I feel someone grab one of my feet, slowly dragging me out of my bed and out of Harry's warm arms. I start to scramble, trying to get away from whatever is pulling me but suddenly, I feel myself fall to floor. I feel my body throb with pain but I still try to stand myself up but I end up getting slammed back down on the floor again. Before I even had a chance to scream, I feel a hand go across my mouth.
"If you scream then you're dead," the unknown person whispered harshly to me.
I still can't see who the person is because it's so dark in my room but I can tell it's a man because I can tell by it's voice. His voice sounds familiar but I know it's not my uncle, I'm sure of it. I feel myself getting dragged across my floor, out of my room, and into the hallway. I feel my back starting to burn against the carpet and then I feel myself getting dragged down the stairs making my head hit each stair. I feel it throb with pain and it gets worse after it hits a few of the hard wood stairs.
Once we got downstairs, the person drags me through the living room and I hear the basement door creak open. No! Not again. My head already hurts from getting dragged down the stairs already. He starts dragging me down the wooden stairs and instead of taking me all the way down, I get thrown down and fall on the cold hard floor. I begin to cry out in pain but I feel a hand slap across my face, shutting me up.
"I told you to shut the fuck up!" he yelled and I feel something cold and sharp against my throat. "If you make one sound or a sudden movement, I will kill you!"
I stay still and try to stay silent, barely breathing, as tears start to run down my face and he removes the knife from my throat. Who is this person? Why is he doing this? Maybe my uncle hired him to kill me or something. Who knows? I can see the man's silhouette slowly walk around me like he's a shark hunting for his prey. I can my body start to shake when he stops in front of me and suddenly, I feel him kick in the stomach, making me cry out in pain.
"Why? Why didn't you tell me? Why?" he screamed while continuing to kick me.
"I-I" I tried to say but he kicks me in the stomach again.
"HOW COULD YOU? DO YOU NOT TRUST ME? HUH? I THOUGHT YOU CARED ABOUT ME!" he yelled while kicking me in multiple places.
I start to cry from the pain. Who are you? What have I done to you? What have I done to deserve this? This is exactly like the night my uncle beat me up down here but he didn't say those words to me. He said something different. I know this is not my uncle, I can tell by his voice. His voice sounds so familiar but I can't seem to put my finger on it. When it finally seemed like hours, he finally stops kicking me and I start to feel lose energy in my body and everything beginning to turn blurry. Suddenly, the lights turn on and he starts to walk away. I still can't see who the person is because he has his purple sweatshirt on with his hood up. Then he slowly turns his head to look at me, and my eyes widen when I finally see his face....
"Harry?" I mumbled.
"Harry?" I gasped as I sit up in my bed.
"Alaina! What's wrong?" I hear Harry say as he comes into my bedroom.
He quickly climbs up onto my bed and looks at me with a worried look on his face. I try to speak but I couldn't because I have this huge lump in my throat. Tears just keep building up in my eyes and I try to hold them back, but I ended up breaking down and give him a hug, grasping on his sweatshirt. I feel my tears soaking in his sweatshirt as he pulls me into his lap and starts rubbing my back, trying to calm me down, but it's not working. I just had a nightmare about my best friend beating me up.
"Baby, it's okay, I'm right here. It's okay," he whispered and kisses the top of my head.
Baby! He called me Baby again. I feel my heart start to flutter in my chest. Even though this is his second time today calling me that, I still love it when he calls me by that name.
"H-Harry," I managed to stutter out.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"You would never hurt me physically....would you?" I asked.
"What? Of course not. You know I would never hurt you like that," he said.
I nod and hug him tighter, beginning to feel safe in his arms. Why did I ask that? Of course Harry wouldn't hurt me. He wouldn't hurt anyone. He won't even hurt a fly. Harry knows how to treat a woman and he wouldn't dare to beat one up. Especially me.
"Where were you?" I asked him after I calmed down.
"I had to use the toilet," he replied.
I giggle after he said that. The way he uses his British language around me always makes me laugh.
"What?" he asked, laughing a little.
"Nothing. I love when you talk British," I giggled again.
I hear him laugh again and he kisses the top of my head. After I fully calmed down, Harry releases me from the hug and I look at the time.
"Wow! It's 4 o'clock," I said.
"I know, you slept almost all day," he said.
"Did my uncle do anything to you?" I asked.
"No, I haven't seen him all day. He was probably in his room because I heard his TV and him shouting," he replied.
I nod and get off of him, laying down on my pillow putting my feet in his lap.
"Ewww," he mumbled, obviously joking, while gently pushing my feet off.
"Rude," I said, joking back.
"Just kidding," he smiled cutely.
I put my feet back into his lap and he starts massaging them like he always does. He gives really good ones. After a few minutes he stops and goes to do the other one. I close my eyes and start to relax but then I hear my stomach start to growl. I haven't eaten anything since this morning.
"I'm hungry," I said.
"I know, I heard your stomach growling," Harry laughed.
"Thankfully the power is back on now because we actually heat up the pizza we had last night," I said.
He stops massaging my foot and I get up and follow him out of the room. I look at my uncles room to make sure he's still in there and I sigh with relief when I find his door still closed. Harry and I slowly tiptoe down the stairs because my uncle could be asleep and we don't want to wake him up. We walk into the kitchen and we start heating up pizza from last night. We eat 2 slices and then we go into the other room to watch some TV until my mom comes walking through the door. I look at the time and I notice that's it only 4:30. She's home early.
"Hi Mom!" I said.
"Hi Lovebug," she smiled at me. "Hi Harry,"
"Hi Katie. How was your day today?" he asked.
"It was good, thank you Harry," she said.
She looks over at us and notices that Harry and I are holding hands and sitting closer together on the couch. She smiles a little and I give her a weird look.
"Why are you staring at us like that?" I asked.
"Are you sure there's nothing going on between you two?"
"I wish there was something going on between Harry and I," I wanted to say. But sadly nothing is going on. Harry likes someone else. I wish it was me but nope. He only likes me as his best friend.
"No Mom, there's nothing going on," I replied.
"Okay," she said and goes into the kitchen.
I can tell that she doesn't believe me. She and Anne think Harry and I are secretly in a relationship but really, we're not. If we were in one, we would have told them by now. We wouldn't hide anything from them like that. They want us together so bad but sadly it's probably not going to happen. Harry and I continue to watch TV but then I hear heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, making my heart accelerate. My uncle is coming down. Shit!
"Why are you home so early?" he asked.
"Because I was allowed to! You got a problem with that?" she yelled.
"Don't fucking yell at me. Yes that's a problem! How are you supposed to get fucking paid when you're leaving work early?" he yelled back. "This house is a dump!"
"Then why are you here, Jamie? You could have gone to live with your Dad but no, you decided to come here instead,"
Harry and I look over from behind the couch and listen to them argue. This happens almost every night. My mom and Jamie are step siblings and they never got along. My grandmother married his father when my uncle was 14 and my mom was 10 so I guess that's when started acting all crazy because of his father and my grandmother getting married. I look back at Harry with a worried look on my face and squeezes my hand gently.
"You want to go upstairs?" he asked.
I nod and we get up off the couch. I walk in front of him through the kitchen and my mom and my uncle keep arguing. Suddenly, something gets thrown across the kitchen towards me and before I even had the chance to move, Harry quickly pulls me out of the way just in time. The object crashes against the wall with a shatter and I look behind me, noticing that my uncle threw one of my Mom's favorite vases. Thankfully Harry saved me or it would of hit me.
"What the hell?" I screamed at my uncle.
"You shut the fuck up!" he screamed back at me.
"Do not speak to my daughter that way!" my Mom yelled.
"I can speak to her the way I want to! She deserves it!"
"What are you talking about, Jamie?" my Mom asked.
"She deserves everything that she goes through! Drama and pain-" he rambled.
"What pain?" my Mom asked.
I look at Harry with a scared look on my face. Oh shit!
"You haven't seen the bruises on her back?" he asked.
My Mom looks at my uncle and back at me. My heart starts pounding out of my chest. Oh shit, this is it. She's going to find out and then my uncle is going to kill me in my sleep.
"Alaina, come here," my Mom said.
"Why? T-There's nothing wrong, Mom. Honest," I said, obviously lying.
"Alaina! I said come here!" she said again.
I look back at Harry and gently kisses the top of my head and lets me go. I slowly make my way over to my mom and she tells me to turn around. Then, she lifts up my shirt and suddenly I hear her gasp when she see's my bruises on my back.
"Oh my god! Jamie! Did you do this?" she cried.
"No, of course not! What makes you think I would hurt Alaina like that? She's my niece," he exclaimed, obviously lying.
"Because these bruises don't look like they came from an accidental fall. It's obvious that you could have done this. You're always home with her! Who else would even do something like this?" she exclaimed
"That young man right there, probably," he replied, pointing at Harry.
Harry's eyes widen and he immediately shakes his head. Of course, Harry would never hurt me. My uncle knows what he did to me but he doesn't want to admit it so he's blaming it on my best friend. Harry is a harmless person and he would never do something like that. His mother would never let him hurt anyone because she raised him to be a sweet, caring boy.
"What makes you think Harry would do something like that?" my Mom asked.
"Well, he's always here as well. Who knows what he's been doing to her behind closed doors!" he said.
"My daughter's best friend would never do something like that! Harry has always been a harmless person. I can't believe you're blaming him for this," she yelled.
"Maybe she's being bullied at school then," my uncle said.
My mom puts down my shirt and gently turns me around to look at her.
"Are you being bullied at school?"
I shake my head and she frowns. How does she not believe me? If I were being bullied at school, I would have told her, Anne, or Harry. I wouldn't ignore it, I would tell someone that I trust. My Mom looks over at Harry who is still standing in the corner with a scared look on his face. She probably thinks he would tell her the truth because he's an honest person.
"Harry, is Alaina being bullied at school?" she asked him.
"No because if she were she would have told me," he replied.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I swear," he said.
She nods and tells Harry and I to go upstairs so she can talk to my uncle alone. I shut the door when Harry and I got into my room and then I put my back against it before sliding down onto the floor. Harry joins me and we just sit there in silence. Then, he puts his arm around me and I lay my head on his shoulder. I hear my Mom and my uncle talking downstairs and I pray that all of this stops before I go down there to stop it myself. I'm tired of this and I just want to get away but I feel like there isn't a way to.
"Alaina there's something that I need to tell you," he said after a moment of silence.
Oh no not this again. He did this to me this morning and I know he's going to do the same thing. But instead I lift my head up and turn to look at him so I can listen to what he has to say.
"Tell me," I said.
"I wanted to tell you this for a long time....I lo-"
Suddenly he was interrupted with a loud crash coming from downstairs that made my door shake. I hear my mom start yelling louder than she's ever had in her life and I hear my uncle yell back. I should have told her or Anne about this a long time ago and this wouldn't be happening. They continue to argue for a while longer and then it slowly begins to quiet down. Thank god. Harry and I continue to sit on the floor until it starts to get dark in my bedroom.
Just as I turn on the light, Harry's phone starts to ring making jump with surprise since the volume was up kind of high. I sometimes forget that his ringtone is the chorus part of Gimme Shelter by, The Rolling Stones even though I heard it so many times. He's used that as his ringtone ever since he first got a phone. Harry takes his phone out of his pocket, looks at the caller ID, and he sighs before pressing the answer button on his phone and putting it to his ear.
"Hello? Yeah I'm still here why?...What? You said I can spend another night!...Mum this is so-.... okay fine. I'll be home.... I love you too, bye," he said and hangs up.
"You have to go home?" I asked him.
"Yeah. Gemma came home from my Dad's and my mum wants me to spend time with her. All she's going to do is hug and kiss me like she always does when she comes home. I think she does it just to bug me, I mean I love her and all but it's so annoying," he sighed.
"Well, she's your older sister of course she's going to do that because she misses you," I laughed. "Come here,"
He gives me a long hug and I rest my head on his shoulder. Then I put my head up to look at him and he slowly leans in to give me a passionate kiss. I'm going to miss that.
"I'll see you tomorrow, I guess," I said.
"Yeah. Just remember, if he hurts you again, call me," he replied.
"Okay, I will," I said.
We say goodbye and he walks out of my room shutting my door behind him.
"I love you, Harry," I whispered as I feel a tear run down my cheek.
I sigh and quickly wipe my eyes and then decide to get ready for bed. Even though it's only 8:30 and I slept almost all day but I'm still tired and I don't know why. Just as I get under the covers in my bed, I hear a knock on my door and then it slowly opens and my mom pops her head in.
"Alaina, can we talk?"
"Sure," I replied.
She nods and sits down beside me on my bed.
"Please be honest with me...has Jamie been hurting you all this time?"
I don't know if I should tell her because then if my uncle finds out, he's seriously going to kill me. But I can't lie to my mother about this; she'd be really upset if she finds out that I'm lying to her. God, I don't know what to say! I don't want to die but I don't want my mom to get mad at for not telling the truth. This is such a hard decision. My mom gives me a look waiting for me to respond and then I slowly open my mouth and begin to speak.
"Y-Yes Mom...he's been hurting me all this time. He started a few months ago...it went from once a month to everyday," I said.
"Why didn't you tell me? Did he threaten you?" she asked.
"Yes. He threatened that he will kill if I told anyone,"
She looks at me with her eyes full of sorrow and fear. She hates seeing me hurt just as much as I hate seeing her stressed from work.
"Alaina...I won't let that happen. I'm going to make him leave and he's never going to set foot in this house again," she said.
"But he could break in, come in here, and kill me in my sleep," I exclaimed.
"No he won't. I promise, Baby. Everything is going to be okay," she said and gives me a hug.
I look at my door and I find my uncle standing there in my doorway, looking at me with an evil look on his face. I whimper and my mom turns her head and finds him there too. She kisses the top of my head before releasing me from the hug and walking out of my room.
"Jamie, I want you out of this house!" I hear my mom say.
"Fine! I'll leave tomorrow then!" he yelled and I hear him walk down the hall and slam his door.
He's finally going to leave but I know he's going to kill me either tonight, tomorrow, who knows? I try to keep myself busy by playing a game on my phone since I'm not really tired at the moment but I can't seem to stop thinking about what might happen to me if my uncle leaves. Suddenly, I hear my mom sigh with frustration in her bedroom and I begin to wonder what was wrong. A few seconds later, I hear my mom walking down the hall way and pushes open my door.
"Honey, someone from the hospital paged me to help them with a major surgery. I don't want to leave you here alone but I have to go. Just call me if you need anything, I should be home before you leave for school tomorrow," she said.
"Okay, bye," I said, obviously not paying attention.
I hear her shut my door and then continue playing on my phone. Wait....did she just say she was leaving? Leaving me here after I told her that my uncle has been abusing me for months! I could die tonight and she will come home finding me dead! I hear her car drive out of the driveway and I look over at my door, noticing that it's unlocked. I hear footsteps coming from down the hall, making my heart pound. He's going to come in here and kill me. I quickly get out of bed and lock my door just in time. Please go away, please go away. I'm too young to die! I hear my doorknob jiggle while my uncle pounds on it with his fist. What do I do? What do I do????
"Alaina, open this door now!" he shouted.
I have to get out of here but how? Suddenly, I hear him start trying to beat down my door, making me start to panic. I quickly put on my sweatshirt and go into my closet looking for shoes to wear. I find my old sneakers that thankfully still fit me and then put my phone in my pocket. The first hinge on my door is starting to become loose now and I'm still trying to find a way out. I'm trapped. I guess the only way out is to go out the window.
"I'm coming in there, Alaina! You're going to die tonight!" he said.
I struggle to get my window open because I'm shaking so much and I'm literally panicking. If I don't get out of here, I'm going to die. I finally get my window open and just as I climb out the window, I hear the first hinge on my door fall to the floor. Shit! I look down and I sigh with relief when I notice that it wasn't a far drop to the ground. And the snow will break my fall so I'll be okay. Just as slide off onto the roof, I hear my door crash to the ground and I begin to make a run for it but it was so hard to because the snow is pretty deep.
"Alaina, get back here!" I hear my uncle shout.
Hot tears start to flow down my cheeks as I struggle to escape my yard. Fucking snow. When it felt like forever, I finally make it out and onto the street and then I make a run for it. Thankfully the roads aren't full of ice because then I would have slipped and then my uncle would have found me. I hear the front door of my house slam shut so I try to run faster. I manage to make it down my street and once I got very far away from my house, I look back to see that my uncle hasn't caught up to me. Thank god.
I stop to take a short break but then, I hear the sound of tires screeching and bright headlights coming my way. Oh shit! I scream and begin running again. My feet and my chest hurt like crazy but I have to keep running because I don't want to get caught. I'm sweating like crazy, my nose is running, and I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. I'm almost there, I'm almost at the house where I feel safe from everything.
"You can run but you can't hide from me!" I hear my uncle shout as he continues to chase me down the street.
This is the longest I've ever ran in my life. I'm not that athletic, but I seem to be doing good due to the fact that I'm running for my life. If I could run like this all the time then I would join the school's track and field team. When it felt like forever, I finally see the house ahead. The house that makes me feel safe from everything. My uncle is still chasing me and he's not that close behind. I finally make it up the driveway and up to the front door. I repeatedly ring and knock on the door until I see Harry run down the stairs and unlock the door.
"Alaina, what's wrong? What are you doing here?" he asked as he opens the door.
I try to say something but I can't because I'm so out of breath and I'm scared to death.
"Shit!" Harry said as he notices my uncle's car sliding to a stop on the street.
He immediately pulls me inside and locks it quickly before my uncle had the chance to come up here and kill me. I start to cry and Harry pulls me into his arms, hugging me tight.
"It's okay, Alaina. It's okay. I'm right here. You're okay," he whispered and softly kisses my head and rubs my back to calm me down.
I'm still shaking, my heart is still pounding, and I'm still very scared, even though I'm here with Harry where I actually feel safe from the world.