Protect

Chapter 3

"Hello how may I help you?" A girl at the hotel desk with a name tag saying "Deb" asked me. "Hi I'm here to check in." "Ok. First and last name please?"

She asked typing on her computer. "Kristen Jensen." "Okay give me one second."

"Okay here is your room key, you are in room 218. Enjoy your stay!" I thank her and take my bags to my room. I immediately lay on the bed. I am so exhausted from my long trip. Tomorrow I will start looking for an apartment in my price range and possibly look for a job. As I am ready to fall asleep my phone vibrates on the table.

Its a text from Harry. Meet me at Starbucks on 4th street tomorrow, i'll show you around.

I cant help but smile as I read the text. Its comforting knowing that I have someone here with me in New York. For once in my life I have a friend. Although I find Harry very attractive, I really just want a good friend right now. Okay thank you. I reply to Harry. I put down my phone and look at my ring for a long time. This ring holds a secret, it holds more than a secret, it holds my past. I will never take it off because I cant. No one will ever know about my ring, ever. Finally I fall asleep.

"Come home now Kris! You have defied me! You will pay!" "You dont own me! This is my life!" "I do own you stupid bitch! Never take off the ring!"

I wake up in a pool of sweat and panic. I am breathing so heavy and cant control my racing mind. The dream, no nightmare, had felt so real and so extremely terrifying. For a minute I almost thought he was here.

All of a sudden I am taken out of my panic by my phone vibrating. Its my alarm saying time to get your ass up. I get up and get dressed. I have no idea what to wear. What kind of clothes does Harry like on girls? Should I wear leggings and show off my ass? Or does he not like that? Ugh why am I even thinking that? He is just a friend Kris.

I say to myself. Secretly knowing deep down its not true.

After 10 minutes of staring at my suitcase I wear black leggings, a red long sleeve shirt with a white scarf, and brown boots. I quickly brush through my hair and try to erase my nightmare from my mind. You are safe he wont find you. I tell myself, hoping its true. I look down at my ring, take a deep breath, and head towards 4th street.