BABY PINK| h.s. d a d d y

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Hell is Where I Dreamt of you -Blackbear

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Thursday 3:54 A.M.

"Daddy please, I'm scared." I spoke helplessly into the phone. I heard Harry chuckle, sigh knowingly, and shuffle before speaking again.

"And you really can't make it through the night?"

"No. It's giving me anxiety." I nearly cried out.

I wasn't lying. I was scared. Though, calling Harry was a surprise to not only me, but him as well. I'd woken up unexpectedly to an empty house. My mother had gone in early to work to bake the bread for her cooking class and I was alone. With a horrifying creak from the heater, I was calling Harry and asking if I could come over. There wasn't a chance in hell I'd be alone in my house any longer. Ever since I'd gotten older, the largeness of the home always alerted me with such a feeling of emptiness that rose in the pit of my stomach. Much like the feeling Harry unknowingly gives me when I find something I'm not supposed to.

"Adeline, at least let me come and get you. I won't be able to live with myself if you ride your bike all the way to my house." Harry pleads, his voice slightly less groggy from when he answered in the first place. I'd definitely woken him. Before this, we hadn't spoken since the cuddles after the blow job. Classy.

"No, you can't. If my mother comes home and sees that my bike is still in the yard and I'm not here, she'll flip." I sighed. Truly, I didn't need my mother seeing a dark car picking me up at 4 in the morning from the security cameras but admitting that we have them outside would be suicide at this point if I told Harry. "It's only a neighborhood over. Please, it calms me down." I add.

I hear him sigh and I imagine him rubbing his face and propping himself up in bed. "Okay, fine. Just please God, promise you'll be careful."

"I promise."

"Good girl."

As I flip on the lights, I gather a small backpack of things necessary for a day at Harry's. Sure, I hadn't asked if I could spend the day with him but I knew that's how the situation would unfold. Grabbing my camera, I shoved it at the bottom of my bag. I had to capture the evidence and it would be too risky to have pictures of Harry's personal belongings on my phone. Knowing him, he'd find them.

Harry's house was only a neighborhood over, resulting in a brisk 2 mile bike ride through my neighborhood and his. There was only so much that could happen between now and then.

There was no point in being quiet. No one was home and all I had to do was leave my mother a note for when she comes home later. I was leaving for two reasons: to be with the all-intoxicating presence of Harry, and to find out who he really is.

The frigid air smacked me right as I stepped into the yard to fetch my bike. The baby pink rubber handle lay dug into the hardened soil as I brush it off to rid it of the excess. I bundle myself further, buttoning my winter coat and tucking my pajama bottoms into my boots.

The ride to Harry's was indeed calming and when I entered his street, I saw the only outside lights on to be Harry's, even his Christmas lights were lit up in beams of white glory as if to guide me. As I pulled up, I lay my bike on the curb on his lawn only to look up and find him waiting on the porch. His arms are crossed and his chest is buffed out. He's only dressed in long pajama bottoms and a short sleeved shirt as I see him wave to me.

Before I can process my own actions, I race up the front lawn and leap into Harry's warm body. I cling tightly around his torso, immediately feeling the reassuring relief come over me that I am no longer alone. I have him and he will keep me safe while in an overflowing pool of danger.