Angel With A Shotgun

Your a bad idea, but I like bad ideas.

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8. Chapter Eight

I got in the front seat of his car and we drove off. I don't think I'll miss anyone in my family, but Danny. If they had trusted me then I would've stayed but no they had to make everything more complicated. 

"Harry?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"What are we going to do when we get there? I didn't bring any money with me so we couldn't stay in a motel." I said, worried.

"I have a friend who can let us stay with him until we get jobs, and our own apartment. That sound okay to you?" I nodded.

​I rested my head on his shoulder and I fell asleep. 

 

I was running again. But this time Harry was running with me. 

"You can't hide behind him forever. One day he won't be able to protect you. When that day arrives, I'll be waiting." The booming voice laughed, as if he was the devil himself. 

​Maybe he was. 

​ Harry disappeared from my side. "HARRY! Where are you?"

I heard laughter and groans. 

"Run Monica! And don't look back!" Harry shouted at me. I still couldn't see his eyes. Which frightened me. 

 

"Harry!" I screamed, and woke with a start. 

"Monica, hey. Shh. I'm right here. I'm right here." He looked at me. "Everything will be alright. I won't leave you. I promise. It was just a nightmare, baby. It can't hurt you." I curled up against his side. I wrapped my arms around his waist and his hands played with my hair, as he kissed my head. 

"But it felt so real."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I nodded. 

"Every time I dream I don't see any faces. Except yours. But everytime I see you face its burned with agony and fear. Then you were taken away. You kept telling me to run. But I didn't listen. I was looking for you. And I heard a booming voice. He said he wanted me back." I paused to catch my breath. "I don't know who he is or what he wants, but he says the same thing over and over."

When I looked up at Harry his jaw was clenched and he looked angry. I wrapped each of my legs around his waist so I was straddling him. I kissed his mouth. He still didn't respond. 

Maybe if I tried his sweet spot I'll get something out of him. So I kissed his jaw line and made him moan. It worked.

"Baby if you keep doing that you'll make me hard." 

"Sorry," I whispered in his ear. I kissed him again this time with a responsive Harry. We kissed until I was damp between the legs. That would be something I would have to take care of later. 

So there was mild smutt. Not much though. I'll tell you this now, it will be coming soon. Along with violence, and other stuff. But that's or me to know and for you to find out. I hope you enjoyed Chapter Eight! I want at least four likes for the next chapter. I love you!

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