Eden
"Mom, seriously! You don't need to fuss over me," I mumble as she cups my face after hugging me again the moment we stepped into my room.
"Are you alright? I was so worried sweetheart, where did you go?" She asks.
"Out to the cliff where Kyler and I used to go, the voice made me. He tried to make me kill myself again but I fought back and went to Harry's house." I explain as her eyes widen.
"You stayed with him last night?" My mom asks and I nod softly, "Is there anything I should know or that you would like to ask me?"
I sigh and sit down on my bed as my mom pulls my desk chair in front of me, "I'm fairly certain that my dream was real... Is real." I mumble and she takes my hands.
"So Harry and you-" I cut her off by nodding my head, "he didn't pressure you or anything right?" She questions.
"God no, he kept asking if I was certain. I just.... I wanted the first time that I can remember to be with him, I didn't want to remember the rape before I knew what being made love to really felt like if that even makes sense. I didn't go there for that but it happened and I don't regret it, actually the opposite.... I love him, mom," I add in a weak whisper and her eyes widen. "I know it seems crazy and fast but the moment I looked into his eyes I knew he was different, I knew that he would help me find myself again and I'm happy mom. I am so unbelievably happy I can't even begin to describe how I feel." I continue as tears begin to run down my face.
"Aw sweetie, I know you are." She whispers as she wraps her arms around me, "You're glowing and he loves you... He told me himself, with the bond you two have builtd he'd be crazy not to." She says as she looks into my eyes, she kisses my forehead and hugs me again before releasing me.
"What is John doing here?" I ask before chewing my lip anxiously.
"I called him, I was so worried so he came right over after dropping your brother off at his mom's. He does love you, Eden, he's still hurt by what happened years ago." She says and I nod as I look at the ground, I have a lot of guilt for what the voices made me do. John and I were so close, when people asked he always said I was his daughter. Not his stepdaughter. He had adopted me legally after I was born which is why I have his last name, he never made me feel any less his child then my brother who IS his.
"Come on, let's clean you up because I don't want to leave those two alone too long. Harry overheard a conversation between John and me, I'm pretty sure he already thinks he's a jackass." My mom admits and I giggle, I go into my bathroom to clean myself up a bit while she rummages through my closet. She brings out a dark green sweater dress, time tights, and boots that I slip on after changing my panties from last night. "You're beautiful Eden, never forget that." She says as she pushes my hair behind my ear and I smile softly at her before following her downstairs.
Harry and John are glaring at each other, Harry's jaw is clenched tightly and his muscular arms bulge out of his shirt as he crosses his arms across his chest.
"Everything alright?" I ask in a sweet voice as I place my hand on Harry's arm, his body relaxes instantly and he looks down at me.
"It's fine baby," He whispers before leaning down and kissing me softly causing me to blush as my mom smiles.
"You knew about this?" John asks her bitterly as he motions to us, she shrugs nonchalantly as I pull Harry into the kitchen to give them a moment.
"What happened?" I ask and Harry sighs as he places his hands on my hips.
"He accused me of fucking his wife so I set the record straight," he says indifferently with a shrug as I narrow my eyes at him knowing that's not all. "Ok, I may have made a snide remark about fucking his stepdaughter but the jackass deserves it." He confesses with a smirk and I shake my head.
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Haunted
Fanfictionschiz·o·phre·ni·a noun 1. a long-term mental disorder of a type involving a breakdown in the relation between thought, emotion, and behavior, leading to faulty perception, inappropriate actions and feelings, withdrawal from reality and personal...