“I dream of leaving and never looking back. But it’s impossible.”

“Then take my hand and we’ll run together.”

Rosalie Brookes is running. She’s always running, that’s all she does. She’s lost, running from her deepest and darkest nightmares. The creature within her, its claws tight in her heart, has made her kill everyone she loves. Since watching her mother being murdered through her five year old eyes she’s had a secret. But she’s about to reveal her secret for the first time. To the man that saved her the night she was running.

Harry’s lost. He’s always lost. He’s lost everyone and needs to care for someone to make him complete. His twisted past of drinking and drugs is forgotten about. He’s escaped his problems and now wants to help Rosalie do the same.

Someone will bring their messed up worlds together. They have a lot more in common than they think. And that may save their lives one day.


This is the second version of this story I've made so enjoy!


19. Beg Me To Stop

I woke up suddenly, loud thunder crashing around outside. I was still lying on Harry’s chest, rising and falling steadily under me. I tilted my head up to gaze at him. His mouth was open slightly as he snored softly, small vibrations coming from his chest. His curls were sprawled out over the pillow supporting his head, making me grin uncontrollably.

A crash of thunder suddenly made me jump, lighting up the room for a second before darkness fell around us again. I stared up at Harry, running my fingers aimlessly over his stomach under the covers to try and calm me. The thunder boomed once more outside, illuminating Harry’s face for a moment before silence grew again in the room. I smiled up at him before resting my head back on his chest, still grinning as I closed my eyes again. Sleep grew closer to me, feeling so comforting, but I could sense something. I scrunched my face up, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, like Harry and I weren’t the only two people in here.

A gust of wind suddenly crashed onto my face. My eyes shot back open, head shooting up from Harry’s chest for my gaze to connect with a broad figure stood at the end of the bed. The window was wide open again, the thunder growing louder outside. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing could escape. I stared at Samuel, his chest sticking out as his eyes looked in my direction. But they weren’t looking at me.

I glanced up at Harry. His face was scrunched up. He began to squirm under me, his body jerking painfully. I shot up into a sitting position, gazing over at Samuel, his eyes burning into Harry as his smirk grew. A whimper was soon forced from Harry’s mouth. His head turned from side to side uncomfortably on the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut. I pressed a hand into Harry’s chest, unsure of how to comfort him. Samuel continued to stare, clearly enjoying what he was doing to Harry. I stared down at Harry’s pained face as he groaned agonisingly. I shook him frantically, his curls falling into his face as he turned his head from one side to the other.

“Harry,” I called down to him.

His skin under my palm burned. I quickly pulled my hand away, feeling as though I had put my hand into a fire. I stared back down at Samuel as his eyes never let go of Harry. Samuel laughed deeply, Harry’s body jerking more violently while he was still asleep.

“Stop!” I screamed to the tall figure.

Samuel laughed louder, his smirk making my skin crawl. I gazed at Harry, tears lingering in the corner of his closed eyes.

“Rosie,” he mumbled, his lips barely moving as he spoke. “Rosie?” His voice rose as he called my name. His fists were locked by his sides, the skin on his knuckles stretching as he dug his fingernails into his palms.

“Harry, I’m here,” I called over his voice. I held his head in my hands, but his head continued to turn uncomfortably.

“Rosie,” he sobbed loudly, his jerking body making the whole bed shift. Tears pooled in my eyes until I couldn’t take the heat anymore. I pulled my hands away for Harry’s skin, the skin on my palms burning.

“Leave him alone, Samuel,” I spat. “He has nothing to do with this.”

“Beg,” he replied, his eyes still fixed on Harry’s twitching body. “Beg me to stop.”

I gritted my teeth, refusing to do as he requested. Harry whimpered my name, his voice drowning in pain. I stared down at him, his body squirming, his eyes still shut as if having a bad dream.

“Fine,” I hissed, shooting my head to glare back at Samuel. “Please,” I muttered through my teeth.

“Please, what?” he asked, a corner of his cruel mouth curling up higher. Harry’s body was squirming violently, forced whimpers escaping his mouth as he sobbed my name. I glanced at Harry, his face scrunched up in pain.

“Please, stop this,” I whispered, staring at Harry’s struggling body. “I beg you. Leave Harry alone.” I gazed back up at Samuel. “Please,” I sobbed, tears spilling down my face.

Samuel’s eyes suddenly shot to look at me, Harry’s body instantly growing still beside me. I stared back at Harry, his body still as his chest rose and fell peacefully as if nothing had happened. I cautiously reached out, placing my hand on Harry’s bare stomach that was now revealed by the fallen covers. His skin was warm, sending shots of tingles up my arm. I let a small smile cross my lips as he slept quietly again.

“Don’t forget our deal, Rosalie,” Samuel sneered from the end of the bed.

My smile soon fell, the knot in my chest tightening suddenly. My head shot back to Samuel, lightening suddenly roaring outside, lighting up the whole room. My body grew cold as it revealed Samuel’s smirk before darkness crashed down around us again. Samuel disappeared from the room.

A gasp escaped my parted lips as I felt a warm hand on my back. I spun around to find Harry gazing up at me, rubbing small circles on the skin of my back. A sigh of relief fell from my mouth as Harry’s drooping eyes stared up at me, a comforting smile on his face. His curls were spread out on the pillow, his bed head calming me instantly.

“What’s wrong, Rosie?” he asked, his husky voice leaking concern for me.

My features fell suddenly as Samuel’s face illumined in my mind, the way his eyes sparkled as he controlled Harry only seconds ago. I lowered my gaze, tears forming in my eyes. Harry suddenly shot up to sit beside me, his arm embracing me tightly.

“It was him, wasn’t it?” he asked, jaw stiff, teeth gritted in his mouth.

I tilted my head to the side, resting it on Harry’s shoulder. I nodded weakly, leaning heavily into Harry. I noticed the window was shut again, locked just as Harry had left it. I could feel Harry’s arm tensing around me, his fingertips digging into my side. I buried my face into his neck, letting a sob burst from my mouth. The vision of Harry’s body jerking, pain spread over his perfect face flashed in my mind. I couldn’t even touch him, he was so hot.

Harry laid back again, pulling me with him. I kept my face nestled in his neck, breathing in his strong scent. The smell of blood lingered faintly so I pulled back, nuzzling into his shoulder instead. Harry’s strong arm was still around me, rubbing circles on my skin again.

“Go to sleep, Rosie,” he muttered into the top of my head before planting a kiss on my hair. I did as he said, closing my eyes as Harry’s arm pulled me closer, our legs entwined under the covers. “Night,” he murmured as I began drifting off again.

“Night, Harry,” I whispered shakily before finally letting sleep take over me. But one thought struck in my head. I tried forcing it away, but it always returned. One day, I didn’t know when, but I was going to lose Harry.

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