My body was still aching, but it was nothing compared to yesterday. I had healed, but the last remainder of the pain was still there lowly. The man going to call the ambulance yesterday finally gave up on making the call and offered us a lift home. I remember lying on the back seats of the man’s car, knees bent, my throbbing head resting on Harry’s lap. His fingers aimlessly weaved through my hair, his eyes never looking away from me. He was protecting me. He was returning the favour.
The memories were fuzzy in my mind. Harry’s bike is in a repair shop at the moment. I remember that. And I remember Harry giving me a piggy back up the steps of the block to our flat last night when we got home. I was clinging weakly onto him, my head resting heavily on his right shoulder. I was put into dry clothes before taken straight to bed. Harry never left my side. His final words before I fell to sleep echoed softly in my mind.
I lazily rolled over the next morning, coming face to face with a sleepy Harry. His arms encircled me under the covers, tugging me into him. His hand pressed into the back of my head before he gently rolled us over, my body sprawled out on top of his.
I slowly reached up, taking away Harry’s hand on the back of my head to slip my fingers between his, bringing them back to our side. I squeezed it lightly, my head resting on the top of his chest. Harry’s other hand clasped lightly to my side, kisses sprinkled across the top of my head.
“How’re you feeling?” he murmured into my hair.
“Fine,” I croaked.
I could slowly feel my muscles heal inside of me, warmth flowing into my body. I was healing in an extraordinary way so I couldn’t complain really.
I lifted my head from Harry’s warm chest, shuffling up his taller body until my head hovered over his. I brushed my nose against his.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
I watched as Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“For looking after me,” I muttered. “I don’t deserve it. Not really.”
“Everyone deserves love, Rosie. Especially you.”
“Why me?” I asked. “Does a murderer deserve love and protection?”
“Rosie,” he said sternly. “You’re not just a murderer. It’s so much more than that. And I realise that now. You’ve got so much stress and anger inside of you. And that’s why I’m helping you. To get rid of that.”
I stared back at him, taking in each word that had fallen through his lips. Harry knows me completely now. I’ve told him everything. We have no secrets anymore. I almost felt…free.
I leaned down to him slowly, his breath warming my lips. I watched him close his eyes, waiting for my lips to tangle with his. I smiled as I let my lips graze his, teasing him softly. Harry groaned impatiently, peaking up at me through one eye.
“Stop teasing me, Brookes,” he whispered.
“Make me,” I murmured.
A devilish smirk illuminated Harry’s face. He quickly rolled us over, my body tight between the bed and him. I grunted softly at the action, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. I felt him gently grip my wrists, pinning them to the pillow either side of my head. His bare chest was warm against mine. I could feel his heart beating steadily, a smile relaxing onto my face. I gazed up at this man, noticing for the first time the small cut on his temple and hairline. I was just glad he came out of the ‘accident’ alright.
Harry’s head soon dipped down, his nose nudging my jawline. I obeyed his silent order, tilting my head to one side. My wrists were released for him to capture my thighs in his hands, wrapping my legs round his waist. He locked my ankles around him, his skin so warm against mine. His control over my body made me grin, my ankles crossed against his lower back. I felt Harry’s hands trail from my ankles, up my legs to cup my thighs, keeping my legs tight around him. A soft whimper fell from my lips as he lightly trailed kisses up and down my neck. He hummed against my skin before his lips settled onto one spot. I gasped suddenly, tingles shooting through my body. His mouth had closed around my faded bite mark inflicted on me the night my parents died. His tongue lightly swiped against the mark, trying to calm me. Once my heart rate was back to normal, Harry’s mouth began sucking lightly on my skin. I scrunched up my eyes, a mixture of pain and pleasure etching my features.
He groaned into my neck, moving his hands from my thighs back to my wrists. He held them securely either side of my head, but as the actions inflicted on my mark grew more intense, his hot touch travelled upwards from wrists to slip his fingers between mine.
My chest rose and fell quicker with each breath and each second of his lips on my mark. All I could think about was that night, watching my mother getting murdered in front of me, for me to get turned into the beast that killed her in the first place. My head was spinning now with so many thoughts. I began whimpering with fright only for Harry to take it as pleasure. Goose bumps were rising on my skin even though Harry’s body was caged over mine in this heated moment. I suddenly felt imprisoned again, Samuel’s body lying heavily on top of mine, pinning me to the bed. That’s when Harry tipped me over the edge.
His teeth began nibbling at my mark. In the back of my mind I knew he was only teasing me, but all I could think about was Samuel’s teeth ripping into my veins. Something inside of me was bubbling madly, ready to erupt. As soon as Harry’s teeth settled over my mark, I screamed out in pure pain, my back arching from the bed. My head had tilted back, my eyes squeezed shut. A hot pricking sensation emanated from under my skin, muscles burning inside of me.
Harry’s lips instantly pulled back from my mark. The pain quickly disappeared as if nothing had happened. My body fell back down to the mattress in exhaustion, breaths puffed out of my lips.
My eyes finally met his. My skin felt itchy everywhere, my muscles aching as I breathed heavily. I’d never experienced that before. I quickly cupped the side of my neck with my hand to hide the bite mark.
“M-my mark,” I stuttered, a heavy pressure behind my eyes. “It hurt, Harry. It really hurt.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Let me see.”
I sat up against the headboard and quickly shook my head, a breath sucked in through my teeth as I added more pressure to the sensitive mark. Harry tried gently prying my hands from my neck, but I resisted, refusing to look him in the eye.
“Don’t, Harry,” I snarled.
“Because I don’t want you to see what I am!”
The words left my mouth before my brain told them to. Sympathy fell over Harry’s face, his lips parted to speak, but he knew me by now. He knew I was wound up and needed time to calm down and he gave that to me.
I tried focusing on my breathing, the pain in my muscles. I could feel myself healing inside, cuts and bruises disappearing quicker than any human is capable of. I had these extraordinary abilities and yet I can’t control them.
With my eyes closed, I gently traced the mark inflicted on my neck with my fingertip. I winced softly, but continued anyway. My fingertip ran over the bite marks still in my skin, like dips in my neck. It felt weird, but it was a part of me. And I hated them.
I could feel Harry’s eyes watching me the whole time. Once he gathered that I was calm again, he sat up beside me and wrapped an arm around my waist. Kisses were planted across my shoulder, slowly making their way up to my neck. I wanted to hide it again. I didn’t want Harry seeing what I was. Just as my hand rose to shield the mark from him again, he gripped my wrist and pinned it back to my side.
“Let me see,” he whispered.
I felt his gaze burning into my mark. I turned my head away, eyes squeezed shut. It was so hard accepting it. I whimpered innocently once Harry’s lips left a warm kiss to the mark. Tingles erupted in my veins, my muscles tensing up.
“I don’t care who or what you are,” Harry mumbled. “I love you for being you, Rosalie. I always will. That’s my promise to you.” Harry’s lips caressed the skin of my neck once again, trailing around the mark. “And I never break my promises.”
I let out a long sigh, my body leaning into Harry. I could feel Harry was being so gentle with me as if I’m the most precious thing to him. I grinned at the thought. Maybe I was.
A few minutes later and we were lying on the bed together, arms tight around each other, foreheads almost touching. I could feel every breath that passed his lips. I could see the way his eyes shined. I loved being this close to him.
“You know I told you about the kids boxing club I run?” Harry finally asked. I nodded. “Well it’s meant to be today,” he continued. “I’ve had to cancel a few for certain reasons.” He raised his eyebrows at me. I knew exactly why they’ve been cancelled. Because he’s had to look after me. “The next lesson’s today. Do you wanna come and watch?”
I felt my grin gradually fade from my lips. I would have loved to, but I try not to get involved with children. They wouldn’t be safe around me. They’re so fragile.
“I mean you don’t have to…” Harry said frantically after witnessing my reaction. “I’ll cancel it for today. We’ll spend the day here, just the two of us. How does that sound?”
“Don’t cancel it again, Harry,” I spoke softly. “I’ll come with you.”
Harry’s face automatically lit up, a broad grin on his lips. He left a sweet kiss to my bite mark before bringing his face close up to mine again.
“You make me very happy, Rosalie.”