Harry's P.O.V.

I wasn’t going to be able to get any work done today. My mind was on figuring out how to convince Abby that she was moving into my house. Today. I couldn’t deal with her staying with Aiden any longer. That and the memory of my dick buried so deep down her throat that she was fucking gagging. Damn. I’d never had a blowjob like that one. It had been completely different from any other one I’d experienced.

Abby hadn’t been worried about getting it over with or what was coming next. She had sucked me with complete abandon. I’d tried to stop her when she’d gagged the first time but then she’d done it again and I snapped. When I’d come in her mouth, I had been afraid I’d pushed her too far but then she’d tried to fucking suck me some more.

God. I was hard as a rock again. That one memory was going to keep me hard for the rest of my life. I had to find her. She worked the lunch shift and I had stayed hidden in here. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to control myself if I felt like she was being mistreated or if someone looked at her ass.

I headed for my truck when I saw Abby standing by her car talking to El who looked like she’d just gotten off work too. I loved Louis like a brother but El I didn’t trust. She was a little too wild and I didn’t know if I liked the idea of her hanging around with Abby. I wouldn’t put it past her to try and fix Abby up with some guy. El needed to know where things stood and that Abby was mine.

I walked over to them and pulled Abby into my arms causing her to squeal in surprise. She tilted her head back and smiled up at me.

"Hey you. I didn’t see you at lunch."

The playful look in her eyes had my already hard cock throbbing.

"I had to get some work done. I’m finished now."

"Oh," she said, not moving from my arms. I stepped closer to her and let her feel the proof of my arousal against her back.

"So, she is the reason you didn’t go through with the Blackburn thing," El said. It wasn’t a question. She was just affirming something she’d already suspected.

"Yeah, she is."

El grinned and nodded her head.

"Good. You admit it." She looked back at Abby. "Well, I don’t think anyone would mind if you brought the boss. Since he will be sidetracked with you and all it should be fine. You’re invited and so is he."

Abby nodded her head and El wiggled her fingers at us in a wave before walking off.

"What was she talking about?" I asked.

Abby turned around in my arms and took a step closer so my erection was brushing her stomach. Damn she was a tease.

"The club staff is having a bonfire Saturday night. It’s something they do at the end of Summer Break season. You wanna go?"

I knew about the staff’s bonfires. I’d had to go bail several former employees out of jail in the past from indecent exposure on the beach during one of these bonfires. I wasn’t about to let her go without me.

"If you want to go, I’ll go with you."

She frowned. "Do you think it’s okay for them to know we’re dating? Since you’re the boss?"

I could see directly down her shirt and her generous cleavage was distracting. "It will be fine. They need to know you’re mine."

She moved against me and mischief gleamed in her eyes.

"Abby, baby, unless you want to get fucked in the nearest closet you’ll stop it."

Abby tilted her head to the side. "I like closets."

Hell. I grabbed her hand and dragged her giggling to the back of the cart shed, pulled out my keys to unlock the supply closet. It was nice and cold in there because it was where we kept the beers for the cart girls.

I’d discuss moving her out of Aiden’s later. Then we’d discuss both going to get tested and getting her on some form of birth control. I wanted to feel Abby without any damn barriers.



***

The only things Abby had to be moved fit into two suitcases. Aiden had told me he was leaving in a week or so and that Abby would be alone again soon but that didn’t ease my mind. I’d just be sleeping there. I wasn’t about to let her sleep alone again. Ever.

She finally agreed to moving in with me but kept telling me I was going to regret it.

We’d both been tested yesterday and were clean. However, the recommendation for the pill they had given Abby said that it was best to wait seven days until we had unprotected sex.

Just the idea that I could slide up inside her without worry was making it hard to concentrate.

I sat outside on the porch waiting on Abby to get back from work. I wasn’t scheduling her on night shifts anymore. I hated her not being with me. I also didn’t do well sitting in the dining room watching her. Everyone pissed me off.

It was best if I just stayed away for her and me. The last thing I needed was for my dad to find out about Abby and blame her for the fact I wouldn’t marry Amanda.

My phone rang interrupting my thoughts and I pulled it out of my pocket to see Danny’s name on the screen. Shit. He was working tonight too. He wouldn’t call unless something had gone wrong. I stood up ready to go back to the club. "Hello."

"Uh, Harry. Hey, it’s Danny. I got a problem on my hands. It’s Abby"

I was running for the door at the sound of her name. "What’s wrong?" I demanded as I jerked my truck door open and climbed inside.

"I don’t know, man. She just freaked or something. I can’t explain it. She was working and everything was okay. Then some teenage boys came in. Drew Morgan and that crew. They had a tennis tournament today. I think one of them cornered her on his way to the bathroom. I’m not sure but she isn’t responding and she’s in the corner back here outside the ladies’ restroom. I’m guarding her but I can’t get her to respond to me. She makes whimpering sounds sometimes but other than that she won’t say anything."

My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest.

“Stay there with her. Don’t let anyone near her. I’ll be there in less than five minutes. Just STAY with her Danny. Tell her I’m coming okay? Tell her I’m on my way.” I slung the phone across the seat and sped to the club.
She was scared. I was going to beat the hell out of the kid who upset her. I should have never left her there. Pulling into the parking lot my tires squealed and I left the truck running as I slammed it in park and took off running for the back entrance.

I saw Danny’s back as he blocked her from anyone’s view. I shoved past him and bent down in front of her and scooped her up in my arms.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you. You come back to me okay,” I soothed her as I walked back out to the privacy of my truck with her. When I turned to push the door open with my back I saw Danny standing there watching us. “

You tell no one about this,” I warned.

He only nodded before I turned and took her to the truck. I sat in the passenger seat and kept her tucked up against my chest.

“Come back to me, baby. No one’s going to hurt you. I have you,” I reassured her, holding her close to my chest.

“I shouldn’t have left you and I’m sorry. But I’m here now. You’re okay.” Her wide vacant eyes blinked slowly and then the recognition in them as she focused on me was one of relief. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she held on tightly.

“I’m sorry. I did it again. I’m so sorry. I’ll leave. I promise.” Her garbled words made no sense until she said she would leave. I tightened my hold on her.

“You won’t go anywhere or I’ll chase your ass down. I’m the one who is sorry. I wasn’t here when you needed me. I should have been here. Tell me what happened. I won’t leave you again. I swear it.” She sniffled and pressed her face against my neck.

“This will happen again. It will always happen. I can’t make it stop. I’ve tried but I can’t. I shouldn’t be working here. It’s too nice of a place for a crazy person.”

“Don’t,” I snapped, pulling her back to look at my face. I wanted her to see me when I said this. She needed to believe me.

“You’re not crazy. You’re beautiful and fun. You’re selfless and big-hearted. You’re a hard worker and you don’t expect anything from anyone but You. Are. Not. Crazy.” I grabbed her face in my hands. “I don’t want to ever, and I mean EVER, hear you call yourself that again. Do you understand me? You call yourself any of those things I said but never crazy.” I pulled her back into my arms and held her.

I didn’t trust myself to say anything else at the moment. My emotions were running too close to the surface.

“There was this boy. He was a couple years younger than me,” she paused and took a deep breath.

“He said he wanted to lock me up in a room and do things to me. It,” she stopped and I heard her swallow hard. “It wasn’t that I was scared really. It was when he threatened to lock me up in a room. My cr… my fears took over. The panic set in.” She was scared of being locked up. Why? Had someone done that to her? I brushed the hair away from her face and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Let’s go home. Then, will you tell me more? Help me understand so I can help you? Please?” She didn’t answer right away but finally she nodded.

“If you want me to,” she replied. Harry would have carried me inside if I would have let him.


Abby's P.O.V.

He was hovering over me so carefully that if I didn’t love him I’d be annoyed. He was worried about me and he deserved to understand some of this. Maybe not all of it but he needed to know something.

“I had an older brother once. I’ve only seen pictures of him and my father. I don’t remember them. I was too young when it all happened.” I wasn’t sure telling him this wasn’t going to send me into another tailspin but I had to try.

He sat down beside me and put his arm around my back and pulled me against his chest. It was like he knew I needed him for this. His hand threaded with mine and he squeezed it. I was going to be okay. He was here with me.

“One day they went to run errands. I was a newborn and my mother was nursing me. We didn’t go with them. They never returned. They were shot along with several other people in a local grocery store. A guy had gotten angry or something and shot ten people before he was shot and killed himself. My dad and brother had been standing in the checkout line when he walked in. They were the first two killed.” That was a story I had heard many times from my mother as she explained the dangers if we went outside.
I knew it well.

I burrowed back into Harry’ arms and kept my mind from losing focus and getting lost in my memories.

“I’ve got you. I’m right here,” he assured me. His other hand found mine and he held it too.

“My mother’s mother had been mentally ill. I never met her. She was in a special home. We had no other family. My father had grown up in foster homes. Neither of them had siblings. My grandmother lost touch with reality shortly after my mother’s birth. Her father hadn’t stuck around to raise her for long. Mom was raised by her father’s mother who died when she was sixteen. She and my father met in a foster home when they were seventeen. From the pictures we had I could see a healthy woman and good mother. My brother seemed to love her. She seemed happy. But I never knew that woman. We moved after my dad and brother were killed. She moved us from a small town in Georgia to an even smaller one here in Bradford. My earliest memories were in that house in Macon.
My mother’s wild eyes and screaming fits were all I knew of life. She could be so sweet at times but other times she was frightening. She talked to my brother a lot. I didn’t understand for years who she was talking to. It was just the two of us. But she saw him, I think.” I closed my eyes against the memory of my mother speaking to my dead brother as if he were there.

The plate of food she would fix him with his favorite snacks left uneaten and moldy on the table. Once it had gotten so rotten I’d been unable to go into the kitchen without getting nauseated. She would finally throw it away and fix him some more.

“Did no one see she was unwell?” Harry asked as his thumb traced circles on my hand.

“No. No one saw us at all. No one knew I existed. We didn’t leave the house. Ever. My mother believed there was danger outside. She was keeping us safe.” Harry sucked in a breath and I waited for the questions. The ones I’d answered a million times since her suicide.

“Where did you get food?”

“There was a local grocery store that delivered it. She called and ordered it.”

“Where did you get money?”

“My father had a very good life insurance policy. My mother sold the house in Nebraska and used her profit to buy one much smaller in a cheaper location so she could pay for it in cash.”

“School?”

“I was home schooled.”

“You never left your house? Ever?” This was what was so hard for people to accept. It was a foreign idea to them and it had been my reality.

“My mother suffered from a severe case of agoraphobia. Because of mental illness ran in her family it made her case so much worse. The death of my brother and father triggered it and she became desperate to protect us. To the extent of taking away my life. I knew nothing of the world until I was old enough to sneak out at night. Lana, she’s my best friend and the reason I’m on this quest to experience life, lived next door. She was curious about us because she and her parents had realized we never left the house. The night I snuck out the first time she saw me because she had been watching my house at night when she was in bed to see if we ever left. She was convinced we were vampires and she wanted to prove it to her parents. I didn’t get far. I only stood in my front yard and looked up at the moon and touched the grass. Simple things I’d always wanted to do. Lana came out and talked to me that night still thinking I was possibly a vampire. Our friendship grew over the years and my sneaking out changed and got more intense as I got older. Lana knew more about me than anyone. She was the only person who really knew I existed. She also knew I worried about losing my mom if anyone ever found out. So she kept my secret.”

I couldn’t tell him anymore. I needed to stop. This was enough. The other was too dark and it hurt too much.

“Where’s your mom?”

“She’s dead.” He didn’t reply. His arms tightened their hold on me.

“I can’t talk about it anymore tonight. That’s enough.”
He didn’t argue. He just continued to hold me. We sat there in silence for a long time until my eyes got heavy and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Notes

yeaah she opened up to him!

do you think Abby will get crazy just like her mother and grandmother?
will Harry acceot her like is or will he regret everything?
and what do you think will happen when Amanda finds out? which is going to happen reeeaally soon

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