Harry’s POV.

I woke up in her arms the same way I fell asleep. Nightmares that took over my mind of a little girl being taken advantage of who didn’t know better but a man who did. I looked up at her and her eyes were wide open staring at the wall. She looked more broken now that I knew the truth. Like she hadn’t had a peaceful night of sleep in ages. Like she felt alone, but I was going to make sure she never felt that way again.

I pulled away from her body and sat up next to her. She looked at me giving me a weary sleepy smile.

“Hi.” She said with exhaust.

“Hey, can I hold you now?”I asked of her causing her to break out in tears and fall into my chest weeping. It’s as if Marley hadn’t cried in years like no one ever really knew the whole truth. Except me.

‘You shouldn’t have taken my journal. You shouldn’t have seen all of that.” She continued weeping.

“I know, but I did. And I’m sorry. But now everything makes so much more sense and I’m more interested in you then I was before.” I confessed and it was true.

She pushed herself up off of me and wiped her tears with the sleeves of her shirt trying to contain herself. Then fidgeting with her fingernails before looking up at me and making eye contact with my eyes.

“How can someone like you want to be with someone like me?” she asked me.

“I keep asking myself the same thing. How can someone as strong and amazing and beautiful as you even be remotely interested in someone like me?” I confessed and again it was the truth.

“The abuse started when I was 7, I don’t know why it did. But it did. I thought it was a normal thing that happened. He’s the worst person I’ve ever known. The ways he hurt me, I can’t imagine hurting someone like that and being able to live with yourself, ya know?” she let it all out and at this point I was teary eyed. I grabbed her hand as she spoke.

“Sometimes I have dreams about all of it again. The first time he came into my room. The first time his hand met with my face. All of it. That’s why I don’t like being touched. Just doesn’t take me back to the best of times. “ she said with relief now able to be open about the experience.

“Did he..ever..” I began not even able to let the words come from my mouth.

“No he never had ‘vaginal intercourse’ with me. Can’t believe he didn’t. But everything else, happened. It’s a lot to take in.”she said as she grabbed my face. I was staring down at our intertwined hands.

“I’m okay now.” She tried reassuring me.

“I’m not going to let anything to happen to you. You need to understand that.I’m here for you Marley Jay, seriously.” I went on talking as I cried and she held one side of my face staring at me.

Marley’s POV.

Admiration. That’s all I had for Harry. The look I gave him. A look of admiration as he ranted about protecting me. Maybe it was a good thing that he knew everything. Maybe it did us both a favor.

“…you’re so strong, your Mum would be so proud of you.” He said.

My Mom…she would have loved Harry. Sonny would love Harry.

“Hey look at me.” He said pulling me away from the happy thought I had of my Mom.

“Do you trust me?” he asked me.

“I don’t know. I want to.” I confessed.

“Come with me. Let me take you somewhere. Please. “ He said as he began to get up. I stood up with him throwing his sweater and my boots on.

“Where are we going?” I asked him as he got a bag out and threw some of my clothes in it.

“It’s a bit of a drive. Just trust me.” He reassured me.

“You want to go right now, it’s 8AM?” I asked him.

“You can sleep the whole way. I promise you want to see this.” He told me as he kissed my forehead and grabbed my bag from my shoulder.

Where was he taking me and why was I okay with letting him take me anywhere. This boy was already the death of me.

Notes

Short transition chapter!