He Dared Me

Chapter 3

I had issues sleeping. As usual. I put my headphones in and tried listening to music. I heard my mum talking to someone downstairs. Or maybe it was just the telly... I eventually passed out about thirty minutes later, still hearing talking.

I'm a light sleeper, so when the attic door creaked quietly open, I woke up. I kept my eyes closed though and pretended to sleep. I felt the edge of the bed dip as someone, maybe my mum, sat on it. I felt a hand push my bangs out of my face. It was larger than my mum's, so it's definitely not her. There's no way it's my dad; I haven't seen him in years. I don't have any friends, so who coul-no. Absolutely not. There's no fucking way.

The hand moved from my hair to rest on my cheek. I felt the cold metal of a ring. So it is him. I shivered when it touched my skin and tried to curl into a ball. I reached for my blanket, and he gently laid it over me.

"Princess, wake up," he commanded, softly. I grunted and rolled over in a way that said "Fuck no."

"C'mon, Princess. Wakey wakey. We have school." At that, I opened one eye and flipped him off. I pulled the covers over my head and ignored his quiet pleas for me to wake.

"Alright, you've forced me. This is your fault," he said as he threw the covers off of me. I yelped and curled up. He picked me up and put me in his lap. I squirmed but his grip was like iron.

"Let me go. Just wanna sleep," I told him.

"No, we have school."

"Don't care. They all hate me anyways. Fuck school."

"I don't hate you."

I groaned. "Sleep, Harry. Lemme sleep."

"Fine. Don't call me crying if something happens." He tossed me down onto the bed and stood up. I looked up at him, confused. He just walked out. Whatever. I don't need him.

I reached for my blankets only to see that they were no longer there. I curled up tighter and made a whining noise. I just let myself sit there and wonder what he meant.