Highest Rank #61 in Fanfiction! Juliette McGill finds the perfect position as a nanny for a young boy with special needs. Only when she arrives at the family's home in British Columbia, she discovers that the boy is not quite what she expected and t...
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Officer Michaels and Officer Landers brought us to the hotel room my parents had booked. They left their business cards with us and told us to call them if we needed anything. Heavens, I hoped we wouldn't need any more police-related help. Another officer had brought our bags down from the house so we had some clothes and personal things. As soon as we said good-bye to the policemen, I locked the door and pulled the deadbolt across.
Then I turned around and melted into Harry's arms yet again. "I can't believe we did it," I whispered. "We're free." He murmured something into my hair in agreement. It was close to lunch time, just twelve hours after we lit the blaze that summoned our rescuers. "I'm starving," I said, pulling away just slightly from Harry's comforting grasp. "Let's call for room service."
"We don't have any money," he said.
"The room is on my parents' credit card and they said we should do whatever we need to do until they arrive."
My parents had been understandably shaken by Officer Michaels' call and by the events that had transpired, but when it came down to planning a flight and a place for Harry and me to stay, they were on top of it in no time. My dad had gotten online and booked a suite for us as I spoke to my mom and they said they'd be in contact about flight arrangements. I was sure they had to be scared out of their wits but I was beyond grateful that they acted so fast to help us.
They had booked a two-bedroom suite so they could stay with us when they arrived. I doubted they had guessed the nature of our relationship but maybe they just assumed Harry would want to be close to me.
Brunch arrived and we gorged ourselves on pancakes, sausage, fruit, orange juice and coffee. Harry was finishing his second cup of coffee - he had really developed a taste for it since that day he tried it in the restaurant - when the phone rang. It was a loud, obnoxious ringer but I answered happily knowing it was my parents.
"Hello, Sweetie," My mom said and I could tell she was still feeling very emotional, trying hard to keep her voice from quivering. I'm sure her mind was still wrapping itself around everything I'd been through, trying to convey how much she missed me and that everything would be all right.
"Hi, Mom," I replied, feeling a slight temptation to cry, but I succeeded in keeping the tears at bay for the moment. "So did you get a flight?"
"Yes, we'll depart from Cleveland tomorrow morning at around 11:00. We should arrive in Vancouver around 3 in the afternoon, so we should be able to get to the hotel before dinner time."
"Okay," I sniffled. And now I was crying again. I decided it might be best to just let the tears come as they needed to. I just didn't want to worry my parents any more than they already were.
"Are you safe, honey?" Mom asked. "You're in the hotel, right?"
"Yeah, Mom, we're safe. Theodore is still in the hospital. I just...a lot has happened."
