Change Me ***EDITING***

"Brooklyn, wake up." I hear Harry say.
I groan.
"Brook. Wake up." Harry says again, shaking my shoulder.
I reluctantly open my eyes, and to my surprise, it is still dark out.
Harry is leaning over me, a panicked look in his eyes.
"Whats wrong?" I ask him, and sit myself up.
"We need to get your stuff packed, and we need to get out of here." he says, and if it wasn't for the grave expression on his face, and the way his hands are trembling, I would have guessed he is playing a joke on me right now.
Harry walks over to his closet and pulls out a duffel bag.
"What...What are you talking about?" My head is still hazy from sleep, and I'm watching Harry hastily shove clothes into his black duffel bag.
"There is no time to explain right now, but I promise you I will explain on the way." he says, his back still turned to me. He zips up his bag, and sets it next to the door.
"On the way? On the way, where?" I ask, surely Harry has lost his mind. I am not going anywhere with him.
He walks over to me, and leans down so we are at eye level with each other.
"I know this sounds crazy, but please...You need to trust me. Okay?" his eyes are pleading with me to listen to him, to trust him...I don't know what to think right now.
"Okay." I say, before I can stop myself.
What if he's crazy? My subconscious reminds me. But I ignore her.
Harry lets out a relieved sigh and tells me to hurry and get clothes, and anything else I might need, packed while he goes outside and starts the car.
Harry's parents must be rich if he has a car...
Or maybe he has a job, and bought the car himself?
I shake the useless thoughts out of my head, and run to my room to pack my things.
I shove as many clothes as I can into my suitcase. I also pack a hairbrush, deodorant, my makeup, my curling iron, my toothbrush, and my sketchbook.
Drawing is the only thing that keeps me sane, and I don't know how long we're going to be gone for.
I packed all of that, in under five minutes.
Just as I am zipping up my suitcase, Harry walks in.
"Are you ready?" he asks, his cheeks are red from the cold night air and it makes him look...younger almost.
I nod, and he walks over to where my suitcase is lying on the floor and picks it up.
"Lets get going then."
He walks out of my bedroom, and I follow behind him. We pass by the living room on the way to the front door, and I suddenly remember.
Molly.
"Harry..Is Molly safe?" I whisper ask.
"Yes, they won't come after her." Harry whispers back.
"Who's they?" I am growing more scared by the second, and I still have no idea what is going on.
Harry walks out the door, and down the driveway, and I take one last look at Molly, who is still fast asleep on the floor, before shutting the front door behind me and following Harry to his car.
Tears threaten to spill out of my eyes, but I force them back and climb into the passenger side of Harry's car.
"Are you okay?" he asks as we peel out of the driveway.
Instead of answering him, I say "I want to know what the hell is going on. Now."
Harry sighs. "Okay."
He takes deep breath before explaining. "My father is the leader of one of the biggest gangs in England."
"What?" I shout, completely shocked.
"Yeah...Basically, a couple days ago there was a warrant out for my fathers arrest...My father is a bad man, Brooklyn. He has done...Unspeakable things..." Harry stops and takes a deep breath before continuing. "I wanted him locked up, I wanted him to rot in prison for everything that he's done. So I set him up. I knew where he was going to be, and I tipped off the cops. When the cops took him into custody, they knew I had no where to go. I was fine with living on my own. But I'm not old enough yet, so the judge issued for me to stay at The Meadows. I got what I wanted. He's locked up. I thought that was going to solve all my problems...I thought I would finally be free..." Harry manages to tell me all of this without taking his eyes off of the road once. I still have no idea where we are headed, but I am far too shocked by what Harry is telling me to ask him. "But just tonight, I got a text from one of the members of my fathers gang" he continues. "They know it was me who tipped of the cops. And now they want me to pay. Not only that, but in that text, there was a picture of you and I taken when we were hugging outside, just after I beat Aaron up. That's why we had to leave. You don't understand just how dangerous they are. They'll hurt anyone they think i'm close to at all." Harry finally finishes.

Woah.
My brain hurts.
This is all too much.
This can't really be happening.
Right?
This is insane....
I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out.
I never thought I would be in this situation.

"I'm so sorry for getting you into this situation." Harry says, it's as if he read my mind.
I still can't speak.
I can't move.
I can't think.

We sit in pure silence for a very long time, the only sounds are coming from the car.

"Where are we going? Will they find us?" I finally bring myself to ask the two questions that have been on my mind, though they barely come out as a whisper.
Harry hears me though.
"We are going to my friends house. Someone who can help. They won't find us Brooklyn. We've just got to stay one step ahead of them. But I will protect you, and I won't let anything happen to you." he says slowly, taking his eyes off of the road for a moment to look at me.
I don't respond, I know if I try to, tears will come out instead of words.
So instead, I grab his hand in my own.
Not for his comfort, but for mine.

Notes

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