LOGINHAZEL When I woke up the next morning, I was still wrapped in those same arms. Harris was fast asleep, holding me tightly.Carefully, I slipped out of bed, trying not to wake him. I quietly walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and got ready for the new day. As I stood there, an idea came to me. Today, I was going to change things a little. Harris had been bringing me breakfast in bed every single morning since I got here.Now it was my turn. I was going to make breakfast for him. It felt... Normal. At Axel's mansion, I hadn't even been allowed to cook, not even allowed inside the kitchen. The thought of making something as simple as breakfast suddenly felt like freedom.By the time I walked back into the bedroom, Harris was already awake. We stared at each other, and I smiled."Good morning.""Good morning," he replied, running a hand through his messy hair."Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.""It's fine." He smiled. "The moment you got out of bed, it got cold
HAZELI waited for Harris to come into the bedroom that night..... But he never did.I wanted to go out and see if he was okay, ask him what was going on and see if everything was alright. But then I remembered, He had made me promise to stay inside the room until the men with the gun left.I reminded myself that they were supposed to leave tomorrow. I just had to be patient. So I stayed awake as long as I could. Eventually, exhaustion won, and I drifted into a light sleep.By the break of dawn, I was awake again, but Harris was a no-show. I decided to take a shower, brush my teeth, and get ready. Mostly because I needed something to do with myself. There was nothing else to do in this room, and I was about to die of boredom.I was just getting dressed inside the closet when the bedroom door opened."Hello, baby. Good morning." Harris."I'm in the closet," I called back while pulling on my shirt."Okay," he replied, his voice growing closer. "I brought you breakfast. Your favourite."
HAZEL And then the questions started pouring in.How long would this food last?Could I ration it?And if I had to leave... How long would it take me to get out of here?Did I even know where I was?Did Axel already know where I was?Was he already looking for me?Would he find me before Harris came back?Was Harris even alive? What if Axel captured him somehow, and he's torturing him somewhere....?I couldn't stop thinking. I couldn't stop imagining. How angry would Axel be? What would he do to me if he got me back? Was he looking for me? Was Harris okay?I wished more than anything that I had a phone. Just one phone call, one message.... Anything from Harris to give me an indication that he was okay But I had nothing. No phone, no way of contacting him and no way of knowing anything. It was so frustrating.So I paced and wandered around the house. I took a tour through every room, even though there was nothing to see. In one of the studies, I found a book that looked interesting.
HAZEL The whole day, Harris brought me food, drinks, and whatever I needed into the bedroom. But... yeah. It still kind of felt like a prison.It was a lot similar to the first time I walked into Axel's mansion, where Angela had been put in charge of me, and they wouldn't let me leave the house until I stopped running and causing chaos.Then I reminded myself that this was different. I was willingly here, and I was only doing it until the men left. That was all. This was nothing like Axel's mansion That night, after dinner, I waited for Harris to come back into the room and tell me the men downstairs were finally leaving. Instead, he came in with completely different news."We're going to have to leave for a little while."I frowned."Leave? Where are we going?"He smiled."Not you, baby. We... me and the guys. We have to leave. There's something we have to deal with.""What kind of thing?""Relax, chill," he said. "It's just a few things we need to straighten out, and then hopefull
HAZEL When I woke up the next morning, Harris wasn't beside me, and his side was cold. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, doing my business, brushing my teeth, washing my face, and trying to wake myself up properly.By the time I walked back out into the bedroom, the door opened, and Harris walked in carrying a tray of breakfast."Hi," I said, suddenly feeling a little unsure and embarrassed about last night now that we were in the light."Hello, beautiful. Good morning," he said, coming over and kissing me on the lips before setting the tray down.Then he took my hands and pulled me toward the bed. "I thought I'd bring you breakfast in bed.""Thank you. That's so nice.""I know," he said with a wink.I laughed. The tension in the room had suddenly gone.I sat down on the bed, and he placed the tray in front of me. As I started eating, he sat there watching me with a smile, just like he had done yesterday.I guess he still couldn't believe I was here, just like I couldn't.
HAZEL I swallowed hard, my throat dry. After everything he had done for me, I didn't want to just shut him down. As I said, I loved him. I just wasn't ready for this level of intimacy. A lot had happened, and the truth was, I was still unsettled.Sensing the shift in me, Harris let go. He gently but firmly turned me around so I was facing him. Even though it was pitch black, I knew we were looking right at each other."What happened?" he asked, reaching out to take my hand.At his words, my heart felt like it was going to throw a fit, hammering violently against my ribs."What did Moretti do?" Harris pressed, his voice tight. I could feel his stare on me, even though I couldn't see his expression."What did he do to you? What did his men do to you? Tell me. Did he force himself on you? Did he... rape you?" He growled.Before he could even finish the sentence, a desperate instinct took over me. I don't know why....or maybe I just didn't want to admit it, but I just lunged forward and
HAZELHe exhales sharply.“The time and energy you’re using to fight me, you could be using it for something better. I thought you’d come in here asking to enrol online. Study something you actually like. Something you’re actually good at instead of failing courses at community college.”My hands t
HAZELI’m back....And whatever I did last night, whatever they did while I was drunk, I didn’t come back here on my own.What the hell? What the hell happened last night? And how the hell did I get back here? How the hell did I fucking get back here?I hate this house. I hate this room. The las
HAZELAxel gives me a look.A look that says I’m way beneath him.A look that says I am undeserving of an answer or an explanation.“You’re here, aren’t you?” he says, almost bored. “You’re safe, you’re fed, you have a roof over your head, and that’s all you need to know.”That gets my anger rollin
HAZELAngela freezes as she stares at me.“Remo? Why?”“You told me he’s the only one who might know where Axel is,” I say flatly. “And I want to know where he is.”“That’s not a good idea,” she says. “And Remo isn’t here.”“I can wait,” I answer undeterred by her words.She studies me. “You’re loo







