Heartbreak Hotel {h.s.}

{s i x}

A/N: Hello everyone, I hope you're all having a lovely Sunday. This chapter took a bit longer to write, but I'm happy with how it turned out and I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is appreciated as always, and I hope you all have a great week!

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*Trigger Warning*

"You aren't leaving me!" Jackson yells, punching the wall beside Claire's head. He grips her arm tightly with his free hand, his nails digging into her skin and drawing blood.

Claire stirs in her sleep as the memory clouds her dreams. She's been experiencing nightmares since the night she caught Jackson cheating on her, causing her to not want to sleep. Sweat drips down her forehead, small whimpers escape her lips.

"Let go of me!" She cries, the pain in her arm increasing.

"Promise me you won't leave." He growls, decreasing the space between them.

"I can't," she mumbles, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"What was that?" He asks aggressively, slapping the wall beside her head once again.

"I can't!" She cries, knowing she'd pay for that answer.

Jackson paces around the room, pulling on his hair. The look of madman burns in his eyes.

"You stupid bitch! You can't leave me! You've got nowhere to go. You've got no friends; your family is thousands of miles away. You're completely alone." He torments her, tracing her jawline with his pointer finger.

Tears continue to fall down her cheeks, fear grows in her eyes. "You're a monster!" She screams in hopes that one of the neighbours would hear them fighting and try to help, however, she knew it was a long shot.

His ring clad finger connects with her right cheek, the impact a lasting sting as more tears continue to fall.

Claire shoots up in her bed, her breathing heavy, sweat covering her body.

She rests her elbows on her knees, holding her head in her hands, trying to hold back the tears that fight to escape. Claire turns on the lamp beside her bed, grabs her book off of the small bedside table in hopes that reading would distract her. Wanting anything to help her escape from the demons inside her head.

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Claire sits in one of the chairs with the ugly floral pattern in the cafe, as Harry makes them coffee. She pulls her feet up on to the chair and wraps her arms around her legs. A loud yawn escapes her lips.

"Not sleep last night?" Harry asks as he set two white cups of coffee on the coffee table, steam rising from the mugs.

"No,bad dream." Claire shrugs.

"Want to talk about it?"

She shakes her head and picks up the mug filled with coffee. "Not really."

"Ok." Harry replies flatly. He wishes she would open up to him. He's told her so much, but Claire tends to hold back. He understands her reasoning behind it, he just wishes she'd allow herself to trust him. "Any plans for today?" He asks, changing the subject.

"Whatever your plans are." She winks.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Dimples sink into his cheeks. "I want to take you somewhere."

"You have another treehouse to show me?" She raises an eyebrow with a laugh.

"No." He chuckles. "There's a street market twenty minutes from here, and I think you'd love it."

"That sounds wonderful!" Claire smiles before taking a sip of her coffee. "It'll be nice to get away from the hotel for a little while."

"You starting to go stir crazy?"