Broken // h.s.

Chapter Seven- Nightmares

Chapter Seven-Nightmares

I wake up and Harry isn't next to me. I hear the shower running in the bathroom and assume that's where he is.

Last night was awful. I suddenly remember everything that happened; all of it coming back to me at once. Those bones belonged to the previous girls that Garrett and Rey kidnapped.

I don't understand how someone can be so heartless. Then I realize those bones could of been mine.

What made me so different from those other girls is something I'll never have the answer to.

I don't know why I suddenly remembered just last night that Rey was burying something when I escaped and I just assumed it wasn't something of the mundane because let's face it...crazy people like him wouldn't be planting flowers in the middle of the night.

Harry comes out, shirtless and water dripping from his hair and torso. He only has a towel wrapped around his waist and I shut my eyes closed immediately.

He laughs. "What are you doing?"

"Can you please put some clothes on?"

"Why? Is this making you uncomfortable, Lana?" His voice low, husky and full of seduction.

"No."

"Then open your eyes."

"When you put clothes on."

Silence. . . "Okay. I'm fully clothed." I open my eyes and he is; Rolling Stones tee shirt and ripped jeans and all. "But if you ever want to see me unclothed- I will have no problem-"

"Shut up," I throw a pillow at him and it whacks him in the head.

"You're going to regret that." he runs towards me and jumps on top of the bed, straddling my body.

I roll over so I am now on top of him, giggling the whole time. He puts both of his hands on my waist and flips me over again, our noses touching and our lips just inches away from each other.

"Did you say something to me last night? Right before I fell asleep?"

"No," he shakes his head with his eyes glued on my lips. He begins to lean in and my cell rings, making both of us jolt out of place. I throw the pillows and blankets around searching for my phone until I catch sight of it.

"Hey mom,"

"It's your dad, actually."

"Oh,"

"You're going to stay over your Aunt Carmen's house, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just didn't have time last night because of the-"

"I know, I know. How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay." I look at Harry who is now texting away on his phone. "I should get going to gram's house."

"Right, of course. Be careful, all right?"

"All right,"

"Love you, bye."

"Bye."

"Ready?" I ask Harry and the answer is a nod.

I haven't seen my grandparents for months and the first thing they ask me is, "What'd you do to your hair?" The simple answers is, I dyed it auburn and cut it in layers; not that big of a deal, but to them, it is.

My gramma is staring at me as if I'm a stranger and my grampa just shook his head when he took one glance at me. No hugs, no nothing. Now I remember why I hated visiting.