Survivor (Rewriting)

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He looks at me with guilt. "I get that you're scared but don't you think if I had a say in this, or anything, things would be different?" I softly ask him and he only responds with a soft sighs.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, making me roll my lips into a thin line.

"I know." I say as I turn back around and begin to do do my online school.

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"Milly!" I hear my mother shout. I let a little puff out but I still get up. I walk over to the door. I don't know why, but I was hesitant. I know that Harry is probably looking at me right now so if I turn back to look at him, we will have that awkward eye contact. I take a deep breath and open the door anyways. I turn around and quickly close the door, not meeting Harry's eyes. I go downstairs and noticed that she had a plate in front of her.

"Go give this plate of food to him." She says as I take the plate.

"Yes, Mother." I follows her order as I turn around and go back upstairs.

I go back to my room and open it. I see Harry just staring at the floor. I close the door and he looks up at me. I walk over to him. "W-Will you still protect me?" He quietly asks as I slowly place the plate in front of him. I look at him and I can't lie and say it didn't tear me apart to see him so scared.

"Just eat Harry." I tell him, turning back around to return to my seat. I hear him sigh so curiously, I turn around and see him laying back on the bed without touching his food, facing away from the plate of food to be exact.

I inaudibly sigh and I go over to him. Bravely, I lay down next to him. I look up at the boring ceiling just like him. "Protection comes with trust Harry—" I pause him as I quickly place my hand under my head.

"—and trust is something you can't do with me." I truthfully tell him because I just know that he will never trust a psychopath's daughter. It was silent, neither of us dare to say a single word. I take the chance and look over at him and I see that he is already looking at me. "I-I trust you." He hesitates through his awful lie.

I shake my head at him as I sit up. "No you don't. Behind those beautiful green eyes of yours, I can see that you are scared of me and my mother. It's just that I don't get why are you scared of me?"

"I'm not scared of you. I'm scared of the thought of you being like your mother." He admits as if that is even better. He turns to his side and looks at me.

But, I still understand where he is coming from because, hell, I'm scared that I'll turn out like her and enjoy watching people beg for their lives knowing that begging won't get their way out of it. But, him being scared of me doesn't help this situation at all. I stare at him, not knowing how to reply to him. His delicate face holds so much emotions that I cannot describe it within series of words.

"I am too." I found myself quietly responding to his previous statement.

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A few hours went by and I finish my all of my school work. I'm almost done with school which I am happy about. This is my last year and I'm pretty sure I'm not going to go to college since my mother won't let me.

Harry is reading one of my books while he lays under my covers. He looks like he is interested in the book which I couldn't help but smile to myself. He looks extremely cute while he is focused on something. I don't want to say or do anything which will only distract him. Quietly, I get up and go over to the door.

"Where are you going?"

I immediately stop and turn around, knowing he caught me. "I didn't want to distract you. Plus, mother is going to think something is going on with me being up here all the time." I explain and he just smirks at me. "You aren't distracting me though." He stares into my eyes and I feel myself start to heat up. I give him a small smile.