Unleashed

Off To The Cabin (Part 1)

Bon coneur ne peut mentir

A phrase in which that I had been hearing for the past week. Whether I was going to sleep, in the middle of a dream, or even taking a shower, I could hear someone whispering it to me. Getting fed up by the 3rd day I just asked Harry what it meant.

"It's a phrase." He says as we sat down to train, "It means 'The heart sees farther than the head."

He sat there and gave me a handful of different Phrases that were used a lot in his packed. One of them even included the quote that I asked my mom to translate for me.

Getting out my car as I pulled in front of Charlottes place as I could hear the phrase being whispered to me again as I cut off the engine. My hand began to shake as a strange urge for me to draw began creeping over it. Considering the fact that I made a pack with Daniel to leave all of my art stuff at home, I didn't even have so much of a pen on me. So as I rubbed my hands together to fight from the cold I called Charlotte to let her know I was here and opened my car door.

A heated sensation began to run through me as I sat on the trunk of my car waiting for Charlotte to come out of her house. Looking around I tentatively pulled my sleeves over my hands as my phone buzzes. The snow had stopped falling for the morning, but was set to start back tonight. With it only being 2 weeks before Christmas break the owners to the cabin that we were going to stay at called and asked can we take it this weekend instead of next. So with only 3 days to get everything, we managed to get everyone ready and set to go. Training has been going well with Harry and he decided that it was fine for us to take a break from Friday night to Monday morning when we got back, but within those days of us training I allowed myself to open up a bit to Harry letting him know about small stuff about my uncle, like how I only liked Jelly sandwiches till I was 8, and how when I was having a panic attack my uncle would sing Beth to me to calm me down. Although Harry thought that it was cute, I realized that Harry training me and Harry studying math with me was two completely different things, in which he got distracted, really fast.

"Come on, Harry," I gushed as he leans to the side of me as we sat on the couch in the entertainment room in my house, "I have a math quiz tomorrow and I have to study."

He smiles, "We are studying." He says as he kissing my neck.

"Kissing, isn't math." I giggle.

"It is."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

Turning to face him I say, 'Then give me an example."

He smiles as he raises his hand running his thumb over my bottom lip, smiling as I absently licked my lips, "You're lips + my lips," he moves his thumb brushing over my cheeks as he looks down at my lips and leans in closer, "Equals perfection."

Harry was 98.9% distraction, but he was my distraction.
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Setting my alarm off on my car for a second to grab Charlottes attention I waited till I saw the doorknob turn before I yelled. "Charlotte Penelope Montgomery!" the door swung opened as I yelled, "If you don't hurry up, I'm leaving you!"

"Annabear, I'm going to tell you this once and only once." She says as she walks out the house with her duffle bags, "Do not call me by my government name and please," she groans, "Please do not call me by my middle name."

I smiled, "I like Penelope."

"Do I fucking look like a Penelope?" she says as she places a hand on her hip.

I look her over once as I say, "No, you look more like a Hoe name Stacy."

She stared at me with her mouth opened as she says, "I can't believe you just called me a hoe." Pushing her hair off her shoulder she says, "I'm more of a high end call girl named Emily."