I fell asleep in Harry's arms. I was too tired for Harry to drive me home. I had a terrible dream. I never told this to anyone, but my father abused me. Physically, verbally, and sexually. I just let everyone believe that my parents were rich. I felt bad, for lying, but what would people think if they knew my past? They would think of me as a freak. My mother secretly sent me here, to England, so he couldn't hurt me anymore. I wake up to Harry shaking me lightly.
"Wake up love" he whispers. I rub my eyes with Harry's hands.
"Love, those are my hands" he pouts.
"I know" I reply.
"What was your nightmare about?" he asks curiously.
"Ummmm" I hesitate. I cant tell him, not yet at least. Then I look up and see Marcel.
"Marcel?!" I scream. I run up to him and, excitedly, jump in his arms, wrapping my legs around him. I try not to notice Harry looking pissed.
*~FLASHBACK~* I ran to the airport, my mother helping me with my bags. She kisses me goodbye, and then my father shows up. We try to run, but he gains speed. He stabs a knife in my mother's side. I start screaming and crying, frozen in place. My mum says, as she was dying, "Go, don't worry about me. Run. Be safe, I love you." Then like that, she dies. Murdered. I ran to the airline, my father chasing after me.
"Get over here you bitch!" he yells. I kept running, running, running until I sit in my seat in the plane. "Close the doors!" I scream to the flight attendant. She looks at me like I am crazy. Then, she turns around to see my father running towards her with a bloody knife in his hand. Her eyes suddenly widen in fear and she quickly closes the door that separates the airport from the airplane. Everyone screams.
*~Present~*
Harry is yelling my name. "Huh, what?" I ask.
"You zoned out love" Marcel said. I realize I'm still in Marcel's arms.
"Haha, sorry" I apologize to Marcel.
"I don't mind" Marcel smirks. Harry groans.
"What's wrong Harry" I ask, making my way over to him, and sit on his lap.
"Nothing" he grumbled.
"You never answered my question" he said.
"what question?" I asked.
"What was your dream about?" he replied, irritated.
"Ummmmm... can we go eat, I'm starving" I ask, stalling.
"Vanessa" Harry replies with a low voice, obviously a warning not to get him mad.
"I don't want to talk about it okay?" I scream, running outside. The light blinds my eyes, but I keep running. I run into Starbucks. Harry runs into the Starbucks yelling "Vanessa" I run, trying to lock myself into the bathroom. He grabs my hand before I slip in. He pulls me in. Then he embraces me in his arms. He takes me out of Starbucks and we walk to his car. "Let me take you home" he says. I don't want to go back home, but I don't refuse.
