The Fallen Angel *EDITING*

Chapter 15: Adopting Peyton

June 29th;

"Today is the first day of hiding. I used the notebook Harry found me to write in. I really miss Jack and Bradley. Harry came to see me this morning, but only for a little. I don't know if I could last a week in this small room. Knowing my life is on the line doesn't help either.

I can hear people outside my door. Their happy conversations and laughter send jealousy coursing through my veins. I know its a childish thing to get mad over but its not fair. Why should I stay locked up in here but everyone else gets to enjoy themselves? Seven days of my life are going to be wasted in this hell hole.

Sometimes I wish Harry never came into my life, well at least not like this. He is the only thing keeping me sane throughout this time.

I am now left to countdown the days till I can be free again.

Six days, eleven hours, two minutes."

**

A knock on the door awakes me from my dreams. My sleepy and dazed state makes it hard for me to lift myself up off the floor. I rub my eyes and give a small yawn before walking over to the door. All the locks are undone before I come face to face with a framiliar pair of green eyes.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"I brought you something to eat."

I step aside to give Harry some room. He sets a tray on my bedside table, a tray filled with pasta and breadsticks. He blushes and nervously rubs the back of his neck. "I uh, made it myself."

The small gesture makes me smile.

Harry grabs my hand and sits me down on the bed. "The others and I have come up with a plan."

My eyes light up and I am suddenly filled with hope. This may be my ticket out of here.

"We don't know if it will work," he begins.

"Oh I dont care! Just tell me!"

My giggly behavior makes him chuckle. "Well I am going to see father later this week. I will tell him that I went through with the job and hopefully he will asign me to another job. But there is one flaw in the plan."

I swallow the lump in my throat. Is it better to know or not?

"There is a ninty percent chance I will have to leave."

"No." my voice barely audible. I grip onto his bicep as tears start to flow from my eyes. "Y-You can't leave."

He gives a heavy sigh and pulls me into his lap as I sob. He plays with my hair, wrapping different strands around his finger. "Its the only way to keep you safe."

"I would rather die one thousand times over then have you leave me!" I jump up from his lap. "Harry you can't leave, I love you. You're all I have left."

"Thats not true."

"Bradley is drifting away from us, my mom is drinking herself into a hole and Jack is dying of pain and loneliness."

"Don't yell at me Samantha. Im doing all I can for you!" he raises his voice.

"You're not doing anything but keeping me locked up in a room!" I wave my arms to exaggerate my point.

"Would you rather be out there where Father could get to you? Do you want a fucking replay of last time?"

"Fuck off!" I scream. Harry growls in frustration and slams me against the wall.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" he growls in a demonic voice. I struggle to get away from him but that only makes things worse. His fingers dig deeper into my wrists.