Dark Angel

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                *Rebecca's POV*

                Running away has never been this hard. I've always ran away, but not when there is someone who wants to kill you. I'm basically running away from to people. I didn't want to leave Harry but I had no choice. I want to go to my mothers but I don't know if she will take me in. My mother told me to leave the house. She told me to go because she didn't want my father to hit me like he used to hit my mother. So I had no choice but to leave my mother alone with my abusive and drug addict father. I ran away like she told me only to find Harry and let his other personality hit me like my father would have. My father eventually died from an overdose and I didn't even cry one bit when they told me he passed. He was mean and he hurt my mother a lot. But I decided to take the risk and go to my mothers. I hope my mom found someone to take care of her and love her like a good boyfriend.

                I get on the plane. The plane that takes me back home. California.

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Here goes nothing, I thought as I rang the doorbell at my mothers house. The door slowly opened revealing my mother. I just wanted to hug her right there but I didn't.

                "Rebecca?"

                "Mother." I say, my voice breaking and tears slowly prickling in my eyes.

                "Oh dear, how I've waiting for you to come back." She didn't hesitate to pull me into a tight hug. "What took you so long?" She says through her sobs.

                 "I've missed you so much mom," I whispered.

                It feels so good to hug my mother again, I missed her so much. If only Harry was normal and we could have a normal relationship. If only he could have met my mom and she could have met Harry. But me and Harry both know that isn't possible. He knows that he can make it happen but he is too stubborn. He doesn't want to get any medication.

                "Becca, where have you been?" She asks me as she pulls me inside the house.

                 "You wouldn't believe me if I told you,"

                "Rose, who's there?" A manly voice says from deep within the house.

                "Jorge!" my mother yells. "Come here."

                A man comes into the living room. He is buff and has blonde hair. His baby blue eyes stare right at me. He's wearing a black shirt with jeans. Let me just tell you if this was my moms boyfriend, she doesn't have bad taste in men at all.

                My mother stands up and walks towards this Jorge fellow. "Becca, this is Jorge, my husband." Her what?

                "You remarried?" I question her.

                My mother opens her mouth to speak but Jorge interrupts her. "Yes, she did. And you're Rebecca. The one who left her with your abusive father. Am I right?"

                My mouth dropped open as the words left his mouth. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? "Excuse me?"

                "You're Rebecca. You left your mother with your messed up father." I am so close to punching this Jorge person in the nose. My 10 years of karate that I took when I was little is actually useful for situations like this.

                "Yes, you're right. And I'm also the Rebecca that is about to drop kick you in the face." I snap at him.

                "That's enough." My mother tells us.

                "Mom, I don't care if you remarried but you could have married a person that's not an asshole." I scoffed.

                "He's not an asshole, you just have to get to know him."

                "I'll pass," I muttured. "Does he live here?"

                "Yes," Jorge says.

                "I wasn't talking to you, asshole." I snap at him. If he talks again I won't hesitate to punch him.

                "Why do you ask?" My mother says.

        "Because I was planning on staying if that was okay with you but I'll just stay in a hotel."

        "Sounds good to me," Jorge says and I turn around and punch him in the nose. My mother gasps as he falls back onto the floor.

        I bend down to where he is clutching his nose as the blood drips down his right nostril. "You really need to learn to keep your mouth shut."

        *Harry's POV*

        I hate this. I hate not waking up next to her. I hate not talking to her. I want her to be with me right now but she's not. She's not answering her cell and she's not replying to any of my texts. But I know that if I get help, maybe I will get to have her by my side again. But it's happening. Again.

                *Harry's other personality*

                I need to find her. I need to hurt her and teach her that running away was the worst thing she could have ever done. She will pay for running away. She will pay.