Between Us [Spaces Sequel]

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One hour had passed when I finally unlocked the bathroom door. I was still alone, but Kaya told me she was gonna come home today.
I went to look for my bag which I had dropped somewhere by the door. I unlocked my phone and had a few messages from Harry.

On one hand I thought it was cute that he was worried, but on the other hand I felt sorry for him. And I was mad at myself for lying to him. When we weren't together, it was easier not telling him about my father. But now, I was scared to tell him. He was so selfless, he would probably cancel a concert to comfort me. I didn't want him to worry about me or anything.

(Sorry, this says Yazzy instead of Haz. I use the app 'Yazzy' for the text convos and I obviously forgot to change the name)

I felt too bad for lying, but what was I supposed to say? He would've been so worried and I didn't want him to be. I was an adult and I could damn well handle myself.
I started cooking some pasta, because Kaya had texted me she'd be home in 15 minutes. As the door unlocked, I was in shock until I noticed that it was Kaya.
"Hey," she exclaimed. She locked the door again and entered the kitchen.
Before I could say something, Kaya said, "Scarlett, what happened to you?"
She walked up to my and took a close look at the bruise over my cheekbone.
"I'm fine," I said.
"You don't look fine. There's bruises on your arm, too."
"I'm great!" I replied. "It's nothing."
"Wait... Was that him?"
"Who?"
"Harry," she said.
"Gosh, no! He would never!" I answered.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely," I replied. "I went jogging and I fell. That's it."
"If you say so," she said, but still looked at me suspiciously. "And you're sure it wasn't-"
"He wouldn't hurt me," I interrupted. "Never."
"Alright, alright. That looks great by the way, I'm starving."
Kaya started laying the table and I finished cooking. I usually told her all my secrets, but I never really told her about my dad. I told her we weren't on good terms, but I didn't tell her about him abusing me. About him still haunting me. I could never get away from him. When I went to college, I thought I was safe. I thought that I could start over and get my happily ever after, despite my horrible past. I felt free and safe. And then I met Harry again and somehow all the puzzle pieces came together. Of course, I had never let go of my past and I knew I could never truly leave it behind... But I was off to a good start. I stopped talking to my father, lived with my best friend, went to college and found the possible love of my life again. And then he messed up my life again. He - my father - who I wished I never had to see anymore. But that was just life and somehow I had to find a way to survive. I was old enough to handle a situation like that one, at least that's what I thought, but turns out I was wrong.

I barely slept that night. I was cold, but sweating. My stomach hurt more than ever, but I tried to ignore it. I got up at about 5 am. That was when my body just wouldn't let me sleep anymore. Could I even leave the house today or would he already be expecting me?
I shook off the thought and went to the kitchen to make me some scrambled eggs for breakfast. While eating it, I checked my phone, but had no new messages from Harry.

Scar: good morning!

Harry: Good Morning, beautiful.

Harry: How'd you sleep?

Scar: not too well

Harry: Is there anything wrong?

Scar: No, I'm fine.

Scar: Where are you right now?

Harry: Detroit, just played a show.

Harry: Crowd went CRAZY.

Scar: Good to hear! Send me some pics. :)

Harry: I will.

Scar: I miss you

Harry: i miss you more, princess

I had a bad, bad feeling about going out that day, but I did anyways. I had to go university, there was no way around it. Just this time, I took crowded streets, where everybody could see me in case my father would return. How had he found me anyways?
My entire body hurt, especially my stomach. I tried to ignore the pain, but it was hopeless. I tried not thinking that it could be something serious, I thought of it as just a bruise.
I jumped when suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around with a small scream, only to find my friend Nate from university in front of me.

"You okay?" He asked, smirking.
"Fine, I was just in my thoughts," I explained, continuing my way with him.
I was damn thankful that he was with me, knowing he could protect me if my father would appear again which I hoped he wouldn't.
"How are you anyways?" He asked.
"I'm fine," I lied. I was dying inside.
I had met Nate on my first time at university. We sat together in most lectures and he was just pretty fun to hang out with.
"You sure? Can you deal with all the attention you're getting?"
"Attention?" I said.
He chuckled. "You and your pop-song-singing-touring-the-world-boyfriend are all over the news!"
"It doesn't bother me," I answered hesitantely. "I knew what the consequences of dating him were. If I couldn't deal with it, I wouldn't have started dating him. Besides, he's really down to earth."
"Well, I'm happy for you," he smiled, putting his hand on my upper back.
My life was falling apart. Nothing to be happy about, in my opinion.