Everything I Didn't Say

Chapter 57

Eleanor's POV.

Anne opens the door and shuts it right away. She turns back at me, gives me a blank look then opens the door again. An old blue eyed man look right at me. Dirty old ripped clothes, black pants but I can see brown stains on them. Pepperd long beard and long hair. His eyes are so blue, they look a lot like Harry's too. I stand still wondering who he might be.

"Anne. I'm sorry." He speaks. Anne starts pinching herself.

"Tell me this is a dream please!" She cries. Not knowing what's happening I just stand frozen.

"It's not." He looks down.

"I THOUGHT YOU HAD DIED!" She yells.

"Everyone did." His voice is as deep as harry's. Maybe even lower.

"Did you have to do this? I was thinking that you could be trusted...Did you have to ruin what was shining? Now it's all rusted...Did you have to hit me, where I'm weak? I couldn't breathe. ..And rub it in so deep, salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me.." She starts crying harder.

"I'm sorry. I really am." He comes closer to her and she steps back farther.

"Did you think we'd be? Still got scars on my back from your knife. So don't think it's in the past, these kinda wounds they last and they last now.Did you think it all through? All these things will catch up to you and time can heal but this won't, so if you're coming my way just ...don't." She puts her hands over her face and sits on the small sofa closest to the open the door.
Cold wind blows in and I am still standing there frozen looking at the homeless looking man.

"Harry, was that Harry who just left!?" He points outside.

I nod.

"I knew it was! It had to be! I felt it! My son!" He cries.

"You? Harry's father?" I put the puzzle pieces together out loud.

"Yes! I am! And I've been gone but now I'm back! I've changed!" He expresses by raising both his hands and tapping on his chests while he speaks.

I'm at a confused state, does Anne want him to leave? Or do I invite him inside so I can close the door to keep from the cold wind blowing in? But I can't do that! I don't even live here, I'm only waiting for Harry to bring my things so I can leave!

"Anne, please.." He looks towards her with wide watery eyes.

Trying to put my finger on this feeling. I can't remember what we came here for. Everything we try to say has hidden meaning. When he's the kind of tired that sleep can't cure. Time moves slow,Waiting for this to evolve. When hearts have nothing to hold, They let go. So what the hell are they waiting for? Are they lovers or liars? Are they burning up to keep this fire alive? God loves a trier, But there's nothing left to try . Lying to themselves, lying to each other. Hiding from the truth, lying under covers. Holding onto reasons she should keep him. When all the things he loved are now her flaws. Should they lose everything we've got, or settle for something that they are not? And all will be forgiven If they go back ? Can they go back?

Behind him I see Harry pull up to the drive way. The way he slams the car door is so loud. I jump as I hear the noise waking me from my wondering. Anne looks up and his father turns.

Harry pushes past his father holding my purse along with my little black dress in hand. He walks straight towards me showing no emotion. "Let's go." He grabs my arm.

"Okay." I look past him, at his father.

"Harry," he walks up to him in a broken soft voice. "I'm.. I'm your father."