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Harry's POV

The moment we pull into our driveway, I start walking to the Starbucks Dakota told me to meet her in. The thought of her crying makes me want to help her more. Knowing that I can't hurts me. The man has a daughter yet he rapes his maid under the same roof. How does this girl not know?

The guys don't question my actions when I bolt down the block. I'm already a little late. She hated me before, I am not screwing this up again. When the shop comes into view, I full on sprint over. Opening the door, I see her in the corner twiddling with her fingers. Looking at her like that makes me forget everything going on in her life. She's so innocent, it sucks that she’s in this mess.

"Hi Dakota," I smile and sit in front of her. "How're feeling?"

She smiles weakly at me, “I’m okay. Thanks for coming. Sorry you have to see me like this. Blaine just makes me feel violated all the time. Thanks to people like him, I didn't get to lose my innocence to the one I love. I haven’t even had a freaking boyfriend yet.”

A few tears slip, but I quickly brush them away. “Dakota, I understand. Crying is understandable. Go ahead.” She walks over to me and buries her head in my chest. I pet her hair and whisper in her ear. “It’s okay. Do you want to go to my house? We can hang out there.” She nods and tentatively pulls away. “Do you mind walking? I kind of ran here.”

She laughs softly, “We can walk. I love the scenery around here.”

I stand up and do my best not to grab her hand. I’m the gentleman type. It’s hard not to hold a girl close when she’s crying. My mum raised me right. She keeps close to my side when we pass a park. She buries her face in my side and pulls my arm around her. I smile, knowing she can lean on me makes my heart warm.

I take her through the gates and front door to the living room. She clings onto me letting a tear slip time to time. I take her to the couch where she releases me and sits down first. She wipes her eyes and recollects herself before speaking. "Do you want to talk about this or should I just shut up?"

She giggles, which is good. "I kind of want to talk about it, I've never had anyone to really talk to in a long time. The only time I ever really spoke was when I begging them to stop."

I sigh, "Well, right now, it’s just you talking with me listening."

She smiles, "You did say you wanted to help so yeah. Blaine, my boss, came home early and since his daughter was out, he took it as an opportunity to, well, um. You know...” Her voice trails off as she twiddles with her fingers.

I put my hand on her knee and offer a weak smile, "Can I ask you something?" She nods, "If you keep getting beaten and, um, you know, why do you stay? You could easily quit."

She shrugs, "I need a job. There I can get money, have a free place to stay, and have a job. I can't get many jobs. I'm finishing my high school online and there's no way I can pay for college or get a scholarship. I can't get a flat either." I open my mouth to help her, but she cuts me off as if reading my mind. "And don't offer help. I don't like it when people help. I can do it by myself."

Stubborn. That's the only word I can describe her in. She's so used to not being helped, she doesn't want it. I feel sorry for her. She hasn't been loved in such a long time that it built walls to protect itself. They crack time to time like right now, but she always fixes it quickly. Not trying to be mean, I like the crying girl better than the heartless cafe girl.

To break the tension, I ask if she wants to watch a movie. "Um, sure. I love horror movies. Got any?"

I shrug, “I think. Don’t make fun of me, but I usually watch romance movies.” She giggles softly which makes me blush. “I said don’t make fun of me,” I whine.

“You said to not make fun of you. Never said I couldn't laugh,” She says as I search through the movies. "But seriously? Chick flicks? Those are so stupid."

I gasp, "They are not stupid." I smirk and grab Love Actually just to prove her wrong. "We are watching my movie then."

She groans, “Nooo!” I slide in the disk and sit down next to you. “Romance movies suck!”

A laugh escapes my lips when she lays down. Her head is on my lap while she faces the screen, “How much do you want to bet that you’re going to love this movie?”

She shakes her head, “I am not going to like this movie, but fine. If I hate this movie, we’ll watch my choice of horror movie.”

I chuckle, “And if you like it, you’ll go on a date with me.”

She raises her brows, but sticks her hand out. “Deal. But I won’t like it. I hope you like Paranormal Activity 4 because that’s what we’re watching later.” I shake her hand and press play.

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Dakota’s POV

Halfway through the horrible movie, my phone buzzes. While Harry smiles at the screen, I read the text. I groan quietly seeing it’s from Stephanie. That’s right. She comes home today. Why can’t she just die in a hole where no one can find her? I swear, if The Purge could actually happen, they’d be dead. No question.

She-Devil: Pick me up now and take my friends to the mall

I sigh and stand up, “I gotta go. My boss’ daughter needs me to take her and her friends to the mall.”

He stands up with me, “Do you want me to drive to the house or do you want to walk to get your car?"

"Can you drive me to the mansion?" I ask with a hint of sadness in my voice. I really don't want to leave. All she’s going to do is put me down even though I practically raise her. Unthankful-ness must run in the family. I wonder what her mum was like. I just know she died from an overdose. Not sure if it was intentional or not.

Harry grabs his keys and takes me to his car outside. As much as I hate to say this, but time to lose my emotions. If I don’t have a heart, they can’t hurt it. If I don’t have emotions, I can’t feel it. If I don’t care, it won’t bother me anymore. While I take her, I am a robot. A thing that just works and has no emotions.

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