When I stepped into his house I sat my shoes down along with my take out box. He still hasn't really said a word to me since he told me I was staying here.

"You never told me why you were keeping me hostage here." I said, crossing my arms waiting for an explanation.

"I know your dad's not home and I'm sure you get lonely there. I live alone and I get pretty lonely here. With you here it fixes eachothers problem." He said. I nodded. It was a reasonable explation.

"How did you know my dad wasn't home?"

"His car."

"Humm...now your a stalker?" I smiled. He turned around with a weird look on his face. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it then turned back to his phone.

"Oh, and I don't have any extra clothes." I said rocking back and forth on my feet. It took him a few mintes to answer but once he put his phone in his pocket he let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'll show you a room" he said as he walked all the way down the hallway then turned to the left and disappear from view. I walked a little faster to catch up to him and when I did we was standing in front of a door, his hand on the handle.

"You can stay in here." he said and pushed the door open. I was almost blinded.

Everything was white.

Okay, not everything.

The bed was white with some gray pillows on top. The carpet, which felt like walking on powder or something like that, was a tan color. The walls were a soft gray color too. There wasn't many decorations on the walls but there was a big window above the bed.

"This is awesome." I said. It wasn't much but it was open and bright and I like it.

"Glad you like it." I heard him say behind me. I felt his arms creep around my waist, but I didn't protest. "Sometimes it's so bright and bare that I can't sleep in it all the time."

"Wait, so this is your room?" He nodded. "I don't want to kick you out of your own room. If there is another room I'll take that, or even the couch." I said spinning around in his arms.

"Baby, don't be silly." he chuckled and placed his face in my neck, placing a kiss just below my ear. "I was going to sleep in here with you." he kissed that spot again.

"No." I laughed nervously. "I'll take the couch." I pried his arms off of me and started to walk back down the hallway but he caught my wrist.

"You're going to sleep in here, period." He said in an angry voice. With every word he said, his grip on my wrist tightened. I gulped and nodded my head, not wanting to push him any further.

I walked back into the room and looked around it once again. I noticed something that I hadn't seen before.

I walked over to a small desk in the corner of the room and looked at everything that was on it. There was a few papers and pens scattered everywhere and a stack of sticky notes.

On one corner of the table was a navy blue photo frame with a picture of three little boys in a sand box. The one with long black hair was sitting on his bum, legs wide open, shirtless, with the biggest little smile on his chubby face. Another was in a red little speedo, back facing the camera, bending over looking at the camera through his legs. His shaggy blonde hair hanging from his head. The last one was holding a now empty bucket of sand above him, apparently all the sand was dumped on his head. He had a hair full of tiny light brown curls. He was smiling really big with his young sticking out one side of his mouth.

On the other side of the desk was a black and silver frame with a picture of a woman in it. It looked like she was laughing while trying to move some hair out of her face, it must have been a windy day.

"Here." I slightly jumped when I heard Harry speak up from behind me. I slowly turned around to face him. He was so close our chest were almost touching. He held a cold stare looking straight at my eyes. Just for a second his eyes flickered to my lips but he shook him self out of it. He opened his mouth to say something but I beat him to it.

"Who are those kids?" I pointed to the picture. His face went cold, all emotions wiped away. His jaw tightened.

"Cousin." he pointed to the kid with black hair, "and brother." he sighed.

"You have a brother?"

"Had." He whispered. His jaw still tight and fist at his side. My heart hurt a little for him.

"What happened?"

"Haven't heard from him in a while. I guess he disowned me too."

"Too?" I pushed on but his eyes snapped up and all I could see was fury.

"Why all the questions? I'm not interesting. All you need to know is that my child hood was hell and that I still have to pay for that everyday!" he raised his voice and I flinched with every word. Being yelled at brings back to many memories. I let out a small whimper.

Harry's face and eyes slowly softened as he looked at me. He put the clothes between us. "Here. Bathroom is that way." he nudged his head behind him. I grasped the articles of clothing, my hand grazing his,and scooted around him. When I walked into the bathroom the first thing I did was lock the door.

After I started running the sink water I sat the shirt and shorts on the toilet lid and gripped the counter's edge taking deep breaths. One night. It's only one night. No biggie. I looked up in the mirrior and my jaw dropped. I look like a raccoon.

I looked back at the shower and then the bathtub and I didn't see a washrag. I walked over to the toilet and looked in the cabinet. All it had was toilet paper and extra soap. I checked the cabinets by the sink next. When I opened it all I saw were razors, shaving cream, hair gel, cologn, chapstick, and...pills?

I pulled out the see through orange capsel that held an asortment of pills. I made sure the door was locked and the water was loud enough before popping the top open. I dumped the pills out on the cabinet to see if I recognized any of them.

I saw quite a few that were your everyday meds; Advil, Aleve, Aspirin, Ibuprofen, Tylenol, etc. Then there were the others. A few small blue, yellow, and green ones that I noticted as ecstasy pills. There were a few more that were totaly alien to me. I quickly scooped them back in to the capsal and put them back in the cabinet.

But something caught my attention again.

Two small bags. One white one green. Cocaine and weed.

What is Harry getting himself into? I shake my head to clear the thoughts and shut the cabinet door. It's his life he can screw it up if he wants. I then looked under the sink. Jackpot!

I quickly scrubbed my face so I looked normal again. I placed the now wet rag in the bathtub and then changed into the clothes Harry lent me. The dark green shirt fell just above mid thigh and the boxer shorts were navy blue. I tied my nasty wet hair up in a pony tail before taking a deep breath and walking out to face him again.

Harry was standing by the desk holding the picture of the woman, running his thumb over the glass.

I cleared my throat while standing against the door frame. His head snapped up when he heard me. He looked up at my face but once he saw that I was changed, he ended up looking over my body making me self consious. I shuffeled from foot to foot.

"Who is she?" I asked glancing at the photo then back to him. His face became hard again.

"I told you-" he raised his voice through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry." I blurt out making him shut his mouth. "I shouldn't have asked." He grinned his teeth together and nodded his head setting the frame back down on the desk.

He walked over to the right side of the bed and pulled the covers back looking at me. I just stood there starring back at him. I'm sure I could still dash out of the room and take the couch. "Get in." He said. Authority clear in his voice.

I slowly walked over there and slipped between the covers, he laid them back on me and went to turn the light off.

Even though the room was now dark I could see his silhouette cross the room to the other side of the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head throwing it somewhere and then his hands went to his jeans. Well, goodnight.

I turned over on my side, not facing Harry, laid my head on my arm and closed my eyes hoping sleep would come soon.

I felt the bed dip down and the weight moved closer to me. My eyes popped open when I felt an arm wrapp around my waist. I tried to subtly wiggle away from his reach, but he wouldn't have it. His arm tightened around me and he pulled me back to him. My back touching his front.

I gave up and just closed my eyes again.

Just one night right?