Ultraviolence

Chapter Sixteen

"I love you the first time. I love you the last time."
~Lana Del Rey, Ultraviolence

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Harry's POV

I watched her from the corners of my eyes, attempting to be unseen. I hated to see her go. I kept telling myself that it would be better for her and she would only be gone for nine days but I still hated that she wouldn't be with me. I've always wanted to ask her this but I've always thought it was rather a dumb and pointless question, but in this long and boring car ride, I decided to ask her.

"Spencer?" I asked to get her attention.

"Yeah?"

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" I shyly asked. Her eyes twinkled as she laughed at the childish question.

"Why are you asking?" She asked, still giggling.

"Just wondering." I answered.

"I wanna be a writer," she said, "but don't tell my parents because they expect me to be a lawyer." She put her finger to her lips and winked her right eye.

"What do you want to write about?" I asked.

"I don't know yet. But I have a few topics in mind."

"I see..." I said, my mind pondering the endless possibilities of what she could write about.

"What about you?" She asked after a moment.

"What do I want to be..." I asked myself.

"I want to be yours." I said, looking into her clear blue eyes.

"And if that doesn't work out..?" She asked.

"I'd rather die."

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Spencer's POV

I sat in the silence for a while thinking of just how amazing Harry was. So amazing, that I wished there were more of him. Then the world would be a perfect place. But the only problem with that would be that everyone would have a Harry, and I would have to share him instead of keeping him all to myself.

We arrived at the rehabilitation center about half and hour later. It looked beautiful on the outside. There were large oak trees lining the entrance. We approached a large white building that looked a lot like The White House, with marble steps leading to the front door. Harry reached over and grabbed my hand as my father searched for a parking spot in the car lot. As soon as we found a spot and parked the car, we got out and Harry unloaded my luggage from the back.

"Thanks." I said, taking the bag from him even though he didn't want me to.

"I can carry it." He said.

"No thanks." I smiled.

We walked together to a side entrance, my parents leading the way and Harry taking my free hand and entertwining our fingers. We walked through the door into what seemed like an administration hall. We walked into the first room on the left to see the receptionist behind her desk. She was blonde and thin, and when she stood up to introduce herself, I noticed she was super tall and really fit. I was expecting Harry to be staring at her, since she was absolutely gorgeous, but he wasn't. Instead, he was looking down at our hands. The blonde woman, whose name was Emily, led us a few doors down the hall to a large office with double glass doors. She opened the door and gestured for us to go in.

"Jane, this is the Blake family. They're ready to check in." Emily said, giving us a smile and then leaving and heading back to her office.

Jane stood up. She looked older than Emily, but not old. She seemed to be in her early-thirties. She had long brown hair, fair skin, and rosy cheeks. She looked really good for her assumed age. She, too, was really fit and in shape. She walked from behind her desk and began to introduce herself.

"Hi! My name is Jane Ehlers and I am the director here at Venant Propre." She looked me dead in the eyes and said, "and you must be Elizabeth! It's so great to meet you! Welcome!" She came around and gave me a hug.

'Well, at least she seems nice.' I thought to myself.

"Hi." I said as she enveloped me in a hug.

"So," she said, letting go and placing her hands on my shoulders, "your parents have told me all about you, and your mistakes and how you're here to just relax and learn how to concentrate on the important things and how to sleep well and how to control your sleep and how to be clean. Is that right? Is that what you want to do?" She asked.

"Yeah, it is." I said.

"Well..you're at the right place." She lead us to her desk and asked us to sit down. She gave us a contract to sign and we did that and then she began to give us the details of what I'll be doing for the next nine days.

"Okay. You'll be rooming with Hanna Allen. She went through the same thing as you, only hers was ten times worse. This is your schedule. We don't like our guests to do the same thing everyday so it's different. You only repeat the same day-schedule every three days. Your room is on the second floor, and I'm ready to take you when you are ready to go. I'll be in the hall so you can say your goodbyes."

I went to my parents first, giving them hugs and telling them that I'll be fine. My parents left too, telling Harry that they'll be waiting in the car to give us some privacy. As soon as they shut the door behind them, Harry pulled me into his arms and held me tighter than ever before.

"I don't want to leave you." He whispered.

"It's only for nine days." I attempted to reassure him.

"But nine days that I'll be without you." He said, placing his lips on mine. After the kiss, which lasted longer than I expected, he wrapped his arms around me in a hug again.

"Harry.." I said, wanting to tell him what had been on my mind for the longest time.

"Yeah?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course I know that."

"But I don't just love you with my heart. I love you with everything that I have. I loved you the first time, I loved you the last time. I'm your Cinderella and you're my Prince Charming and nothing can ever change that. Okay?"

"Okay." He said, letting go of me.

"I love you forever." I said.

"I love you longer." He smiled.

We shared one last, short kiss and then he and I went our separate ways. Mrs. Jane led me up to my room, which was actually a little bit bigger than my bedroom at home. I met Hanna, who was also very nice and pretty, even though she looked sick. And Hanna and Mrs. Jane showed me around Venant Propre. It was just as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. And when the day's activities were all done and it was time to go to bed for everyone here, I came to the conclusion that this wouldn't be so bad.

Author's Note:

"Venant Propre"means "coming clean" in French, in case you were wondering.