On Top [H.S.]

Chapter 60

Ophelia's POV

It's been two days since Harry saved me, and today I'm being discharged from the hospital.

The first night, I just slept. I think it was all the medications that I was put on, but I just felt so exhausted and my body wanted rest so that's what I did. I was in and out of sleep constantly but every time I woke up, Harry would be by my side.

I found out that my mom and Ava had come down that first night with the help of Connor. I didn't get a chance to see them until the next day though when I was doing a little bit better, and not as exhausted.

Harry explained to me everything about Connor's undercover work and Elijah's death and just basically everything that I missed while being kidnapped and it's just been a fucking lot. He stayed by my side while I gave them my statement through many tears and breaks in between but I did it, and that's all that mattered.

I was proud of myself.

Harry also signed his immunity deal which was a big weight off of our shoulders. Denver's death was completely in self-defence but I know it still weighed heavy on his conscience. He always said he'd kill Denver, but I don't think he ever actually thought that he physically would, accidental or not.

I haven't really given myself time to think about that either. Denver is.....dead. That thought alone has shivers going up my spine every time I think about it and it's never in a good way. It's scary but relieving to think that he'll never be around me again.

Or hurt me.

My mom immediately started crying as soon as walked into the room and saw me, rushing to hold me and hug me tight to her. She didn't ask me any questions though, probably realizing how fucked up I was from everything. I'm assuming Connor gave her the low down about it all.

Ava was the same way, giving me a quick hug but I could tell she felt a little hesitant, not wanting to overstep her boundaries. She muttered a quick "glad you're okay" into my ear before she stepped over to Harry, wrapping her arms around him tightly as he comforted her the way only he could.

Nobody brought up anything and I was grateful for it, not wanting to talk about any of it just yet. It was already hard enough as it was to have given my statements about it all. I hated reliving through everything. It felt as if every word I spoke I could see it all playing out in front of me and I hated every second of it.

Like a movie on repeat.

I struggled a lot re-telling it, and Harry could tell too. He kept getting frustrated with Connor but it wasn't anyone's fault. I had to force Harry to sit next to me on my bed, holding his hand while I played with his rings as they questioned me, needing him to relax.

I kept seeing Denver — holding my hair, yelling at me, slicing me, the gun, Harry and him fighting.....all of it. It was so vividly clear right in front of my eyes, and it was so painful to have to keep seeing it again even after I knew that it was all over now.

Even though it was one of the hardest things I've ever done, I still did it. I was proud of myself for it, and Harry made it known too. He told me that every second of the day, mumbling it against my mouth or whispering it in my ear, making it known just how proud he was of me.

I also found out we have a dog now too, Prince. Apparently he was Matt's dog and he left him for Harry in his will, which I found to be so fucking sweet. I've always loved dogs, I just hope Elvis gets along with him. Harry was nervous to bring it up, thinking that I wouldn't want Prince or to have to care for him but that's absurd. He's a piece of Matt and Harry needs that.