Bella's POV:

"Ok Bella, it's going to be ok. Dad won't be home and if comes home, we just hide Harry! No.big.deal." I said to myself walking down the steps throwing my hair back from my face and rolling my sweat pants. I thought I had the cutest pajamas. When I got downstairs I saw Harry sitting on the table with Jamie who was telling him all about mine and Niall's friendship.

"So, you're sure that they're just friends?" Harry asked Jamie who was now laughing uncontrollably noticing me in the doorway.

"Who's hungry?" I asked ignoring both of them, I would have made a joke about it but I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable since he was sleeping here.

"What are we having?!" he asked hopping up from the chair. I smiled at Jamie who already knew the answer.

"Shrimp salad!" I shouted high-fiving my sister. Harry grinned and shook his head letting his brown locks flow in front of his face. I opened the fridge and threw a head of lettuce at Harry. "Get shredding babe, dinners not gonna cook itself!"

"Whatever you say Bell..." He said walking towards the sink.

35 minutes later:

Ok guys, come eat! I called to Harry and Jamie who had given up about 15 minutes ago. Well I mean Jamie gave up, but I told Harry to go wait in the living room because he kept trying to pinch my ass the whole time.

"Not bad." Harry teased stuffing his face. I was having a really, really good time.




As we finished eating, Jamie was like a zombie. She must have been so exhausted from that work out earlier. "Jamie why don't you go on up to bed? If you don't feel well in the morning I'll call you out of school." I said cleaning the table. I turned around and saw she was already sleeping on with her head down on the table.

"Harry would you mind?" I asked nodding towards Jamie. He scooped her up and headed up the stairs and I continued cleaning the table, until my phone starting ringing. Really, an unknown number? It was probably the kids from my old school calling me for some stupid prank again. I sighed before finally answering, "Hello?" I said in into the speaker.
"Any last words for your drunk of a father?"

"What?!" I asked into the phone. Last words? "Who is this?!" I begged into the phone.

"You don't need to worry about who this is. Don't make me ask again, any last words for dear old dad?" the man asked. I heard Harry coming down the stairs and ran outside the front door so he would think I'm in the bathroom or something.

"No. Please, please don't hurt him. We'll give you anything! Take the house, take all of our money, take everything! Just please don't hurt him, ok? He didn't mean what he did I'm sure.." I cried. I was shaking and sobbing on the front steps of the house, covering my eyes with my sleeves to stop the tears. "Please don't hurt my daddy..." He may have been horrible to me, but he was still my dad.

"I suppose we could work out a trade.." The man said with what sounded like a smile on his face. I could hear my dad coughing in the background.

"Yes! A trade! Take anything, what do you want?! Don't hurt my dad..." Suddenly the front door swung open and Harry was looking down at me. I didn't look up, I just walked down the driveway and listened intently to the other line.

"We'll give you your dad in exchange for you darling." I choked out coughing. Jamie and Drew needed their father more than they needed me, and maybe if trading myself over to these people would be the wake up call he needs. I've been prepared to die before and I've spent days without food. I could handle this better than any one else I knew.

"We have a deal." I croaked into the phone.

"Ok princess, I'll see you tomorrow at 8pm behind the coffee shop on Chestnut Avenue. If you bring anyone, especially the cops, you're family will be gone, and you'll be alone for the rest of your life." I sobbed out and the phone left my grasp. I turned around to see Harry holding the phone to his ear and screaming into it.

"Leave her and her family the fuck alone. You don't wanna mess with me buddy." I reached for the phone and screamed at Harry to give it back but he was relentless until I heard the beep beep beep. The person on the other end had hung up.

"Harry... you don't understand what you just did..." I cried punching him repeatedly in the chest. He grabbed my arms and looked me straight in the eyes. I tried to pull away but he dragged me inside with force. "Harry could you fucking stop it! You don't get it!" He put me on the floor in the guest room and locked the door.

"Bella. I know everything. I have a lot to explain to you, so sit down and be quiet." He stated. I climbed towards the door but he stopped me with his hand alone.

"What do you think you know? Huh? You're just some teenage dirtbag that..." He stopped me.

"I'm just some teenage dirtbag who also deals drugs and knows exactly who your father is, what he did, and what's going to happen if you don't shut up at listen to me!" He raged. I took a few steps back and noticed I was in a corner. I start bawling my eyes out and shaking.

"Harry, I'm going to die. I thought I was ready to die but I.. I..." I lost it. I got up and started knocking picture frames off the walls and ripping at my hair. I threw glasses at the ground and ripped the blankets off the beds. I laid down on the floor in hysterics and banged on the carpet, hyperventilating.
I looked up to see Harry was sitting right next to me, with tears in his eyes. I was scaring him. I couldn't stop crying though, i had truly lost it. "I can't do this anymore..." I whispered through my sobs, that were quitting down. He pulled me towards him and put my head on his lap, wiping my tears with his hands. I was shaking still and ripping at my sleeves.

"I'm gonna fix this Bella. Just go to sleep, we'll talk about this in the morning. It's gonna be ok. You're not going to die. I promise. Shhhh." He kept repeating those words to me "It's gonna be ok. You're not going to die." If I didn't start to listen, I was going to end up in the hospital and what good would that do?
I kept listening to him and sniffling before everything went black and I fell into the darkest slumber of my life. This drug dealing teenage dirtbag was going to save me from what was happening? Fat chance.

Notes

HAHA teenage dirtbag im still laughing how corny of me!
Not you're average sleepover with the boy you like! lol

Sorry I haven't been updating, school started and it SUCKS! so much homework but I'm not gonna give up!

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