My Step Brother

Trust

Harry and I stood behind the R.V. still not moving or saying a word.
I seriously wanted to kill myself. My dad just caught me and Harry making out, and what's worse is now he knows and will probably tell Anne and things will be ruined between all of us.
This was all my fault. I've destroyed my dad's happiness and marriage, all because I couldn't control my stupid feelings. I'm a terrible person.

"Maybe he didn't see the making out." Harry said. "Harry your hand was on my ass!" I snapped. Harry stood with his back against the R.V. with his face in his palm.
He looked up at me and just stared for awhile and then walked off.
Was he mad at me?

"Harry..." I called out to him, but he didn't even turn around. He was mad.

I walked around the R.V. and saw my dad sitting at the picnic table.

I had two choices, ignore him or talk to him.
I couldn't ignore my own father, I used to tell him everything. I needed to explain myself to him, maybe he'd understand. He usually always did when I had problems.

I walked up to him. He had his hands on his head and was looking down at the table.
"Dad..."
He didn't look up.
Oh god, please let him talk to me.
"Dad, I am so sorry- I didn't mean.."
He looked up. "Why couldn't you of come to me with this when it started, Reneè?" My dad sounded angry.
I was startled a bit, I wasn't expecting my dad to be that upset. "Because- because I couldn't, dad. Because I was afraid. I didn't want to destroy things. Things were going great for you..." I looked at my dad with tears in my eyes. "Things were going great for me, too. Until just a few minutes ago. Trust me dad, I didn't want to hurt you. You just need to know that Harry- he-  he makes me happy. I can't tell you how good it feels to actually smile again. I haven't smiled like this since we left Mooresville..."
My dad looked up at me. I think he was starting to understand where I was coming from. I knew if I just explained myself he would. And he was right, I should of came to him in the very beginning. But like I said, I was scared. He was happy and I was finally getting Harry, which that sounds a bit selfish, but I wanted happiness, too. And I knew Harry could give it to me. I took a chance but I wasn't sure or what the consequences would be. It could either destroy all of us, or make us stronger.
"I think I love Harry, dad. He cares about me. No one has ever treated me this way."
My dad sighed as he got up and hugged me. "I'm still shocked that this happened. But I can't tell you to stay away from Harry. I'll be damned if I put you through that kind of pain. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did." He said as he stroked my head.

Tears started to fall from my eyes as he spoke those words.
I truly did have the best dad in the world. He meant everything to me.

My dad released me and looked down at me. "Just don't tell Anne. I will tell her when the time is right." He said and he kissed my forehead.
I wiped my tears off my face and smiled. "Thanks dad."

...

Later that night.

It was around 11 when Harry finally came back. He walked into the room.
"Where have you been?" I asked. I walked over to him and hugged him. "I've been worried."
He didn't say anything, but he did hug me back. "I'm sorry." I added.
He looked down at me. "Why? It's not your fault." He said.

Then why did I feel terrible?

"Harry, my dad isn't going to tell your mom." I said as he released me. Harry took off his shirt and threw it on the chair that was in the room.
"But he wants me to stay away from you, doesn't he?"
I shook my head. "No, he said he wouldn't put me through that kind of pain, Harry. I have my dads heart. He knows, he's been through this...well, I'm sure not like this, but..."
Harry grabbed his black long sleeved shirt. "Well, I couldn't do it, even if he wanted me to." He said smiling at me as he ruffled his fingers through his beautiful curls.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and just stared into his bright eyes. "They couldn't keep me away either, babe."
He kissed me softly on the lips.

...

That night my nightmares seemed to come back.
This time, it wasn't about Edward and the gun. It was about me and Harry.

"Just don't go, Harry, please. Stay with me."

I woke up to Harry climbing next to my side. "Harry, what are you doing?" I asked.
"You were having a nightmare." He said laying next to me.
Was I talking in my sleep again?
"You're having a nightmare about me leaving you."
I realized I was shaking uncontrollably. That was my biggest fear, losing Harry.

He pulled me down next to him as my head rested on his chest.
"I'm not going anywhere. You're my girl, and you always will be."

I'm falling in love hard.