Change Me ***EDITING***

Brooklyns pov


It was now eleven at night.
Harry, Niall, and I had spent the entire day figuring out what we were going to do to stay safe from Robert and his gang. We decided we should get an alarm system, and security cameras for the house, and Niall is going to get a gun. (Since Niall is the only one of us who is eighteen and old enough to buy a gun)
Harry also suggested that he should teach me self defense.
We have no idea what Robert and his gang are going to do, so we need to be ready when they come. Which is in one week, according to the text message.
Harry's mom is going out of town tomorrow, on a business trip. Which is kind of a good thing because she will be far away from New York, and safe from Robert.

"I can't believe school starts in two days. It's going to be hard to focus in class, when I know Robert is in town waiting for the perfect moment to....strike." I said.

"I know, I dont understand why he can't just leave us alone." Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around me tighter.

"Well, I'm going to bed." Niall stood up. "We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow"

"Night" I called after him as he walked out of Harry's room.

"Alright, I'm gonna go to bed too. I'm exhausted!" I yawned, getting up from Harry's lap.

"Can I at least get a kiss goodnight?" Harry pouted, pointing to his lips.

"Fine. Only because you look really sexy when you pout." I joked, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He laughed.

I gave him one, soft kiss on his perfect lips.

"Goodnight, love" Harry said as I pulled away.

"Goodnight" I replied before walking out.

I walked down the hall, and into my own room. I quickly changed into pajamas, and laid in bed. It didn't take long before I fell asleep.

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I awoke to the sound of screaming.
Harry's screaming?
I shot out of bed, and ran into his room, using the closet passage. And there he was. Lying in bed, screaming and sweating.

"Harry?" I shook his shoulder and sat on the edge of his bed, trying to wake him.

"No!" He yelled.

"Harry wake up" I shook him again.

He didn't budge.

'He must be a really heavy sleeper' I thought to myself.

Harry was still screaming, so I moved his damp hair from his face. I quickly ran to the bathroom, and got a cold wash cloth. I placed it on his forehead.

"shhh" I cooed.

Soon, his screams subsided to soft whimpers. He sounded like an injured puppy. It broke my heart to hear that.

Once his breathing returned to normal, I gently removed the washcloth from his forehead and set it on his nightstand. I pulled the blankets over him before walking towards the door.

"No. Please stay." Harry croaked, his voice hoarse from all the screaming.

I was surprised. I thought he was still asleep.
I walked back over to his bed, where he was holding the covers open for me to climb in. I got in bed, and he covered us both up, pulling me close to his body. I fell asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.



When I awoke the next morning, I was laying on Harry's chest. He was playing with my hair.

"You were screaming in your sleep last night. Did you have a nightmare?" I asked right away.

"I had a night terror..Their worse than nightmares. I used to get them all the time, after my mom left. I haven't gotten one in years... I don't know why their starting up now..." Harry replied.

"What are your night terrors about?" I asked.

"My father" Was all he said.

I decided not to push it, since he probably didn't want to talk about it.

"I'm sorry for waking you up with my screams" Harry said suddenly.

"Don't be sorry, you can't help it" I leaned up and kissed his cheek.

We laid there for a few more minutes before we decided it was time to get up.
Today is the day Harry is teaching me self defense.

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(Author note ; you should listen to the song 'Prelude' By AFI while reading this part..It makes it more dramatic..)
Once Harry and I had gotten to the gym, we went straight to the boxing ring.

"In a physical confrontation that calls for self defense, you have two options. To hurt, or be hurt." Harry said as we stepping into the ring.

"Well then you better watch out for my right hook." I joked.

"Okay. Lets see it." Harry answered, completely serious.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I'm serious, hit me" Harry replied.

"No."

"C'mon Brooklyn. Today is all about learning not to be scared to fight back. Hit me!"

"No! I'm not going to hit you!" I raised my voice.

Harry was silent for a moment. Then he stepped forward and pushed me.

"Harry, stop" I warned.

I knew he was just trying to make me mad so I would fight back. And it was kind of working. I hated being pushed around by people.

He pushed me again.

"Stop!" I yelled, swinging my fist at his arm, but missing.

"Is that all you got? Punch me like you mean it, Brooklyn!" Harry yelled.

I swung my fist back, and it collided with his arm. But not very hard.

"You hit like a girl" He taunted.

"Well newsflash, I am a girl!" I shouted, getting really angry at this point.

"A weak, defenseless girl" He taunted again. He noticed that I was getting angry, and that's exactly what he wanted.

I swung my fist at his arm again, this time I hit him harder.

"Okay, Brooklyn. So there's actually a strong person inside of you somewhere. Hit me again!" Harry yelled.

I made fists with my hands, and started swinging at him.


"Think of all the times your father hit you. All the times he pushed you down!" Harry continued.

"No!" I shouted, not wanting to remember. I continued to swing my fists at him continuously. He was blocking my hits.

"Picture him Brooklyn! Pretend I'm him! Fight back!"

"Shut up!" I shouted, the tears threatening to fall down my face.

"Picture everything that hurt you, and fight it back!"

I pictured my mom dying. The countless times my father hit me. The times he threw me down the stairs. The times he pushed me. The times I was so defenseless and couldn't fight back.

I continued to swing my fists at Harry, finally I managed to hit him a few times.

"There you go Brooklyn. Get angry!"

The tears were now freely falling down my face, and my arms were getting tired but I continued.

"Finally you're fighting back! Keep going!" Harry said.

But I was crying too hard to throw anymore punches.

I stopped, and immediately Harry wrapped his arms around me. I sobbed in his shirt.

"I'm so proud of you. You got angry, and you fought back. I finally got you to let all of your anger out. That's the first step to becoming stronger. Now that all of your anger is out, tomorrow we can work on some technique okay? I'm sorry I made you cry, baby." Harry said, kissing the top of my head.

I wiped my tears and lifted my head up.

"Don't be sorry. Those were angry tears, angry at my father for hurting me my whole life. I've kept that anger bottled up all these years, and I needed to release it. So thank you for helping me." I replied.

"Of course. We should probably head home now." Harry said.

Just then my phone beeped from inside of my bag.
Harry and I looked at each other, before stepping out of the ring.
I quickly picked up my bag, and pulled my phone out of it.

**ONE NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM : UNKNOWN NUMBER**
'Six more days. Have a nice night.'

Notes

I usually don't edit my chapters...lol!

I hope you liked this chapter, and it made sense..It's kinda a filler.
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