I awoke to a loud pounding on the door. I turned to the clock, 8:37 am.
Who the hell would be here so early?
I started to get out of bed when I felt Harry’s arm tighten around my waist and I heard a low hum emit from his lips.
“Don’t go.” he mumbled into his pillow.
“I’ll be right back, babe.” I promised with a kiss to his cheek.
I then stumbled out of bed and stared to slip on my robe but stopped to admire the man, so peaceful, in front of me.
My staring was interrupted by louder banging and a shout,
“Phoebe! Open this god damn door before I break it down!”
Shit. I immediately knew it was Rick from just his loud voice.. which i’ve heard one too many times.
Rick and I certainly don’t get along, but he’s my.. boss? I actually haven’t seen much of him since Harry left..
“U-uh.. Hang on!” I yelled back.
The shouting caused Harry to stir.
I rushed over to him.
“Baby, go back to sleep. You don’t need to worry about this.”
Harry knew who was at the door, this used to happen more often than not. Each time Harry would go to the door and tell Rick I was out.
..but the last time he did, that’s when he decided it was time to leave me. At 1:00 am. He was probably just too fed up with all of the stupid shit I got myself pulled into when I was 17. Probably tired of being with a fucking “Drug Babe” as they called me and all of the other girls that got roped into this scam.
“Pheebs, I can go out there and talk to him..” He mumbled.
“No!” I didn’t mean to shout at him.
I cleared my throat.
“No. You just sleep.”
The pounding on the door continued.
“I can’t let him hurt you though.” He argued.
“He won’t. I’ve got this. I mean I have worked for the guy for almost 4 years.” I chuckled, trying to make light of the situation.
“I wish I hadn’t gotten you involved.” He whispered. I wasn’t supposed to hear that.
I met Harry when I went out for my 17th birthday. It was some club I definitely wasn’t supposed to be at. I didn’t even know him. I was instantly drawn to him though, just as he was to me. But Harry had a reason to be at that club, he worked for Rick at the time. He was there to get more girls to make money for Rick and himself. At 1:04 am that night, he told me he was sorry but he couldn’t resist. That’s when he took me back to meet Rick. I was so confused.. I honestly had no idea was happening. I was brought into the sticky little business the two were running. Later that night.. well morning, Harry explained to me that he was leaving the “company”. I still didn’t understand why he brought me back to the shit hole. He told me that if I had left that club after I talked to him that both me and him would have been dead the next day. I understood. Rick seemed like the type of guy knows a lot of people. I now know that Harry was definitely right. We would have been dead. But Harry thought once he left the place, he could bring me with him. He was wrong. Rick was mad. Very mad. And made me stay and work, sell his drugs, and I’ve stayed loyal just to keep Harry and myself safe --
