Hope p.o.v
Jeg sukket før jeg begynte. "Before I start, I want you to promise me not to give me pity! No matter what", jeg hater at folk syns synd på meg.."I won't I promise".
"Well, when I was little my parents would always get drunk, when my mom were drunk she could be mad and very rude. My dad well let's just say he could get pretty abusive.
One night my mum went to far and got my dad really mad! He beat her up, she cried and yelled at my little brother to call the police, my poor little brother thought she was kidding and laughed. I was asleep until I heard my brother cry.
My mum was full of bruises and her hair was a total mess. I don't remember what my dad did after that. I think I blocked away the most of that night." jeg sukket, og tok meg en liten pause. Harry tok tak i hånden min og klemte den forsiktig.
"After that my mum have been bitter and rude, she would say my brother and I was a mistake! She said she wished she was dead and she didn't want to live in this hell hole anymore..As for my dad, It was like he had forgotten about that night. My dad and I had a special bond, and I miss him the old him so much!".
"You don't have to tell the rest if you don't want to", sa Harry. "No I want to! I have to do it", sa jeg mens jeg tørket vekk tårene.
"For a couple of months ago, there was a fire in our old house. Me and my dad made it out. But my mum and little brother didn't make it. After calling the firemenn, my dad and I tried to go inside the house, but it was impossible! After the fire had died down, I walked around the ashes and found my little brother and my mum bodies! I went do take them but the men stopped me. I cried and cried! My little brother, he was to young to die! He didn't deserve this!".
"AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORST PART IS?! MY DAD WeNT OUT DRINKING! RIGHT AFTER HIS WIFE AND SON DIED! I MEAN WHO DOES THAT!?! AND IF THAT WASEN'T BAD ENOUGH, IT WAS MY FATHER THAT STARTED THE FIRE! HE HAD BEEN DRINKING AND FALLEN ASLEEP WITH A CIGARETTE IN HIS HAND, HE MUST HAVE DROPPED IT ON THE CARPET OR SOMETHING".
"Since my dad was too drunk to even talk, I had to take care of the funeral! HE DIDN'T EVEN GO TO THE FUNERAL! BECAUSE HE WAS TO DRUNK! Every night after the funeral, he came home piss drunk, hit me and give me the blame for my mum and brother' s death".
"After about two month of being a punch bag and a prisoner, I escaped! Then I moved here, and I'm afraid that my dad is going to find me and take me back", jeg klarte ikke å holde det inne lengere. Jeg begynte å gråte så mye at jeg skalv. Harry tok rundt meg og hvisket trøstende ord i øret mitt.
"I feel so alone", hvisket jeg. "You're not alone, you got me! And I'm not letting your father take you away from me", sa Harry mens han trakk seg unna klemmen og så meg dypt inn i øynene. "I know this is a bad time to say it, but I like you Hope. I like you A LOT", jeg rakk engang ikke å svare han før han kysset meg.
Når han trekte seg tilbake sa jeg med et lite smil "I like you too Harry", smilet hans ble enda større enn det det var. Han lente seg inn for å kysse meg igjen, men akkurat i det leppene våre møtes ble vi avbrutt av at noen kremtet.
Når jeg snudde meg, ble øynene mine store "What are you doing here?".
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