His Only Angel [h.s.]

Chapter 5

Thea Parker

It's been days since I last saw Harry.

It's been days since he confessed his feelings for me...Well kinda.

Honestly it was all really confusing to me.

Harry seemed like that type of guy who didn't know what he wanted or who changes his mind rather quickly, but yet I was the same.

I also didn't know what I wanted at the moment mostly because it never occurred to me. My parents didn't give me the talk about sexual intercourse nor did I ask about the such intimate topic, In fact mother was so prestigious about the basis of sex that she didn't even want me to have a husband when I got older let alone a boyfriend.

As for my father he was a different story, sadly he didn't care what I did in life as long as it lived up to his expectations. He wanted me to become a lawyer or a doctor, something that was exceptional to his name. I used to feel so unworthy and shamed when I didn't please him, once when I was twelve I told him that I wanted to be a journalist and you know what he did?

He beat me.

He would take me out to the shed and lay punches to my body and tell me how foolish I was, that I would never amount to anything. I used to believe all the insults because deep down I knew they were all true, my mind hasn't been able to function normally since that dreadful day. When asleep I would sometimes pretend that I was a princess trapped in a castle, awaiting my prince. It was my escape from the harsh reality that I had to soon endeavor when I woke up in the morning. You might think this is all rather sad but I think that it was a wake up call for me to unlock my full potential as an aspiring writer.

It was a dream and a nightmare at the same time.

But I guess that was a price to pay for being a disobedient brat as mother would say. She always wanted me to be a successful young lady but yet she gave me no such guidance on how. I mean I shouldn't have expected her to teach me anything considering the fact that she didn't notice the tears on my face after my father had finished with me or the bruises that were littered on my body before I left for school in the morning, nor did she acknowledge the look of utter despair that was on my face every night at the dinner table.

Or did she?

But simply not cared?

Sighing I shake my head before looking down at the book in my lap. I've been reading for the past two hours in hope that Harry would call any second. He gave me his number the day before I left his house and ever since then I have longed to here his voice. My eyes stayed glue to the screen as I awaited the ring of the cellphone. Seconds went by which slowly turned into minutes and still no avail.

Maybe I should call him?

No!

Then I would seem too pushy and desperate.

But maybe he would pick up if I make the first move...Right?

Taking a deep breath my finger hovered over his number and ever so gently I pressed call.

The phone ringed softly for a few moments until a deep voice answered.

'Hello?'

My breath hitched.

'Hello?' He asked again

Shit.

What do I say to him?

'Thea are you okay?' His deep voice quickly changed to concerned.

I sigh and finally decided to speak.