Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Night In Daddy's Bed: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

HARRISON'S POV When my lungs finally began to burn, I reached upward instinctively, clawing for air with desperate hands. My head broke through the surface and I rolled onto my back, dragging huge gulps of oxygen into my chest. Behind me, the stern of the narrowboat had already slipped beneath the canal. Somewhere inside the workshop, metal drums exploded one after another like grenades. The engine had died, yet the boat continued drifting slowly away from me, turning in lazy circles.I struggled toward the bank, mud sucking greedily at my shoes. Reeds bent beneath my fingers as I dragged myself upward. Someone stretched out a hand to help me, but I ignored it. All I wanted was to lie down. To stop moving. To rest.My body twisted awkwardly as I hauled myself onto the towpath. My legs bumped uselessly against the edge of the canal until I finally collapsed onto the deserted path. Overhead, giant construction cranes stood silhouetted against a ceiling of grey cloud.Then I noticed Bob

HARRISON'S POV Aunt Gracie had always made the best milky tea. She used to throw an extra scoop of tealeaves into the pot and add another generous splash of milk to my cup. I had no idea where Ruiz had managed to find something similar, but it washed the taste of blood and petrol from my mouth.Sitting in the front seat of a squad car, I cradled the cup in both hands, trying unsuccessfully to stop them from trembling.“You should really get that looked at,” Ruiz said.My bottom lip was still bleeding. I touched it carefully with the tip of my tongue.Ruiz stripped the cellophane from a packet of cigarettes and offered me one.I shook my head. “I thought you’d quit.”“I blame you.” He lit the cigarette and dragged deeply. “We chased that bloody stolen hire car for nearly fifty miles. Ended up finding two fourteen-year-olds and an eleven-year-old inside it. Meanwhile, we had officers staking out railway stations, airports, bus depots… I had every available cop in the northwest searchin

HARRISON'S POV I was pacing like a mad woman in front of the police station.Back and forth.My heels clicked hard against the concrete floor while my hands trembled by my sides. Every few seconds I looked toward the entrance again, praying they would finally let Harrison out.The cold evening wind brushed against my skin, but I barely felt it. My entire body was too tense. Too restless.I hated this feeling.Waiting.The media vans parked outside the station made everything worse. Reporters stood close to the gate like hungry wolves waiting for fresh meat. Cameras flashed every now and then, and every time I heard the clicking sound my chest tightened.I wrapped my coat tighter around myself and looked at the entrance again.Still nothing.“Oh God,” I muttered under my breath. “Please just let him come out.”I didn’t even realize I was rubbing my stomach until the movement became automatic.The thought still felt unreal sometimes.A few days ago my biggest problem had been surviving

Ruby's POVI sat on the edge of Harrison's bed for what felt like forever, my hands clasped tightly together as I stared at the bedroom door.Every few minutes I checked the time on my phone, convinced that he would walk through the door at any second.He never did.The house had long since fallen silent. Even the staff had disappeared into their quarters and the endless hallways seemed eerily empty.Yet Harrison was nowhere to be found.At first I tried convincing myself that he was probably busy. Maybe he was working. Maybe he was in one of the rooms I hadn't checked.But as the hours crawled by, that excuse became harder and harder to believe. Especially after what I had seen.The image kept replaying inside my head.My stomach twisted.I stood abruptly from the bed and paced the room.No.I couldn't keep sitting here.I needed to talk to someone before I completely lost my mind.Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through my contacts until I found Jock's name.Without giving myself t

Ruby's POVThe moment I turned around and saw Harrison standing there, my heart nearly stopped.The shovel slipped from my fingers and landed on the ground with a loud thud.For a few seconds, nobody spoke. The cold night air suddenly felt heavier.Jock stood beside me, his hand still gripping his own shovel while Harrison stared at both of us like he was trying very hard not to lose his temper.I swallowed hard.His face was unreadable, that was somehow worse than him yelling."Uh..." Jock cleared his throat awkwardly. "Good evening."Harrison looked at him, then completely ignored him. His eyes moved to me."Ruby."The way he said my name made my stomach tighten but I forced a smile."Hi."His jaw ticked then he asked the question I wasn't expecting."So you're back with Jock now?"I blinked."What?"His eyes narrowed."I asked a simple question."Beside me, Jock looked horrified."Harrison—""Not talking to you."Jock immediately shut up.I rubbed my forehead. Of all the things he