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9. Chapter 9


"Why did you never tell me?" I tightened my grip on her. knowing she was safe with me. I loved her, and I didn't want anything to happen to her ever again.

"I was afraid." She mumbled into my shoulder.

"He will never touch you again. I promise." As she pulled away, I kissed her forehead.

There was a banging noise, a crash, then all was quiet.

"What was that" I jumped up and stood at the door.

"Harry, no. Don't go. Please just stay here with me? Please."

"Okay, okay. Just be quiet though." I waved my hand at her to be silent.

"Who do you think it is?" She was whispering a little than before.

"There's only one person who wants to hurt the both of us." I turned to look at her, the tears that had just stopped were starting to form back in her eyes again.

Other doors start swinging open. I could hear them hi the walls. Then he'd slam them shut. Things were falling, and all kinds of glass was breaking.

"We just have to be quiet and hide, okay?" I locked the door, and walked over to the bed. I wiped away some tears as she shook her head. "It's going to be just fine. We'll be fine." I took her hand as we slowly walked to the bathroom. As that door shut the bedroom door came in.

"When I tell you to run, I want you to run. Don't worry about me. I can take him, but you have to get out of here. Go get help. You got me?" She started shaking her head, and her face was wet from sweat and tears.

My eyes were starting to get a little watery. I didn't have a chance against Mikey, but I wouldn't dare let him lay another finger on her.

"You run straight around through the other door. You get help as fast as you can, you don't look back, and you sure as hell stay as far away from Mikey as possible." I kissed her forehead again, and held her tight. The door handle started jiggling. "See you later... I love you." I felt a tear fall down my cheek.

I could see the fear in her eyes as Mikey kicked down the door. We let go, she got to her feet as I slowed him down, and I know she made it through that door.


I did make it out the door, but my thoughts stopped me before I could make it out the bedroom door. I couldn't leave Harry.

As they made it back around to the door, I could see Harry was totally bloody already.

"What are you still doing here?" He yelled when he noticed me. I shook my head, and he knew that I wasn't going anywhere.

"This is perfect." Mikey stopped and looked at Harry, then at me. "What are you so afraid of boy? You never know what's going to happen, so you should always tell people how you feel." He smirked down at Harry. "And you..." He started walking towards me, but as I backed with each step he took, he stopped. "You are making a huge mistake." He shook his head in despair at me.

"I hate you." I got the words out before my tears messed it all up.

"And you think I care?"

"Leave us alone." I pleaded, but that only made him want this more.

"Now why would I do that silly girl?" He pouted his lip and started to walk toward me again. This time I was too frozen to move, I didn't know what to do.

"You may want to get out of here..." He cupped my cheeks, burg then he just walked away. "Unless you want to see your boyfriend die."

"You won't touch him." He stopped, crossing his arms. You didn't come all this way for him; you came for me. So, Mikey, I'm begging you. Don't hurt him anymore than you already have."

He looked at Harry on his knees, at me, then at Harry again, finally up at me one more time and smirked. My heart was pounding so hard, I wondered if they could hear it.

He jerked Harry up by the collar of his shirt. "Beg." He was so cold, and when I didn't obey... He punched Harry in the gut.

I fell to my knees immediately. "Okay, okay. You win. Just stop this. Please don't hurt him anymore? Please Mikey stop?" I cried into the floor. What made me think he was going to listen to me.

"Look at me." He voice was sour. I couldn't look up. What if I did and Harry was limp, just a lifeless body?

I could see, from under me, that the door was still open. If I ran now, I could get someone. Mikey would leave Harry, chase me, and I could find a way to get help on the run, somehow.

The first chance u got, I made my way down the stairs. When I got the bottom I heard something else coming down, but it didn't sound like footsteps. I crouched behind the sofa to hide, just in case. It was a someone.

I ran over to him, although Mikey probably shoved him down here as bait, I couldn't just leave him lying there. As he tried to stand, he fell over. Just perfect, an unconscious Harry.

"I'll give you a head start... Hmm,five seconds sound good? One." I could hear his foot drop on the step.

"I'm sorry Harry. I'll be back as soon as I can with help." I took his hand, and hoped he could hear me.

"Two." He was closer, my heart was about to burst.

"I promise. And he'll -"

"Three." I looked to make sure he wasn't there.

"He'll go far away Harry, and we'll be okay... You'll be okay." I kissed his hand before letting it go. I was at the door as Mikey said four.

'Go... Harry will be fine.' My first was around the handle, but I couldn't open it. 'Just go.'


I turned to see where he was. Then I turned back, and swung the door open. Someone was just about to knock, a cop.

"Please help me?" The fear took over, all went black.


I sat straight up, looking around the room. "Where's Harry?"

"The ambulance isn't even hear yet dear. You were only out for a moment, thank goodness. You really had me worried there." The cop sat down next to me.

"Well, where's Mikey?" I was starting to get nervous again.

"He's in the squad car, with my partner. You can't leave that one alone..." He looked at the ground, kinda upset.

"No you can't..." I sighed.

"I'm sorry about everything that's happened, I really am." I looked around at this mess. I didn't want to see the rest.

"It's not your fault." I tried to fake a smile for him.

"I feel like it is. I was half responsible for that boy, and I just abandoned him... When he needed me the most too. He was getting to that age where he needed his father, and I told myself that work was more important. Now he's gone and turned into a lunatic, almost murderer."

I didn't know how to respond. How do you tell someone it's okay? It's okay that your son destroyed my grandparents home, nearly killed my best friend, and probably would've killed me if you hadn't been at the door. It's okay though, really... But it's not.

"I can hear the ambulance." He said, but didn't look up.

"He still loves you Dean, so maybe you can still help him." He smiled to himself.

The door was swung open, but by the time I looked up Harry was already on the stretcher, still unconscious.

"Go with him." He looked over from the catastrophe, to me.

"I am. I'm never leaving his side again... I can't lose him, he means too much to me." My eyes started stinging from the tears forming.

"You won't."


They asked me hundreds, probably more like millions, of questions on the way to the hospital. About halfway there Harry woke up. I was more relieved than an any who made it back home, safely and with food.

The place seemed busy, so I had a feeling we'd be there a long time. Harry kept falling asleep. Every once in a while he'd wake up and we'd talk. Soon it got dark, and it really was no surprise, we hadn't seen any doctor yet. Harry kept saying "Go home." "Get some sleep." "I'll be fine."

I squirmed in my chair a bit, smiled at the magazine his nurse brought in. "I'm not leaving without you."

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