Shades Of Styles

Not My Harry Part 8

For the last couple days I've been thinking about Harry coming back into my life and about what he said. He said he's changed and he wants me to see it.
I can't deny my inner feelings for him, he was my first true love and he's the father of my child but what he did is so hard to let go of.
I'm so afraid that if I give him a second chance he'll end up hurting us the way he did before and I'd be stupid to let my daughter get mixed in with him like that. Maybe I should let him see Sadie and see how she's reacts to him, see if she even remembers him.

At some point in the day I decide to text Harry and tell him to meet me at my house. He texts me back almost instantaneously that he'll be at my house soon. This could either go really well or blow up in my face. I decide that the latter is the most realistic one.

"Hey Sadie can you come here?" I call for my daughter. A few seconds later she emerges from her room.

"Is everything okay?" She asks and I nod.

"Yeah, everything's okay. There's someone I want you to.." I stop myself. Do I say meet? Meet again? Get to know? "You see, the person coming is-well he's your father." I haven't told her anything about her dad, the most she knows of him is from her nightmares and I honest to god hope she doesn't recognize him from them.

"My father?" She gulps.

"You helped raise you until you were 4 so he'll want to hug you and I'll make sure he doesn't if thats not what you want." I assure her and she nods. "I mean it, if you want him to leave at all, just tell me." She nods again.
Shortly after there's a knock on the door and I see Harry on the other side, holding a bouquet of flowers and a gift bag.

"These...are for you." He stammers holding them out to me. I need this to go smoothly so I decide to take them and set them down.

"Sadie?" He asks when he sees her standing there and she freezes. Her mouth moves but no words come out.

*Sadies POV*

I look around the corner and find a tall shaggy haired man standing in front of me, next to my mom.

"Get off of me!" My mom yells the man as he attempts to stab her. I can do nothing as she calls out for help. I just sit and cry, unable to move.
The nightmare man. My mouth says the words but no sound comes out.

"Sadie?" He asks and I'm frozen for a moment. I don't know what to say or do. This man is my father yet the only memory I have him is him hurting my mom.

"You're him." I gulp. "The nightmare man." I say the words out loud this time.

"No Sadie I-" he tries to say but my mom cuts him off.

"I told you. That's the only memory she has of you. Are you happy?" She asks sarcastically.

"Sadie, I brought you a gift." He holds out a small gift bag but I shake my head.

"Harry, you're scaring her. Just as thought you would. Please leave." She urges but he ignores her and approaches me. I shake my head and run back to my room slamming my door. Images of that man cloud my mind, his dark eyes turning black as he menacingly approaches my mom, striking her as she cries out. That man is my father?

"Sadie. Please." The man says on the other side of the door. "I know what you must think of me but I need you to know I've changed."

"Get away from the door Harry. She doesn't want to see you." I hear my mom yell at him. He knocks for a few minutes as my mom shouts at him and then the knocking stops and the shouting moves away.

"Harry stop! Leave her alone!" My mouth shouts at him as he approaches me. She pulls his arm back and he turns, slapping her across the face and pushing her down.
I won't let him hurt her again, I won't be a coward again. I throw open my door and run to living room as she yells at him and I push him back as hard as I can.

"You're not hurting her again!" I scream as tears fall down my face. He catches himself and looks at me with worry.

"Sadie...I wouldn't. Oh-"

*Harrys POV*

"You're not hurting her again!" Sadie screams as she cries.

"Sadie I wouldn't." I try to tell her and then it all clicks. Sadie only sees me as someone who's hurt her mom. Not as her dad. "Oh." Is all I say. She doesn't know me as anyone but an abuser.

"Please leave Harry. I'm sorry she doesn't remember as you want her to but you've scared her enough." (Y/N) sighs. I look up to see Sadie cowering under her mother's arms and I realize they both see me as how I was.

"I'm sorry to both of you. I love you two so much I didn't see myself as you did." I tell them and then I get closer to them, kneeling down to Sadie's hide and she steps back once. "Sadie I love you so much. I'm so sorry for everything." I tell her. She stays quiet as I stand back up and look at (Y/N). "I'll make this up to you. I want-no need my family back." I explain and then leave before anyone can say anything more.

(Should I make this into a short story?)