Still Not Safe

An all too familiar face

Bree's P.O.V.

"I'm fine," I snapped, batting at the hands fussing over me.

"Bree, he's just trying to help." Luke sighed, looking exhausted. He'd stayed all night, at least I was pretty sure he had. I fell asleep at one point, but when I woke up he was still sitting in that chair, watching mine and Harry's baby.

Harry. As soon as I woke up I knew I had to go. Something was obviously wrong, he would be there otherwise. His name swirled around my mind the moment I gained consciousness, forcing me to my feet. Before I knew it, a doctor had rushed in, flushed with worry.

"Miss," He had said, "You shouldn't be up."

"Bree," Luke's voice broke through my haze and I met his gaze. "I know you're worried but it's Harry, I'm sure he's fine."

"That did absolutely nothing to make me feel better."

"You need to lie down." The doctor repeated for what seemed like the thousandth time. I was about ready to bash his head against the wall.

"You need to shut up."

He opened his mouth to argue, but before he could Luke interrupted him.

"Leave her be," He stood from the chair, walking over to me. "She won't listen to you anyway, I won't leave her side."

I smiled triumphantly, refraining from flipping the doctor off.

He only shook his head, muttering under his breath as he left the room.

"Thank you."

Luke shrugged, "I was sick of listening to you two argue back and forth." He slowly lifted the tiny body from the bed, cradling the sleeping baby. "Lets go before someone else comes in here."

The short walk back to the house we had been staying in was just long enough for me to fret over almost every bad thing that could have possibly happened to Harry. Every option ended with him dead. The mere thought of something happening to him made my heart stutter. It felt like something was clawing at my insides, tearing at my flesh.

Something felt off. The thought nagged at me, begging to be acknowledged. I glanced at the people on the street, every single one avoided my wandering gaze. I heard the faint click as doors were locked and the feeling of something being wrong only grew.

"Is it just me or is everyone acting really strange?" Luke whispered, subconsciously clutching my baby closer to his chest.

"I thought you'd never ask." I muttered, adjusting my pace slightly in a desperate attempt to get back to the others as quickly as possible.

There were two small voices at the back of my head, pushing and prodding at me.

The first tried to assure me that Harry was okay, while the other insisted that something terrible had happened.

What if I never saw him again? What would I do?

Survive.

I'd have no choice but to survive. I had to live for my youngest sister, Grace. For my newly born child. For every single person waiting at that house for me to arrive. No matter how difficult it became, I had to carry on. No matter how close to death I am, I'd have to push through. For Harry. Do it for Harry.

Do it for the love of your life. Live everyday, and don't look back.

I wondered briefly what life would have been like if none of this had ever happened. Maybe Harry would have taken me out on a painfully ordinary date, I might have kissed him and gushed to my friends about it later. Maybe we would have bought a house in a nice neighborhood, had jobs and lives worth smiling about. Maybe when we were ready we would have had a kid in a world that could take care of them.