*Ann's P.O.V*
The drive home is antagonizing slow and awkward. Dad better not decide to stop anywhere, or I'm walking home.
"Is anybody hungry?" I'm walking home. I shake my head no while Harry says yes. I roll my eyes and sigh. "There is a McDonalds coming up in the next town so we'll stop there."
"McDonalds?" Harry sounds disgusted by it so I give him a glare.
"Hey, at least it's not jail food." My dad retorts back. Harry just huffs and sinks further in his seat while looking out the window. He needs to be much nicer to my dad because he is offering a better place than a jail cell. He didn't need to take in a murderer.
When we arrive at McDonalds my dad gets out and Harry won't get out. The tension is real and large. He could kill me right now in this small truck. I can feel his eyes on me while I just stare out the window with my jaw clenched. Harry isn't getting out so I roughly scooch over to the drivers side to get out but I am stopped by Harry's hand wrapped around my forearm. I quickly look at him and he has an eyebrow raised, what is his problem? I pull away from him and get out. He follows behind me into McDonalds.
"I'm ordering for you two so go find a seat kiddos." Does he have to leave me with Harry after what he did in the truck?
I go to a raised three seater by the window and take a seat by the window. Harry sits down across from me. I huff and turn my body to face the window and rest my elbows on my knees.
"Hey..." I cut Harry off and turn to face him with my arms crossed on the table leaning in.
"Whatever you think you're doing, you better stop. And you better be nice towards my dad because he didn't have to take you in. Right now you could be in jail eating lord knows what." Harry is left shocked and speechless from my rant, good. I hope I gave off the impression to him that I'm not a quiet angel.
"Oh look, you can talk." He says sarcastically and smirks while I roll my eyes at him. My dad comes with our food and drinks and sets them down.
"Sorry Harry, I didn't know what kind of drink you wanted so I just got you some coke." My dad tells him apologetically. I give Harry the 'be nice' glare.
"That's fine, sir." Harry rolls his eyes. I slightly kick him and he narrows his eyes towards me. My dad coughs trying to ease the tension.
I first eat my McChicken while Harry eats his fries. It looks like my dad got him a Big Mac meal and living on the rich side of town, you never eat McDonalds so I can't wait to see Harry try the Big Mac.
I'm halfway through my parfait before Harry even attempts to eat the Big Mac.
"It's really good Harry. Way better than jail food." My dad tries to convince him to eat it. Harry takes a bite into it and I slightly giggle at him because of the face he's making. He gives me a death glare so I shut up and look down.
"It's nasty." My dad and I look at him with a very shocked face and say "no way" in unison. Harry just shrugs and pushes it away from him.
"We can get you something else if you want." My dad offers and Harry nods his head yes so Dad and Harry go get something else.
They come back with a small bag. Dad pulls out two apple pies, one for me and one for him. He then pulls out a McChicken for Harry. Harry gobbles it down and I just snicker and shake my head. Really? He won't eat a Big Mac but he will eat a chicken sandwich with mayonnaise? What a joke.
"Ready kiddos?" We both nod and head out to finally go home.
When we reach home my dad gets out and once again Harry stays back so without hesitation I get out swiftly after my dad to avoid what happened at McDonalds. I go inside and say hello to every one then go up to my bedroom, to be finally away from the murderer.
*Harry's P.O.V*
When we left McDonalds, either my confidence levels were down or hers were really up because she didn't seem scared of me at all. She just watched and laughed at me. Murderers aren't supposed to be funny.
After driving on what seemed like an endless deserted road full of crops or trees on either side of the road, we finally turned onto another road. This road is more rockier and bumpier. A house finally comes into view, so does a sign that reads "Harbor Farm". Great, I'm gonna live on a farm.
Ron gets out of the truck while I stay in here again. Ann is smarter this time though, she quickly got out right behind daddy. Maybe she is still scared of me, I hope. I get out and look at my surroundings then go inside the house.
Inside and outside of the house is very rustic and antique looking, yet clean. This doesn't look nothing like my uncles house. It actually looks more... homely. Get that out of your head Harry. My uncles house is more homely. I feel like the only one in here until I hear a males voice so that must be Ron's. I don't know where Ann could be. Maybe her room, but I don't give a shit about what she does.
I follow the males voice and when I get closer to the room I can also hear a females voice, she doesn't sound happy at all.
"Really Ronald? A murderer?" The woman's voice, who I assume is his wife, sounds spiteful. I don't blame her.
"Deborah," What is it with this family and their old fashioned names? "We don't know for sure if he is one or not." At least he understands unlike Deborah and Ann.
"I don't like the idea of this." Me neither lady. "Why didn't you tell me."
"I had C.J to tell you." I wonder who C.J is.
"I didn't want to hear it from him. I don't want you going behind my back on this kind of stuff. Mostly when it involves a murderer." I'm pretty sure Ann takes her personality from her mother.
"Debbie, this is his..." I walk in on them. Debbie sees me first then Ron follows her line of sight.
"Hello Harry. Harry this is Debbie." He motions his hand towards her and I nod.
"Hi Harry." Debbie says quickly and looks away. "I'll be out in the garden if anyone needs me." She states and leaves to go to this so called garden.
"Sorry about her Harry. She is kind of head strong so she just needs to get used to you, which will more than likely be challenging because your personalities clash." I know for sure that Ann and I do.
"I bet." I cross my arms.
"Now, I'll go over some rules." I sigh and roll my eyes. I start to walk away when a hand grabs my shoulder and turns me around. I'm met face to face with Ron again. "You will listen to us and not walk away." I nod while being annoyed.
"You will also take out your piercing and..." I start to cut him off to protest but he raises up a finger signaling me to wait. "You will also not wear those clothes. Help will be needed around here so you will help with the chores. You will respect my mother and everyone else in the house. And lastly, no relationships with my daughter. You both can be friends though." I snicker and sigh. "Got it?" Now I can protest.
"No I will not take out my piercing and not wear black or wear make up to cover up my tattoos. You guys never needed help before me so why need it now? And if they respect me, I'll respect them. Lastly, Ann and I will never be in a relationship let alone friends." I smirk at him.
"I will not argue with you anymore." Good. "Now bring your bag, I'll show you to your room." I roll my eyes and follow him.
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Harbor Farms
FanfictionAnn lives and works on a family farm on the poorer side of town. Harry is a defiant, rich boy that lives on the richer side of town with his uncle. Harry is guilty of murder but he doesn't remember murdering anyone and there is little evidence that...
