Deadly

Chapter Three: The Two Of Us

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Vanessa's POV

Last night after me and Harry's fight, I was forced to go to the hospital because of my ribs. He kicked me so hard that they had to put me to sleep, and place my rib properly. So as I was sitting up, I basically forgot all about it, and felt the pain.

Wincing at the pain in the process, I checked my bedside clock to see what time it was. 3:46 is what it displayed on the bright little screen.

Who would be here at this time? I started thinking about who it could be. My mom is dead, and I have no idea where my sister or father could be. It's sad because at the thought of my mom being dead, I didn't shed a tear. I didnt have enough good memories with her, so I couldn't find a soft spot for it.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of my apartment door being pounded interrupted me from my thoughts. And whoever is at the door must be trying to tear it down. Dragging myself down the 3 step staircase, I walked up to the door and flung it open to be face-to-face with a policeman. I haven't done anything! Yet.

"Hi, are you Vanessa Antoff?" He asked, about another foot taller than me. All of his hair was grey, including his semi-long beard on his chin. He also had a thick British accent fairly similar to Harry's. Why am I thinking about Harry in this situation?!

I looked down and saw a little girl standing next to him. She had super thick, black hair, big brown eyes, and her bottom lip has a small gash on it that was bleeding and swelling. She also seemed to be about 4 years old, if not, younger. Besides the cuts and bruises, she looked a exactly how I did when I was her age. Even with the bruises, all thanks to the sperm doner I call "Dad".

"Hello?" The cop said, waving his hand in my face. I lightly pushed his hand out of my face, and focused my eyes to meet his.

"Y-Yeah, s-sorry. What were you saying?" I solemnly asked, watching the girl from my pareipheal vision.

"I asked if you were a young woman named Vanessa Antoff?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

"Its Atnoff, but yeah, t-that's me," I managed. Knowing my life goal, I wasn't scared of the police. What really scared me was how much alike me and this little girl are. Have I seen her somewhere?

"This girls name is Samantha Volkov, and were looking for a home for her. She was found wandering the streets nearby. We understand that you're young, but would you like to take her in?" He says. Volkov was my dad's last name.

"Uh, yeah. I'll sign the papers in the morning? Or..?" I replied, reaching for Samantha's hand.

"Eventually, they'll get mailed here, but you can come to the station now and sign them," he says, rocking back and forth from his heels to his toes. From the light in the living room, his nametag and badge glistned in the light.

Officer Styles. Ring any bells?

"I-Okay.. So, does she speak any other languages? Anything I should know about?" I asked.

"Yes! She actually speaks Russian and English! She's more fluent in Russian, so were assuming thats she's from Russia." I looked down at her, and smiled. Surprisingly, she lazily smiled back. Just from her face, you can tell she was abused, and she hasn't slept in days.

"Yeah, m-me too." I stuttered. I looked down at Samantha, and picked her up, putting her on my back. Right away, she laid her head on my shoulder and fell asleep.

"Looks like you two will be just fine!" He exclaimed, way too excitedly.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said with a smile. "So, anything else? I want to get her to sleep."

"Yeah. It's okay. Call me or the station if you need anything," and with that, he left.

"Samantha?" I whispered in her ear. She looked up at me, and laid her head down again.

"Shh, I tired..." She whispered, it being barely audible.

"Hahaha," I laughed nervously. "Lets give you a bath, and find some clean clothes for you okay? Stay awake for me. Please?" I said.

"Otay." She said. For a 3 year old, her voice was quite low. Exactly like mine when I was 3.

I took her upstairs and set her my queensize bed to prepare. I walked into the bathroom and readied her bath. 

After her bath, and a small snack, I put her in the twin sized guest bed. I just watched her snuggle up and fall asleep under the blanket.

Realizing I lost track of time, I left the room and grabbed my phone. I unlocked it, and checked what time it was.

6:10 a.m.

Silently closing  her door, I went into my own bed, and fell into a deep sleep, and dreamt about Harry. All. Night. Long.

Well, all morning long, but you get the point!

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