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WHAT?! What does he mean by punish me? "No Harry. Please don't."

"To late." He took one step to me. He grabbed my wrists and dragged me up the stairs. His grip was really really tight.

He took me to what I guess is his bedroom. Harry threw me onto the bed, he grabbed a rope that was on the end of the bed. Harry grabbed my hands and tied them together. I looked down at my wrists, there was bruises were his hands were. I looked up to see Harry towering over me.

"H-Harry." I choked out.

His left hand connected with my right cheek. I tears run down my face, and sobs escaped my mouth. Harry then, slapped me again. "Don't you ever leave again unless I tell you too!"

I jumped at his sudden voice. I nodded quickly hand he left the room. My hands were still tied together. They were hurting more and more by the second has I cried my eyes out. Harry stormed into the room. "Shut up!"

"It's hurting me." I said looking at my wrist. I looked up at Harry, he frowned and untied the rope.

Harry walked out of the doorway but then stopped. He sighed, looked down while shaking his head. "Come here." He said in a soft voice.

I'm so confused! He just slapped me twice and now he's acting like that. I didn't move until Harry yelled at me. I walked slowly over to him. He extended his arms when I got closer. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my head. I just stood there with my arms at my sides. Harry pulled away and stares at me in the eyes. He walked away and down the stairs. I followed behind him. "Can I go home?"

"No." Harry said sternly.

"What?!" I asked. Harry didn't answer, we continued walking down the stairs until we reached the kitchen.

"Why can't I go home?" I asked, tilting my head a little.

"Because I said so." Harry walked over to the counter where some bananas were at. He grabbed one, peeled it, and began eating it.

I rolled my eyes and huffed. "Don't roll your eyes at me."

"I want to go home." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and raising my eyebrows.

"To bad." Harry said and walked past me.

"Then I'm leaving." I said.

Harry stopped walking and turned to face me. "Do you really want to leave again? What I did to you up there was nothing compared to what I can do to you. I've raped,murdered, beaten... I don't think you're going anywhere, unless you want one of those things to happen to you."

I uncrossed my arms and put my head down. "That's what I thought." Harry said, turning back around and walking to the living room. I sat down on the floor and cried. I didn't make any noise because I was afraid of Harry. I miss my family, my friends, my home.

Harry walked back into the kitchen. I looked at up him, with eyes full of tears. He sat down in front of me crisscross. He gently grabbed my chin but I pulled away and looked away from him. He grabbed my hands and held them in his. I turned my head to look at him. He had no expression on his face, but his forest green eyes were filled with sadness.

Tears were still running from my eyes when Harry spoke. "Come here."

I hesitated, I don't want to be anywhere near him. But, I moved closer. Harry grabbed my waist and lifted me so I was on his lap. His arms were around my waist and I rested my head on his shoulder. This actually isn't so bad.

"Someday, you're gonna see the things that I see, you're gonna want the air that I breathe." Harry whispered in my ear.

I picked my head up and looked at him. I quickly got off him and stood up. "No I won't. I never will."

"What makes you think that?" Harry stood up and pushed my against the wall.

"Because you're a horrible person." I growled. His jaw clenched and his eyes went dark. Harry walked away from me and walked into the living room. I heard him sit down in the couch and sigh. I really hate him, so I have no clue why I did this, but I walked into the room and sat next to him. He was bending over, his elbows resting on his legs, and his head in his hands. I grabbed his hand, he jumped a little but looked over at me. I held Harry's hand in both of mine.

I scooted closer to him. I leaned in and planted a kiss in his lips.

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