Survivor (Rewriting)

6

I look around the empty kitchen and throw my head up. I need to get Harry out of her sooner than later. Mother seems like she is inching towards killing Harry each day which only makes my heart race even more for him. I never get close with my mother's victims but I did with Harry. He is such a sweet boy who doesn't deserve all the shit he is receiving from my mother and even from me.

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Today, my mother told me that I have to drive an hour to get to Harry's hometown. Which I respond with, "why do i have to go in town?"

It's been a few months since Mother abducted Harry. It's now May and Harry has been here for four months. We are current in the middle of spring which means it's  really nice out.

There's flowers on the ground and the grass is even greener than before. "To get some groceries." She admits while she shrugs. I just stare at her, not believing that is the only reason why she is making me drive an hour just to buy some bread.

"Oh! Also, see if that boy is still a popular discussion. Here are places to go that he indeed is very much popular at." She says as she whips out a list of addresses and gives it to me as if it's nothing. When the hell did she have the time to get these addresses and write them down?

I stare down at the paper. There is a lot of places on the list which makes me frown knowing not only does Harry's family miss him, his friends probably miss him and whoever he hangs out with. I look back at my mother and she just stares at me. "Get a long now." She hands me the car keys to her car. I quietly sigh as I take the keys from her.

"Let me get my glasses." I say knowing that I would need them. I turn around and walk through the house that has witnessed so much mental abuse and crimes. I get to my room and I open it to see Harry laying on the floor.

"Where are you going?" He was quick to ask the question he loves to ask me. I place the keys down and turn to face Harry.

"I'm going to do some errands for my mother." His face immediately falls at my sentence. I furrow my eyebrows at his face, confused on why he looks like he just seen a question and then I remembered what I said and how it sounded from his perspective.

"Oh! No, no, no—" I quickly shake my hands in front of me telling him that I'm not going to stalk and kill somebody.

"—I have to grab groceries and she says that she's been out too much." I explain, hoping that he believes me when I say that I'm not going to kill anybody. He slowly nods and I sigh as I turn around and my thin sliver glasses.

"You have glasses?"

I turn back around to face Harry. I blush and look down. I never wore my glasses around him, only when he was asleep. I hate wearing my glasses in front of people because my brother once said I look like ugly I'm them. He was mad at me so I think he meant it just out of pure anger but it still made me insecure about them up until this day.

"Yeah, um, I don't wear them all the time. Only when I need to read or clearly see something." I say as I shove the glasses in my pocket. I look at Harry who just stares at me. "I've got to go before she gets mad." I say as I quickly rush to the door and leave before he could say anything else about my glasses.

An hour later, I'm in my car, outside of the bakery. Harry apparently works—worked—at this bakery. I park the car and take my keys out before get out. I take my time as I make my way over to the door of the small bakery. When I do enter the bakery it smells just like a bakery. Which is good because it means the food is good, right? I've never been to a bakery considering I'm always locked inside my house.

As I look around, I see a girl crying on an older lady's shoulder.

"Please make my life easier." I quietly say to myself before I decided to walk up to them. "I'm sorry if i'm intruding but are you alright?" I softly ask making them both look up at me.

"Y-Yes I'm fine, I just be crying too loud. Sorry but, who are you?" The crying girl asks and I mentally cuss at myself for not thinking that through. "That really doesn't matter. What matters right now is you. I was just making sure you are o-"

I stop talking when I see a sign with Harry's picture. It states that he was indeed missing and there was a number below to contact if you see him.

I frown a bit, "I thought no one goes missing around this place." I make a wild guess, playing along. It's such a small village so I made the guess of thinking no one gets kidnapped even though it doesn't matter where you are in the world, you are never truly same. "I-I miss him so much." The girl starts crying again which makes me look back at her.

"Did you have some sort of relationship with him?" I ask her, praying she didn't because then I knew whatever I'm feeling for Harry needs to leave. Besides the feeling that I need to get him out of the house.

I don't know why but I felt my heart beat increase as she wipes her tears away. "He's my boyfriend." She says looking directly at me as I felt my slowly heart break into pieces, all of the abuse I've gotten from my mother, this heartbreak is definitely the worst.

"I bet he was nice." I tell her, despite what I'm feeling. It would be weird if I just got up and ran out of the bakery. Not only would it be weird, but it she would assume something.

"He was—is— he is. He is perfect. I know he is still out there. When I do find him, I'm going to ask him to marry me before it's too late. I can't lose him again and go through all of this pain." She tells me as she wipes her eyes again.

She is going to marry him. His girlfriend for how long wants to spend the rest of her life with him. I definitely don't have a chance anymore. I fight my urge to run once again and gave her a smile, I gave her a small quick smile.

"You will find him, don't give up hope." I say which makes her smile. "Is there something. i can get for you, Honey?" I look at the older woman. She must work her considering she is wearing an apron with the bakery's name on it.

"Uh—" I pretend to look down at my watch.

"—I've got to get going or else I'll be late." I say making her softly smile. "Sorry for taking up your time." The girl says and I give her a small smile once again. I wave her off and quickly leave the bakery as my smile drops.

I return to my car and let out all the sad energy I kept in. I do feel bad for this girl because the love of her life has been kidnapped. I can't assure that he is safe and everything will become normal again or else she'll suspect something and I'd get thrown in jail.

I turn the car back on and drive to the grocery store. Before au check out more places Ineed a break because this small bakery almost made me lose my shit. If I can't stand one person crying over Harry, how am I suppose to stand his classmates and other places?