Deception

Chapter 33: Tiger vs. Chipmunk

(warning: mature content)

"Can I show you something?" Harry whispers after our peaceful silence of nothing but the sound of our hearts beating.

I think about saying something snarky back but instead I nod. Anything that could help me figure out who Harry really is...I am going to do. Harry flashes me a bright smile and lifts me off his stomach. He grabs a blanket sitting on the other couch and wraps it around me.

"Stay there. I will be right back." He nods in my direction and then scurries off to one of the bedrooms.

I wait for a few minutes while passively rubbing my toes to rid of the icy feeling. I am tempted to walk across the room so I could light the fire and get some warmth running through the air but that would mean my toes touch the ice cold wooden floor.

Not so appealing.

Two minutes later, it is just too cold. I unwrap myself from the blanket and set it over the floor to guard my feet from the practical ice I would be stepping on. Quickly I walk across the blanket towards the fire and kneel down.

I look for a switch to turn the gasoline on but I cant find it. Sticking my head in carefully, I arch my back so I can look at the sides inside the bricked fireplace.

"I like the view." I hear a shout, directly behind me. His voice startles me as I quickly crawl out of the fireplace and cover my bosom.

My cheeks must be tomato- red because Harry is looking at me like I am a newborn child.

"Shutup." I say before he can even open his mouth. As I stand up and dust off my pajamas, I taken in what Harry is wearing.

"You look like a blacksmith." I huff and Harry frowns.

He ignores my comment and replies after rolling his eyes. "I layed out some clothes for you on my bed. Even if you don't want to, put on all the layers. It is the only way you can stay warm." He looks at me with a father's glare.

Not that I would know a true father.

The sudden thought makes me sick and I know Harry sees it because he is at my side in a second. I lean my hand again the logged wall for support and take a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" Harry whispers. I look into his pleading eyes and for a moment... I plan on saying it.

But I know I cant. It isn't his business. I don't want him to know that my own father raped me. I don't want him to look at me like I am a dying puppy. I can handle this on my own.

Just as I will tell him that he needs to take me back into town tonight so I can call my...dad.

"Nothing is wrong. Um, I am going to go change." I mutter, brushing past him and I hear him sigh behind me. The sound of the sudden fire crackling behind me sends the hairs on the back of my neck straight up.

Quickly, I fasten my pace towards the room and shut the door behind me.

I slip the snow pants and boots on with ease and finally zip up the fur jacket over my three shirts. Taking a glance in the mirror, my mouth drops involuntarily and a loud gasp comes trailing out.

In front of me stands a life sized oompa loompa.

The door swings open and Harry's eyes settle. I cover myself as If I am naked and shoot him a glare.

"Sorry...I heard a gasp and thought that maybe you..."

"Harry you don't need to worry about me." I frown. This is why I wont tell him. Even if he is only temporarily on this "nice streak" of his, it wont last and that is a given.