His Secret Bodyguard

Part 96

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After Anne left, I ended up falling back asleep pretty easily. Within a few minutes, Harry walked into the room, shutting the door back behind him.

I'd gone back to lying on my side, staring at the wall. It was easy to think that way. And that's what I really needed right now.. I tensed up when he sat on the bed, lying on his back next to me. "My mum said you told her that I begged you to have this child." He commented, and I laughed a little. "Well, you did." I replied, turning over to face him.

He looked at me. "What else did you two talk about?" He asked. I shrugged. "Nothing important." I replied. He was studying my face. "Can I touch you?" He questioned. I sent him a confused look. "Not like that. Just, in general." He elaborated. I hesitated, but thought about what his mom had said about embracing your fears..

I nodded, and he slowly brought his hand up, touching the side of my neck, tracing his thumb over the bruises. I instantly tensed up, going back through the memory of Ryan giving them to me.

"Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." He commented. I shrugged, feeling his hand go around the back of my neck, playing with some loose strands of my hair from my ponytail.

"When I got there with the police officers, he was on top of you, choking you.. And he'd taken your clothes off.. While you were there, did—" I cut him off. "No." I stated, knowing where he was going with that. "So then, these bites on your neck.." He trailed off. "He tried to, a few days before that." I answered. "Oh.. But he didn't?" He asked, and I shook my head.

He nodded, seeming relieved. "Can I ask you something else?" He questioned, and I rolled my eyes. "You ask so many questions." I commented, and he smiled. "It's only because I care." He said.

I motioned for him to continue. "Did you tell him he could have the baby?" He asked, and I looked at him, thinking.. I'd told Ryan that I would accept his deal.

I shook my head, fear flooding my veins. I cleared my throat, forcing my emotions back down. "He said that it was either me or the baby.. And he only wanted the child, so that I'd eventually have to go back to him.." I trailed off, meeting his gaze. "So.. What'd you tell him?" He asked, running his fingers through my ponytail, twirling the ends around his index finger..

"When he gave me these marks on my neck.. To get him to stop, I told him he could have his deal." I said quietly, looking at him. "So..." He trailed off, confused. "Harry.. The baby wasn't his. And.. I figured since I'm going through all this effort to have the child, it shouldn't be brought up the way I was.." I explained. He was watching me, studying my eyes.

"You told him he could have you.." He murmured. "Why? Why would you do that? I don't understand, Brynn." He commented, sitting up, the movement making me flinch. He'd let his hand fall back down by his side. I looked at him, sending him a confused look. "I just told you, Harry.. What I went through growing up; no other child should have to suffer through that." I stated. He shook his head. "You can't. You can't go back to him. He'll hurt you. I can't let you do that." He said.

I sighed. "He already hurt me, Harry.. It's better me than a baby." I replied. "Brynn, look what he did to you in just a few days... Why would you ever agree to this?" He questioned. I sent him a look. "Do you not listen to anything I say, Harry? I told you, I had to." I stated, and rolled back over, facing the other way.. He grabbed my arm, pulling me back over to look at him. I grimaced, feeling his fingers briefly push against one of the many bruises Ryan had left.

Harry let go of my arm, seeing my reaction to it. "Why is it just your arms?" He asked, looking at me and changing the subject. "It isn't." I replied, and he sent me a confused look. I got off the bed, glancing over at the door he'd closed, before pulling my shirt over my head and dropping it onto the bed. "Oh my god." He murmured, standing up and walking over.

There were dark, extensive bruises on both sides of my rib cage.. I pulled my socks off, revealing the bruises around my ankles. I jumped, feeling his cold hand against my skin. He was softly touching my ribs. I'm not sure why he felt the need to touch my bruises and my scars. It was strange to me, and bothered me a little. "I can't even tell you're pregnant." He commented randomly, and I laughed.

"Wait.. But if he did this to you.. The baby's okay, right?" He asked, looking down at me. He was standing really close to me.. I nodded. "That's from him kicking me. He made sure to avoid actually kicking my stomach." I explained. He nodded, thinking.. "Ok.. Um. Do you think I could take pictures of your bruises? I want to get a lawyer and see if we can get him put in jail for doing this to a pregnant woman." He commented, and I looked up at him..

"That'll only piss him off." I said, shaking my head. He sighed. "Brynn.. Please. Let me do this. If he's behind bars, he can't come after you anymore." He stated. "You don't understand, Harry. He won't be in there for forever. When he gets out, he'll be just as mad, and he'll seek vengeance. He won't just come after me, he'll come after you too. Not to mention what he'll do to the baby at that point.."

Edited: 6-2-2021
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