Leader Of The Mafia {h.s}

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This is what I image Bree looking like, isn't she drop dead gorgeous?! But vision her to your liking.

Bree Tyler

Dear Journal,

July 15, 2010

I've been writing in this journal for quite a bit now; everyday since I've found it. I'm currently laying next to Harry in his warm bed, it's much better than the floor. I should be scared, you know..laying next to someone who kidnapped me just to hold me for ransom; but I feel the opposite. He saved me at the club, and I just want to thank him even more, even though it's the bare minimum. Can't believe how horny we both were; maybe even still are, it's fucking hilarious. I can hear his heavy breaths that break the silence of the room. The balcony sliding door was still opened, the cold air breezing in, but I didn't want to close it; the wind and musk was peaceful. If their is anything I have learned from tonight it's that Harry isn't a bad person, perhaps; misunderstood. I've always thought he was evil, that was before he opened up and saved my innocence. I was almost raped tonight, but Harry busted in and saved my ass thank god. I couldn't thank him enough. It's hard to write when there is someone next to you, writing is something I usually do alone, but next to someone is quite a different experience. Harry says he's a bad person, but I think underneath all the tattoos, piercings, addictions, and having sex with different woman every night, he's reasonable, theirs good in his heart. I tried cocaine tonight, the feeling was euphoric as it traveled through my senses, my mother would kill me, but it's a good thing she's not here, isn't it? If there's anything that's bothering me the most about being abducted, it's that I'm okay with it, I've learned to except it. It isn't as bad as the movies make it out to be, or maybe I just got lucky. Yes, death threats that Harry constantly gives me is freakish, but he never actually does them, I have no fear whatsoever, maybe a little bit actually. The way he plays with that switch blade is kind of bone chilling, and the way he describes how he would torture you; that's freakish. Harry, I don't know why you want me to stay and sleep next to you, I really don't. You don't want me to comfort you; but you want me next to you. You don't talk much about problems; you're non vocal on that topic most of the time. But maybe that's the good thing, silence is better than talking. Some would say uncomfortable silence is so over rated, but I beg to differ. The cocaine bag is still setting on the railing, I probably should go move it, but my legs are tight and stiff, I want to sleep, but I can't. When Harry asked me to sleep in his bed, I was in shock, I thought he wanted me to take the floor, or the balcony ledge, but no, the same bed with him-

I heard a tired groan, it came from Harry. I looked over at him and he looked at me with tired high drunken eyes.

"Oh, you're here?" He muttered.

That kinda hurt.

"You begged me to stay." I smirked, over exaggerating a little bit.

"I did?"