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*WARNING THERE IS  A LITTLE DISTURBING CONTENT SO DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT*

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KAYDENCE

“I really don’t want to go.” Harry groans as he obnoxiously throws himself back on the bed. Yesterday when we had gone to go get sushi for dinner, management had called Harry to tell him they were in Los Angeles and he was required to go meet with them today. Harry had told them this was his break and fought them on it, but from the looks of it, it was important.

“Harry just go, I’m sure it’s just about the next tour and stuff.”

Harry avoids eye contact with me and shrugs. “Um yeah, I guess.”

“What else could it be?” I ask, watching him as he turns to look at the wall behind me, scratching the back of his neck and tugging at the root of his hair.

“Nothing, I don’t know.” He stands up and makes his way across the room, opening one of the drawers in the dresser and pulls a black shirt out. He pulls it over his head, shaking his curly hair out after and running his fingers through it as he pushes it back. His tongue pokes out to lick his lips as he steps into his dark brown boots, then pulls a red plaid shirt over his black one.

“Okay, what time did they say to meet them there?”

He looks at the watch around his wrist and moves to sit on the couch. “I still have ten minutes before I have to leave.” He looks at me over his shoulder as I lean down to tie the laces of my converse. “Still going to the grocery shop?”

“Yep, got to get my Oreos.” I walk to the end of the couch, leaning over it to kiss Harry’s cheek. He smells like vanilla again  and for a moment I nuzzle my face into his neck to inhale his scent. “How long is the meeting?”

Harry shrugs, his hand coming up to rest on my head as his fingers rub my scalp. “I’m sure not long, why?”

“Movie night?” I ask, turning my face up to look at Harry. From the position I’m in it’s very noticeable how long his eyelashes are, or the flecks of gold that circle his pupils of his green eyes. Harry looks down at me, a smirk growing that his dimple deepens in his cheek.

“Yeah, when I get home. I’ll go get a movie on the way back.”

“Cool.” I stand up straight, and pick up my purse as I pass the foot of the bed and head towards the door. “See you when you get back.”

Harry leans over the back of the couch, his curly hair brushing the back of it. “Okay I love you!” He calls before I walk out of the door and I giggle to myself before closing it. I’ve been alright after everything that has happened, I’ve smiled more than I thought was possible, and I feel like for once things are going to be okay. And it’s all because of that green eyed, dimpled, curly headed, man just on the other side of the door.

HARRY

As soon as Kay is out of the door I reach into my pocket to re-read the text I received from management yesterday after we had gotten off the phone. We need to talk about your girlfriend. Meeting tomorrow at 3p.m. NO exceptions.

Those words are the exact reason why I’ve been dreading to go today. Kay thinks it’s because I’m being lazy and just want to enjoy my break, but the truth is it’s because deep down I know what is they are going to say. I took off from England without telling anyone except my mom, but the boys and I are always suppose to let management know when we are leaving or taking off. It’s a rule, which I broke. No doubt they are going to lecture me about Kaydence’s influence on me, and I’m in no fucking mood to hear any of it.

I glance at the time on my phone, realizing I have to leave now if I want to keep from getting in any more trouble then I already am, just as there’s a knock on the door. I slide my phone in my pocket, standing from the couch and grabbing my keys on the way to it. I open it without looking through the hole, thinking it might be Kay coming back because she forgot something, but instead am shocked when I see a grey haired man standing in front of me.

“Um, hello? Can I help you?” I ask hesitantly. I’ve never seen the man before in my life, but something about him is very familiar. Maybe I’ve seen him in the lobby or by the pool?

“Hi, I’m assuming you’re Harry?” The man says sticking his hand out for me to shake. I cautiously reach out to shake his, feeling a cold chill run down my back when I do.

“I’m sorry I don’t mean to be rude but who are you and how did you get up here?”

“My apologies,” He chuckles to himself, his brown eyes humorless. “I’m Jack Coleman. Kaydence’s mother’s brother.”

Kaydence? “Kay has an uncle? She never mentioned having an uncle…and how did you know how to find her?”

“Ahh, she hasn’t seen me since she was four so she might not remember me. And I’ve been in contact with Dave Philip. Do you know of him?”

He’s that lad Kay met with after she found out of her mother’s death, I remember. “Yes I do.”

He nods and smiles, looking past me into the room. “I told front desk I am her uncle and they told me this was her room? Is she here? I’d really like to see her, it’s been far too long.”

“She’s not here actually, you just missed her. She won’t be back till later, so if you’d like you can come back then.”

He frowns and sighs, rubbing his head. “I wish I could, but I’m busy later. Is it alright if I just wait for her to get back?”

“I’m not sure about that, I’m on my way out as well,-“

“If you’re worried about me stealing I assure you I’m not a thief,” He chuckles and pats my shoulder. “I’d just really like to see my niece, after the death of my sister she is the only family I have left.”

I’m hesitant and watch him carefully before agreeing. My meeting shouldn’t take long, and I should be back the same time Kay comes back. And if not, I’ll just text her to warn her of her uncle being her. I nod my head and open the door to let the grey haired man in. He really is so familiar…

He walks into the room smiling at me as he passes by, taking in the surroundings of the place before he goes to sit at the end of the couch, his back straight. He looks around the room, and I pull my phone out to look at the time. Shit I’m going to be late.

“You can watch some television if you’d like while you wait.” I motion to the remote and he picks it up, turning on the flat screen and leaning back on the couch.

“I’ve got to head out, but Kaydence should be back soon.”

“Alright, I’ll be here. Thanks again.” He waves to me before I walk out of the door, and quickly make my way down the hallway and impatiently wait for the elevator. As soon as it opens I’m running through the lobby, waving at Javi as I pass him. I wanted to stop and ask him about Kay’s uncle but I’m already late as it is. I ignore the paparazzi standing around the hotel, and jog to the car.

As I’m getting in I pull my phone back out of my pocket, opening a new message to send to Kaydence to tell her that her uncle is in our room waiting to speak to her and that I’ll try to make the meeting quick so she won’t feel uncomfortable there by herself. I hit send, then set my phone in the cup holder as I put the car in reverse and quickly head to the main road. As I’m driving, I’m wondering why Kay hasn’t bothered to mention anything about having an uncle. Though he did say she was four the last time they saw each other, it seems odd that her mom hadn’t mentioned that she had a brother to Kaydence. Even if she hasn’t seen the man in years, she would at least be aware that she does have other relatives.

But then why is he so familiar? I’ve seen him before. Something in my conscious sparked when I saw him, a small light dimly flickering at the back of my mind in recognition. Now that I think about it I’m sure I have never seen him on the streets nor in the lobby, because why would Kay’s uncle be here at the same hotel? He didn’t even look anything like her mother, not from the picture I saw yesterday-

The picture.

The fucking man from the picture.

It was fucking him. It had to be. Minus the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, the grey hair, and the way his face has visibly aged from all the drinking I’m sure he’s done in the past few years, it’s him, her father.

“Shit!” I quickly spin the car around, the wheels screeching as I’m making an illegal turn and going dangerously over the speed limit, slamming on the brakes when the light turns red. My chest is heaving and I feel like I’m about to lose my shit if the light doesn’t change at any moment. I’m practically writhing in my seat, and I quickly pick up my phone to ring Kay.

“C’mon c’mon pick up.” I mutter to myself, but it goes to voicemail after five rings. I toss my phone in the cup holder, looking both ways before I hit the gas and speed through the intersection, earning a few honks since I’ve just ran a red light. I drive as fast as I can, not stopping for anyone and swerving around slow cars as I make my way back to the hotel, hoping to god that Kay isn’t back yet.

KAYDENCE

The elevator doors finally open, and I quickly walk to the door of our room as I drop the bags on the floor in front of me. The plastic bags were cutting off my circulation around my fingers, and as I look at them now they almost look purple. I rub my fingers to rid the sting, and look down at all the spilled contents of the snacks I’ve bought. I was going to call Harry to ask what it was he said he wanted, but had forgotten my phone in the room and now I’m glad I had considering all the shit I had to carry.

I reach into the back pocket of my jeans, pulling out the room key before sliding it through the door and pushing it open when the light turns green. I bend down to pick up the plastic bags, holding the door open with my foot as I step further into the room, then kick the door closed behind me. I carry the bags into the kitchen, setting them on the counter as I pull the contents out and put them away in the cabinets and fridge. When I finish, I take a glass cup out of the cabinet and turn the faucet on, filling it with water and bringing it to my lips.

I look up into the main room as I swallow the liquid, my eyebrows pulling together when I see the television is on. “Harry?” I ask automatically, waiting for an answer that doesn’t come. I slowly set the glass down on the counter, and turn the corner of the kitchen and step into the main room where the couch is. Harry isn’t sitting here, and I know he left so I’m baffled as to why the television is even on. Maybe he forgot to turn it off before he left, I think as I reach down to pick up the remote and press the power button to shut it off.

I set the remote back on the table and move to the dresser to look at my phone, seeing that I have a  missed call and new text from Harry. I swipe the screen to unlock it, opening the text and reading it.

Your uncle is in our room waiting to speak to you. I’ll be there as soon as the meeting is over.

My uncle? I don’t have-,

“My have you grown.”

My phone clatters against the wooden dresser and I spin around to see the source of the voice, even though it’s so very familiar to me, I could never forget it. When I see the man standing outside of the bathroom, I have to blink several times to make sure my eyes are not deceiving me. That I’m not just seeing things like I was back at my childhood house, that he really is standing there and that this is real.

I don’t say anything as I watch him step further into the room, now at the foot of the bed. My insides have stilled and gone cold, my stomach turning uncomfortably that I feel like I might throw up. He looks the same, sure he has aged but his face is the same as I remember it. His dark hair has greyed, and his face has a few scars that hadn’t been there before, but his eyes are the same dark brown. My hands shake as I take a step back from him, that he only takes a step closer.

“You really did grow up Sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.” I find myself saying, my voice sounding smaller then I had intended it to.

He smiles. He actually fucking smiles, the corner of his mouth lifting up and spreading widely. It’s not a genuine smile though, but more of a sinister one that brings a cold chill down my back. He steps further into the room, coming closer to me that my eyes flicker between the small distance I have to get to the door, and I mentally contemplate if I could make it past him with out being caught. He steps into my line of vision, blocking the view of the door as his smile only grows.

“You’re not going anywhere, I just want to talk.”

“You need to leave before I call security.” My voice is shaking and if I weren’t so scared right now I would slap myself for showing any weakness towards him. He doesn’t deserve to see you weak, I remind myself.

“Relax honey, I just came to see how you were. Considering your mother’s death.” He takes a step closer, I take one back, my calf hitting the back of the couch.

My body goes rigid, and even though it’s hard to look him in the eye after all these years I do just that at the mention of my mom. “How did you know about her?”

He shrugs as if it’s no big deal, which pisses me the fuck off. “I knew she was sick.”

“How?” I practically shout, and he casually stuffs his hands into his pockets, his smile only growing. My heart is hammering against my chest, and my hands are sweating as I try to casually rub them on the front of my jeans. Harry hurry up, I think.

“Let’s just say I was the last to see her.” He states, meeting my eyes and staring at me evenly. It’s then that I remember what Dave had told me. That her death hadn’t made much sense, she still had a month to live and out of nowhere she passed away. The police were still looking in to it, but now I think that they don’t need to look much further because I’m more than positive that this man is the same one from years ago, If not he’s worse and he had something to do with it.

“What did you do to her?” I ask loudly, and he laughs. He shakes his head, licking his bottom lip as he reaches down to tug his tucked in shirt out of his jeans. My heart speeds up in nervousness as I watch him do this, I’ve seen this action too many times to count.

“Oh Kay,” He sighs dramatically. “You know I’ve always wanted to come see you again but she wouldn’t let me. Did you know I called to check up on you? By the look on your face I’m assuming you didn’t. She kept me away from you, but you were my daughter too. And then a few weeks ago I saw your picture on a magazine. I didn’t think It was you at first,” He chuckles. “But then I looked closer and knew it was. I couldn’t believe how much you have grown, you look like you did when you were twelve, your face is the same except your older…and your body has matured,” He stops for a moment, and I’m beginning to hyperventilate when his eyes trail over me slowly. “I went to the house to see your mother, to ask where you were. She wouldn’t tell me, so I just ended her suffering. She would of died eventually anyways.”

My eyes are watering, and my lip quivers. He is the reason she’s dead, the reason I didn’t get my chance to say goodbye. Maybe if she had more time I could of found out, and been able to say everything I have wanted to say to her for the past year. How sorry I was for what happened to Danny, how thankful I was for her to take care of me after everything that had happened, how I could never repay her for choosing me over this man she was in love with, how I loved her. He took that chance away from me, and I don’t think I can hate him anymore then I already do.

“You son of a bitch.” I choke out, and he takes a large step towards me just as I’m taking one back. I stumble over the footrest of the couch, falling back on my ass as I throw my hands out to catch myself. In my moment of weakness, he quickly strides over to me and I crawl back on my arms away from him. I push myself up on my feet quickly, running around the couch and bolting it to the door just as he jumps over the back of the couch and throws his arm out to block me. He wraps his arm around my waist, receiving a scream from me as he violently pulls me back and lets go. I’m thrown back, and I trip over my own feet as I fall back and hit my head on the coffee table.

My vision goes white for a moment, coming in and out of focus as I reach around me and try to sit up. I’m dizzy, and am fumbling around for something to grab on to when I hear faint footsteps walking towards me. I squeeze my eyes, hoping for the blurriness to go away as I open them and see my father leaning over me, a smirk on his lips. I groan and try to push myself away from him, when his hand comes down on my shoulder to pull me back down.

“Don’t touch me!” I manage to cry out, chocking on tears when I feel his hands all over me, running over my stomach and jeans. I can’t see anything through the whiteness clouding over my eyes and through my tears that I’m blindly fumbling to push him away as he leans down to lay his body over mine. I kick at him, but his heavy legs come down to put all their weight over mine, that I’m left stuck. He grabs a hold of my writs, pinning them above my head and I can actually feel my wrist sting when his skin touches  the scar on my wrist, the one he put there.

“Stop struggling,” He grunts. “Be a good girl for your dad.” He says into my ear, and I’m suddenly thrown back six years ago when he said those exact words. I’m tossed into my own past when he pinned me to my own bed, the same way he was doing now. To when his hot breath hit my ear, and his hand slid down to my pajamas bottoms and tore them away from me, forcing himself between my legs. I’m screaming as I try to desperately grip onto reality, but all I feel is myself drowning in my own tears and head. This is my reality. This is all really happening, he really is here and there is no escape. My past is my present, and I feel myself falling deeper into unconsciousness as he fiddles with the button on my jeans. I can’t help but mentally laugh at the situation, it’s happening almost the same way it happened then. My hands above my head, and me losing the ability to fight back due to an injury. It’s hopeless, I’m hopeless. I’m slowly losing all will to fight anymore, because really what’s the point? Danny isn’t here to save me this time. This is my life, and I rather give up then shed another tear of pain or fight another day.

Just as my hands go limp and I’m handing over all power to my monster of a father, I think I hear the door fly open, but then again it’s probably just my past taunting me, making me hope for something that isn’t really there. I hear shouts, people yelling and the shatter of glass as my father is being thrown off of me the same way he was back then. I know none of it’s real though, it’s just a trick of the mind before I lose consciousness. I open my eyes, my vision coming into focus as I think I see Harry leaning over me. His green eyes meeting mine and looking at me with worry and fear, I think he says something but I can’t hear him. It’s my imagination, and oddly I’m okay with it. I’m okay with Harry being the last thing I see before I die. I want to hold onto this, to the curve of his pink lips when he talks, to his dimples that deepen his cheeks whenever he laughs, and to those piercing green eyes that say so many things his mouth could never say.  Even if it was just for a short time, Harry gave me so much happiness and hope. He gave me more than I could have ever asked for. So instead of crying as I let go to the little bit of life I’ve been clinging to, I smile as I hear Harry whisper ‘Stay with me,”  and I want to tell him ‘I wish I could,’ before spiraling into the dark unknown.