One simple nickname was all it took for the two broken souls to start something they didn't know they could finish:
"Oh Sweetheart, you can't say no to me"
I smiled lightly as I knew I didn't hallucinate him.
My father is definitely alive.
That smile soon went away when I remembered what he told me earlier as he was setting me up at the hook.
I'm sorry to say that Harry can't live after today.
THE HELL HE WONT.
Without anyone paying attention to us, I moved closer to Harry and wrapped my arms around him as soon as I slipped out of the bindings that Mike did.
If he was in the Boy Scouts, I hope he didn't get a badge for tying knots because that was just pathetic.
Wow, I'm so glad I can still have a sense of fûcking humor at a time like this.
Harry threw his own arms around me as soon as I did, tightening them as he pulled me closer and onto his lap.
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We held onto each other like a snake wrapping itself around its prey, afraid that somehow it would escape their grasp and leave them starving for who knows how long.
I was starving for Harry just as he was for me.
I literally don't think I could live without him.
All those times being away from him felt like a slow, painful death just inching its way inside of my soul.
Harry was exactly what I needed to heal me from all the trauma and hurt that I have endured throughout my entire life.
Since the 'death' of my father.
Since my toxic and abusive relationship with Austin, who I hope is rotting in hell as we speak.
Since the night I was almost murdered.
Since the morning Travis forced himself on me.
Since the first time Thomas tried to hurt me outside of my place of work.
Since the fight with my mother outside of the police station.
Since the moment Travis burned my couch and abused Bruno.
Since the moment Harry abandoned me that one time to speak with Nina.
Since the discrimination against me at my own workplace.
Since the first time Thomas kidnapped me, as well as the second and third.
Since watching Sanders and Spencer die right in front of me.
Since almost facing my own death and leaving this earth.
All of that pain and suffering was immediately washed away when I was with Harry.
He's saved me in more ways than one.
Being careful with his bruised nose, thanks to Austin's abusive nature, I pressed the side of my face to his, sighing in relief as I pulled him closer to me.
