Spaces between Us

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A/N pic is of Nevaeh and her dad who may rest in peace ....in the fanfic of course
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Nevaeh's POV

"When do you think she'll wake up?" I heard a familiar voice say in the distance

"She should wake up any second, it has been two days since she's been knocked out." The doctor I'm guessing.

I heard some more muffling conversations but I couldn't make a word of what they were saying. I wanted to open my eyes and scream out in pain. All the memories flooded through my mind like a novel. It was a matter of time that something bad would happen. I knew for a fact that my life was too perfect for a moment there. I never asked for this though. My dad has nothing to do with this. I opened my eyes as I sat up over dramatically and screamed out and sobbed loudly onto my hands and tossed my body back down on the cold mattress.

"Nev!" I heard a thick british accent say worriedly until he touched my hands and pulled me close to him in a tight, but not tight enough to hurt me but enough to make me feel better.

"My dad! I want to see my dad!" I sobbed

"Miss.Dodson, good afternoon I'm Doctor Aushkna. I am sorry to say but your father passed two days ago."

Right there and then was when I looked over at Harry, or Marcel? He gave me an apologetic look and stuck his hands in his front pockets. He was so close to say something, but I removed the heart monitor off me and ran off barefoot. At the moment all I heard was yelling and chaotic action taken to get me back. However because the hospital was small, very small, I found it easy to lock myself in a storage closet. I backed up against the wall and slid my body down slowly while covering my face with my hands.

My dad is dead and all because of greedy selfish men who wanted a few extra bucks. Now I have no one, my mom passed, my aunts and uncles are not in England, my cousin hates me, my grandparents passed. My dad may have not been there for me all the time but I enjoyed the few times we had together. He was everything I could have asked when he was with me. Sure he tended to compare me to Marcel a lot but I don't even give a fudge any more. He was the only one I trusted and now he is no longer alive.

I sobbed and I blew my nose on my hospital gown, there was a knock on the door making me come to a complete stop. I froze, I couldn't even breathe.

"Nev, It harry, is that you?"

"Of course that is you dimwat" He talked to himself.

The door slowly opened making me cower into the corner like a weak human being. I am weak.

"Nev, thank God!"

"Shut up Marcel, god isn't even real"

Why did I say this? Oh maybe because there is no God! Why would God do this to one of hus chikdren? Cause so much pain and dispair knowing I have no one to care for me. My so called best friend isn't even happy with me.

"Nev, don't say that. Y-your'e just hurt is all. I promise you everything will be okay."

I loooked at him with my puffy red eyes and frowned. I hate myself for saying this but this boy right here has been there for me far longer than anyone else has ever been considering he's only been my friend for such short time.

"Harry my dad died" I whispered

he reached down to hold me. His muscular but lean arm made their way around my shivering body. I rested my head on his shoulder, and sobbed quietly.

"I know love, I know." He breathed into my neck. "But I will tell you one thing. Your dad placed me in a tight position." he sighed

I looked up at him, remembering what my dad had said. I knew if I didn't obey I would have to live with the guilt the rest of my life. He's dead and it's the least I could do for my dad. Aside from that I'm not going to starve to deathe, he left me his inheritance and the house.