Survivor (Rewriting)

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I take this moment to gather all of his features. He has absorbing green eyes and his nose, cheeks, eyebrows were all perfect as well. His lips, my days, they look incredibly soft and precious. Anyone who gets to kiss those lips are in fact really lucky.

Oh, Milly, only if your mother wasn't a psychotic woman. Only if she wasn't.

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I decided to sleep down in the basement with Harry last night. We fell asleep far from each other, though because I think it's best if I respect his privacy because I do not want to scare him away either. Although, the next morning, I was kind of upset when I had to leave. I went upstairs and when I closed the basement door, the front door opened. I look over and see my mother coming inside.

"Mother, can I talk to you?" I say to her I could stop myself. "Of course, Dear." she smiles. "So, Fred." I say but stop when she decided to talk. "Is that his name?" She asks, Harry didn't tell her? I slowly nod. "Uh, I untied him." I tell her and as soon as I said it, her face falls. "You did what!" She booms, angry that I did such a thing. "What if he tries to escape?" She asks, now in panic. "You'll find him. You always do find them."  I try to assure her. She sighs and nods, knowing that I am right.

"You're right, what else?" She asked. "Well, I watched him yesterday like you asked and I accidentally ended up falling asleep down there. It's kind of hard to sleep down there, I think it will be best if he sleeps upstairs. He can sleep in my room as well so I can keep an eye on him for you." I try to persuade her. She just looks at me.

LYou're right." She sighs. "And did you hit him yesterday, well the day before yesterday night?" I ask even though I already know the answer. "I did, only because he wouldn't corporate." She says as if it's nothing. I mean, to here it's nothing. "You know how you always said you wanted to make me like you?" I softly ask, hating how I'm using this as a way to stop her from hurting Harry.

"Let me deal with the punishments."

Later that day, she went to the basement with me behind her. I couldn't help but slightly smile when I accomplished this task that I thought would make me get in trouble since Mother hates when I try to tell her how to do things. When we get to the basement, I see Harry sitting in the corner of the couch, not doing anything since there don't much to do anyways.

"Fred, there will be adjustments." My mother starts as I walk over to Harry. He quickly stands up and walks to me so he is standing next to me. He looks scared so I drop my arms to the side making them to uh his fingers to let him know that it'll be okay. After a whole, I feel him relax so I retract my arm away from his.

"Amelía Rose here suggested you stay untied. I'm not fine with it and it'll be best. If you do escape, I will find you. Like I always find them." She really is scary when she talks to her victims. "Second, she also suggested that you sleep with her in her room. The basement is hard and uneasy so I do understand if you don't want to stay down here. Plus, you, so far, haven't show any thing to do with you wanting to escape." From the corner of my eyes, I see Harry turn to look at me. He looks surprised since I didn't tell my mother that Harry did try to escape. If I did tell her, she wouldn't let him do all of these things. She would lock him in the basement to rot.

"Lastly, she suggested that she deals with your punishments. I can see she wants to stay in her mother's history path." My mother smiles. I look up at Harry and he was looking down at me, silently thanking me for this. I keep a straight face and look back at my mother.

"I'll show Fred my room." I say with no emotion as I grab Harry's arm and walk up the stairs. When we get to my room, I let go of his arm knowing he is still skeptical around me. I lock the door and turn around. I instantly felt Harry wrap his arms around me, catching me off guard.