I am Harry. I loved Eliza. Her chocolate hair, always running like in Willy Wonka's factory. I still do, in fact I always will. She began to understand the severity of the situation here. Cherry's sis Candice came in for her bag and fell down to Shelly. All we could do was stand but Eliza, she wouldn't have it.
He took her again and cut her leg. She winced. In this I could see something form in her eyes. An idea. A fear. An everything like nothing. Eliza hope. Something pure something entirely and utterly her. Something Eliza. I could feel her fear in my heart; I could feel her courage in my head.
I knew I had to let her do her thing no matter my throbbing conscience telling me to do a Derek. To stop her. Mr Chubracabra leered into her and back out contemplating what her fate should be. He just took her. And the pain seared: it hurt more than anything. When he let his hands off her hips she didn't look back and came to me.
"No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no!"
Eliza looked at me, 'It's my choice. Take it and run.'
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