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I Love You
Chapter-3-Dreams
"Harry? Harry! HARRY!"
Harry's head snapped from the window to the small mirror with Ron's face in it. "What?"
"You okay?" Ron asked. "You seem really out of it these past few weeks."
Harry rubbed his head. "I've been having these dreams about this girl-"
"Marigold?" Ron said quickly.
"You're lucky Hermione's out with her parents," Harry told him. "And no, it isn't Marigold Twit. Some other girl. But I can never see her face."
Faith couldn't be happier. These past two weeks had been the best two weeks of her life. Her father was out. She didn't know where and she didn't care. All she cared about was sleeping. And taking one shower out of those weeks was enough for her. She took it at Pops' house. She was scared her father might come home.
"Don't you want to see what color your hair is?" Pops had asked her. "It's pretty."
Faith shook her head. "No," was her answer. "Then I'd have to see myself."
"You sure? It's not a bad sight." He smiled with charm.
Faith tried to smile but found that she couldn't. "Thanks, but no. I gotta go. Thanks again for letting me use your shower."
"No problem, girl. Be careful."
Now, as Faith slept late into the afternoon, a dream took over. A dream that felt real. She didn't want it to end. She was in a long dress that felt like silk. She walked down an isle led by red carpeting. She was in a field of flowers with people all around her. Strange people. Actually, she wasn't even sure if some of these people were real. And a part of her thought she had gone back in time to the medieval era.
As she walked she saw a plump woman, with red, curly hair crying. Faith went over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "You okay, mam?" she asked.
The woman looked at her with happy blue eyes. "Faith," she said. "Why are you worrying about me? You're wedding has been stalled long enough already."
"My wedding?" Faith wondered. "Wha-"
"Come along now, Faith."
Faith looked to her right. An old man, with half moon glasses, a long silver bread that almost reached his feet held her arm. He had blue eyes and a kind smile. He wore maroon robes. Or, what it looked like to Faith, pajamas. Weird ones.
"Who are you?" she asked him. "What's going on?"
"All in good time," the old man said kindly.
Faith looked to her left again. A woman with brown bushy hair had a man with bright hair arm around her. They both smiled at her and waved slightly. The woman mouthed, "Thank you so much."
Faith was about to say something until a little cry from the baby the woman was holding made her hold it back. Faith looked in front of her to her left. She gasped and pointed, "Are those ghost?"
Everyone gave her a strange look. "What is with this child?" one voice asked another.
"Keep going Faith," the old man said again.
"How do you know my name?" Faith asked. "What am I doing in Britain?"
"Marrying me," said a younger voice. Faith looked up. "Don't tell me you've forgotten again."
"Again?" Faith questioned. She tried to study the young mans face, but couldn't see it very well. All she could see were his bright green eyes. Not too bright, but not that dull either. His smile seemed to make them even brighter.
"Who are you?" Faith asked him.
"You're soon to be husband," he said.
"Huh?" Faith shook her head. "Wait. This all seems very-"
She couldn't finish. A gust of cold wind chilled everyone. The sky grew dark. Everyone was knocked to their knees on the ground. Even Faith. She heard someone shout her name and soon she felt two strong arms around her.
"Who are you?!!" she yelled at him.
"I am-" but he couldn't finish. A gust of wind cut him off. "I LOVE YOU!"
Faith looked at him. And now she could see his face more clearly. "What did you say?"
The face turned to her. And now she could see it a little better. "I've always loved you."
"But who-" There was an evil laugh. Faith looked up and saw a dark shape come toward her.
"Hello, Faith," it said. "Mr. Green, she's all yours."
Another dark figure came towards her. It raised it's hand, but before anything else could happen, a bright white light came out of know where and Faith found herself sitting up in her bed shouting, "MOM! HARRY!"
That's when she heard heavy footsteps coming her way. Her father. Faith gulped. "What the hell was that?" he shouted. Faith backed into her wall. Her father grabbed her once again oily hair. "What was that! HAH!"
"I-" Faith gulped. "A dream."
"Leave her alone," Harry muttered in his sleep.
"A dream?" Faith noticed the scared look in his eyes. "OF WHAT!" Faith shook her head. Her father cursed. He dragged her out into the kitchen and slammed her into the cabinet. "What was the dream about?" he spat in her face. "I told you, that stupid whore left me to deal with another whore like you! She knew you'd be a disappointment."
Harry jumped in his sleep again. "Don't."
"I was getting married," Faith said without thinking.
Her father's eyes popped out of his head. "You? Married?" Faith nodded. He laughed loudly. Something Faith didn't know how to do. He walked over to the drawer and pulled out the last thing Faith wanted to see him hold. A butcher knife. He held it close to her lip. "I'm gonna go out. And when I get back. I want some real answers."
And to show her that he wasn't playing around he slowly cut her lip just above her skin. He dropped the knife and left.
Harry relaxed. "Run away."
Faith looked at the knife. He had threatened her. She knew she had to leave. She didn't know where, she just knew she had to. Quickly, she got to her feet, ran to her room and began packing. But what would she do when she was done? She would figure that part out later. But right now, she had to concentrate on packing.
All Faith had was three baggy shirts, and two pairs of pants. Besides what she was wearing now. She packed up her stolen make-up, and even twenty dollars that she had stolen from her dad. Then she reached under her bed and pulled out a jar full of money. Faith had always planned on running away. She was just never ready. She saved about fifty dollars worth. The rest, which was about 100, she stole.
After packing that, she went around the house looking for any loose change. She found a lot in her fathers dresser drawer. She also found his check book. Something she knew she would need. She knew they had money, she wasn't sure how much, but they had it.
After that she called a taxi cab, told them to hurry and was out on her porch, waiting.
Sorry about the delay guys
I Love You
Chapter-3-Dreams
"Harry? Harry! HARRY!"
Harry's head snapped from the window to the small mirror with Ron's face in it. "What?"
"You okay?" Ron asked. "You seem really out of it these past few weeks."
Harry rubbed his head. "I've been having these dreams about this girl-"
"Marigold?" Ron said quickly.
"You're lucky Hermione's out with her parents," Harry told him. "And no, it isn't Marigold Twit. Some other girl. But I can never see her face."
Faith couldn't be happier. These past two weeks had been the best two weeks of her life. Her father was out. She didn't know where and she didn't care. All she cared about was sleeping. And taking one shower out of those weeks was enough for her. She took it at Pops' house. She was scared her father might come home.
"Don't you want to see what color your hair is?" Pops had asked her. "It's pretty."
Faith shook her head. "No," was her answer. "Then I'd have to see myself."
"You sure? It's not a bad sight." He smiled with charm.
Faith tried to smile but found that she couldn't. "Thanks, but no. I gotta go. Thanks again for letting me use your shower."
"No problem, girl. Be careful."
Now, as Faith slept late into the afternoon, a dream took over. A dream that felt real. She didn't want it to end. She was in a long dress that felt like silk. She walked down an isle led by red carpeting. She was in a field of flowers with people all around her. Strange people. Actually, she wasn't even sure if some of these people were real. And a part of her thought she had gone back in time to the medieval era.
As she walked she saw a plump woman, with red, curly hair crying. Faith went over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "You okay, mam?" she asked.
The woman looked at her with happy blue eyes. "Faith," she said. "Why are you worrying about me? You're wedding has been stalled long enough already."
"My wedding?" Faith wondered. "Wha-"
"Come along now, Faith."
Faith looked to her right. An old man, with half moon glasses, a long silver bread that almost reached his feet held her arm. He had blue eyes and a kind smile. He wore maroon robes. Or, what it looked like to Faith, pajamas. Weird ones.
"Who are you?" she asked him. "What's going on?"
"All in good time," the old man said kindly.
Faith looked to her left again. A woman with brown bushy hair had a man with bright hair arm around her. They both smiled at her and waved slightly. The woman mouthed, "Thank you so much."
Faith was about to say something until a little cry from the baby the woman was holding made her hold it back. Faith looked in front of her to her left. She gasped and pointed, "Are those ghost?"
Everyone gave her a strange look. "What is with this child?" one voice asked another.
"Keep going Faith," the old man said again.
"How do you know my name?" Faith asked. "What am I doing in Britain?"
"Marrying me," said a younger voice. Faith looked up. "Don't tell me you've forgotten again."
"Again?" Faith questioned. She tried to study the young mans face, but couldn't see it very well. All she could see were his bright green eyes. Not too bright, but not that dull either. His smile seemed to make them even brighter.
"Who are you?" Faith asked him.
"You're soon to be husband," he said.
"Huh?" Faith shook her head. "Wait. This all seems very-"
She couldn't finish. A gust of cold wind chilled everyone. The sky grew dark. Everyone was knocked to their knees on the ground. Even Faith. She heard someone shout her name and soon she felt two strong arms around her.
"Who are you?!!" she yelled at him.
"I am-" but he couldn't finish. A gust of wind cut him off. "I LOVE YOU!"
Faith looked at him. And now she could see his face more clearly. "What did you say?"
The face turned to her. And now she could see it a little better. "I've always loved you."
"But who-" There was an evil laugh. Faith looked up and saw a dark shape come toward her.
"Hello, Faith," it said. "Mr. Green, she's all yours."
Another dark figure came towards her. It raised it's hand, but before anything else could happen, a bright white light came out of know where and Faith found herself sitting up in her bed shouting, "MOM! HARRY!"
That's when she heard heavy footsteps coming her way. Her father. Faith gulped. "What the hell was that?" he shouted. Faith backed into her wall. Her father grabbed her once again oily hair. "What was that! HAH!"
"I-" Faith gulped. "A dream."
"Leave her alone," Harry muttered in his sleep.
"A dream?" Faith noticed the scared look in his eyes. "OF WHAT!" Faith shook her head. Her father cursed. He dragged her out into the kitchen and slammed her into the cabinet. "What was the dream about?" he spat in her face. "I told you, that stupid whore left me to deal with another whore like you! She knew you'd be a disappointment."
Harry jumped in his sleep again. "Don't."
"I was getting married," Faith said without thinking.
Her father's eyes popped out of his head. "You? Married?" Faith nodded. He laughed loudly. Something Faith didn't know how to do. He walked over to the drawer and pulled out the last thing Faith wanted to see him hold. A butcher knife. He held it close to her lip. "I'm gonna go out. And when I get back. I want some real answers."
And to show her that he wasn't playing around he slowly cut her lip just above her skin. He dropped the knife and left.
Harry relaxed. "Run away."
Faith looked at the knife. He had threatened her. She knew she had to leave. She didn't know where, she just knew she had to. Quickly, she got to her feet, ran to her room and began packing. But what would she do when she was done? She would figure that part out later. But right now, she had to concentrate on packing.
All Faith had was three baggy shirts, and two pairs of pants. Besides what she was wearing now. She packed up her stolen make-up, and even twenty dollars that she had stolen from her dad. Then she reached under her bed and pulled out a jar full of money. Faith had always planned on running away. She was just never ready. She saved about fifty dollars worth. The rest, which was about 100, she stole.
After packing that, she went around the house looking for any loose change. She found a lot in her fathers dresser drawer. She also found his check book. Something she knew she would need. She knew they had money, she wasn't sure how much, but they had it.
After that she called a taxi cab, told them to hurry and was out on her porch, waiting.
Sorry about the delay guys