Nora felt ten times more guilty when she heard him explain himself, and she wanted to punch herself for bein such a bitch. All Harry was doing was trying to help out. He was just trying to take care of her, something that no one had done for her in a long, long time, and her she was snapping at him. She should be ashamed of herself, and she was... Her eyes started to water and she looked at the television with a blank expression on her face. Her stomach started to hurt, and then she remembere why she cocked such an attitude. He reminded her of something that she truly did not want to think about, yet there was no hiding it now. Tears were starting to brim over within her dark eyes.
"I just..." she whispered, shaking her head. "I'm in over my head, Harry. Very over my head. I'm scared all of the time."
Taking a deep breath, Nora swallowed and reached up to wipe her eyes. It took her a moment to convince herself that tell Harry would do no harm. She could trust him, couldn't she? Her teary eyes looked over at him, and her forehead wrinkled with determination. "It started when my parents left us," she murmured, "My brother and I, I mean. He was thirteen years older than me, so by the time I was in kindergarten, he was a senior in highschool. They left when I was seven, so he came home from University and started to raise me as his own. He never told my why they left or why they never decided to come back. In fact, he didn't talk about it at all... He just took care of me, loved me, made me feel special even though I felt like dirt. I mean, who's parents just leave them? Nine years later, a little after a turned sixteen, my brother passed away due to illness. He had been sick for a while, and I knew it was coming, but he did his best to make sure our lives were normal up until his last day. He told me he was proud of me, that he loved me, and that he was sorry he could not leave me with more..." Now, Nora was sobbing, having to speak through the little gasps of breath her body managed to make. "So then I was alone, and I was sent to a foster home until I graduated highschool, which was about six months ago... When I first was forced on my own, I had no money and no place to stay, so I... Well, I borrowed some money from this guy. All he wanted was to "pimp" me out a little, and I was so desperate I let him... It was just supposed to work off my debt to him, and then I would be done, but now he's intent on getting me back. Now I'm broke again, because bills are so expensive... And I'm really scared."
Her face was in her hands now, and she was shaking with her sobs. "I feel so dirty, too," she whispered, "My brother would be so ashamed, you know... And this guy frightens me. I feel like if he found me and I refused him, he's kill me right then. After all, I don't have an family left to miss me."
"I just..." she whispered, shaking her head. "I'm in over my head, Harry. Very over my head. I'm scared all of the time."
Taking a deep breath, Nora swallowed and reached up to wipe her eyes. It took her a moment to convince herself that tell Harry would do no harm. She could trust him, couldn't she? Her teary eyes looked over at him, and her forehead wrinkled with determination. "It started when my parents left us," she murmured, "My brother and I, I mean. He was thirteen years older than me, so by the time I was in kindergarten, he was a senior in highschool. They left when I was seven, so he came home from University and started to raise me as his own. He never told my why they left or why they never decided to come back. In fact, he didn't talk about it at all... He just took care of me, loved me, made me feel special even though I felt like dirt. I mean, who's parents just leave them? Nine years later, a little after a turned sixteen, my brother passed away due to illness. He had been sick for a while, and I knew it was coming, but he did his best to make sure our lives were normal up until his last day. He told me he was proud of me, that he loved me, and that he was sorry he could not leave me with more..." Now, Nora was sobbing, having to speak through the little gasps of breath her body managed to make. "So then I was alone, and I was sent to a foster home until I graduated highschool, which was about six months ago... When I first was forced on my own, I had no money and no place to stay, so I... Well, I borrowed some money from this guy. All he wanted was to "pimp" me out a little, and I was so desperate I let him... It was just supposed to work off my debt to him, and then I would be done, but now he's intent on getting me back. Now I'm broke again, because bills are so expensive... And I'm really scared."
Her face was in her hands now, and she was shaking with her sobs. "I feel so dirty, too," she whispered, "My brother would be so ashamed, you know... And this guy frightens me. I feel like if he found me and I refused him, he's kill me right then. After all, I don't have an family left to miss me."