Ch 1~ Secrets *Sarron's POV*

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Sarron:

Fingers traced through my hair and I felt hot breath sweep over my face.  I fluttered my eyes open to find green orbs staring down at me. These were the eyes I longed for. The eyes I trusted most and the ones that kept me safe. 

"Hi babe," he whispered. His voice was smooth like chocolate. I felt a smile spread across my face, this was the smile only he could bring. 

"Good morning," I spoke quietly. Last night I had come over to his house for a movie night that we have every friday when hes home. He will be leaving in three weeks and were trying to spend as much time together as we can.  

I lifted my head from his lap and layed my back gently on the back of the couch, "So what's on the agenda for the day?" I questioned while pushing a peice of hair from my eye. 

He sighed and put on his thinking face, "I believe we have to go to dinner with the boys tonight... though I'm not quite sure. But other than that nothing, I'm all yours today,"  I thought for a minute what  I wanted to do: nothing came to mind. 

"How about we just stay in, love, I can see the smoke from your tiny ears," he chuckled, "We could just watch some more movies or something." 

I giggled as I often did when I was with him. He always said something that set the high pitched laugh into action. It was one of the many reasons I loved him. I hopped up and ran over to the movie cabinet. My eyes scrolled over the what seemed to be never ending movie collection. Finally I saw one we always watched together. 

"Bambi," I whispered. I slid it out and skipped happily over to the DVD player. This movie makes me cry but I get an excuse to have harry comfort me. He's so sweet when he's comforting me; who am I kidding he's always sweet. 

I hopped back onto the couch and cuddled into his chest. 

Half way through the movie he changed his position, rapping his arm around my waist. I felt a stinging pain shoot through my hip. I sucked in a breath fighting back a few tears, I really hope he didn't hear that. I looked up to his face and saw he was deep in focus, on the movie. I started to rise when I heard him say, "Where you going love?" 

I smiled and said bathroom. I made my way through his large house and scurried into the bathroom shutting the door. I rested my palms on the sink and let two tiny tears slide down my cheek. 

Looking down I pulled over my shorts to see a patch of bright red scars. A few of them were fresh from last night. 

They were really red and blotchy.

I took my phone out of my sweatshirt pocket and dialed Eva's number. 

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