Wishful Thinking

I never expected to see him again. I thought I had lost him for good. I thought I was free.
But, I guess it was just wishful thinking.
-(*warning* ~ suggested rating: 15+ - for sexual scenes, drug use, violence, language)-


4. CH. 4

I walked down the sidewalk, opposite from my work. The breeze was the perfect temperature, now that it was later in the day. Cars drove by when I reached the city. I stuck my hands in the pockets of my sweat shirt. I rarely come into the city, but it is nice, unlike some cities I have heard of.

I looked up at all the buildings, saw a few coffee shops. I decided on going into one. The bell dinged when I open the door. Just like at the diner. "Hello, there!" Said the cashier. "Hi." I smiled at her. "We don't see many new faces here, where are you from?" She asked. "Oh, just the town over." I pointed in the direction of my town. "Oh. Is it nice there?" She asked. "Yeah. But not compared to here." I looked around once more. "Eh, I've been in cities too long." She laughed. I smiled in return. "So what can I get you?" She asked.  "Um..." I thought. "I'll try the caramel frappe." I said. "Alright, anything else?" She asked.

I thought for a moment. "Sure! A mocha one of those." I guess I could bring Harry one. And if he doesn't want it, two coffee's for me! Woo!

"So, headed any where in particular?" She asked. "Yea, I was heading to the park." I said. "Oh, its really nice there. Probably the nicest part of this blasted city." She exclaimed as she made the drinks.

She finished and handed them to me. "Here you go!" She said. "Thank you." I smiled. "Oh, what do I need to pay?" I asked before walking away. "It's on the house." She laughed. "Oh, thank you so much!" I said. "No problem."

I left the store and headed towards the park once again.

Once I arrived at the park, I was surprised by such green grass, nice benches, and lots of space.

"I thought you wouldn't show up." Said the deep voice behind me. I took a breath before turning around. "Coffee?" I offered. He hesitated before taking one. "Thanks." He said.

"Yup. So what did you want to talk about?" I asked referring to the note he gave me. "Oh, um. Well I wanted to tell you some good news." He said. Anything good for him is bad for me. "What is it?" I sighed.

"I'm moving!" He exclaimed. "To where?" I asked, even though I could care less. "Here," He said. "HERE?" I yelled. "Ha, why so upset, love?" He asked, with a smirk, of course. I thought he was just passing by then leaving. "Why are you moving here?" I asked. "Well, I got caught up in some business, and I needed to get as far away from there as possible. Also somewhere where no one will look." He fiddled with the cup. "But anyways, I'm moving into your apartment building." He added.

No. No. No. "Ugh!" I groaned. He chuckled. "Don't worry, babe. Things wont be so bad. It will be like old times." He patted my back.

I hated old times. He was too protective, never gave me space. I was suffocating. I wasn't 'allowed' to do anything with out his permission. I couldn't take it anymore.

"No, Harry. It will never be old times. Never again." I said angrily, but kept calm.

"We'll see about that." He said before walking away.

"Oh, and thanks for the coffee." He added.

I sighed.

I am about to relive the 6 years of torture from this guy.

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