Giving Up

Chapter 13 : Reveal

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"Are you threatening me?" Asked Peter confused.

"No, I am not. I am asking for help."

"Just give up." He said as he put his hand on my shoulder. I looked at it, he quickly removed it.

"You know that I am not. If you are not willing to help me then I will do it by myself." I said believing my words. "I'm going to bed."

"Are you going to sleep already? Let us watch a film at least."

"My T.V is broken, but we can stay in the saloon if you want."

"Yeah that would be great. I will be choosing a film."

"And I will go to shower quickly." I went to the bathroom took off my clothes and began to shower, I was starting to realise that I was thinking of Miley without even noticing. It was like she is in my stomach, so my stomach twisted with nerves each time she came across my mind.

"Are you staying there forever?" Shouted Peter from down stairs.

"I'm coming!" I shouted back.

I stopped thinking. If he didn't call me I would probably be still thinking. Dammit I have bigger things to worry about like which college I will be going to after graduation, grandma and mostly Harry. I stepped out of my bathroom and went down stairs. Peter was lying on the left couch next to the big window that allows you to watch our pool.

"Did you pick a film?" I asked

"I looked into a list of all new films and I picked an amazing one."

"Which one?" I asked as I took two bottles of soda from the fridge.

"Just wait and see."

I laid on the other couch and waited for the film to begin as Peter asked : "Have you been thinking about the answer you will give to Miley?"

"I don't know Peter. You know it's really hard to decide especially right now when everything is slipping out of my hands."

"Don't forget that you promised to give her an answer soon. Can't you see that she is in love with you? You are too Troy, it's pretty clear."

"I didn't forget but I have a lot of things going on in my mind. How can you tell if I'm in love with her or not?"

"Whenever you are with her your eyes smile." He answered in a sleepy voice.

"If you were in my shoes what will you do? I asked, once again, no answer. "Peter?" Oh great he slept already. I took my pillow and throw it at him. He didn't react, he just took the pillow and tried to drift off into dreams. I walked to his couch and tugged away his covers.

"I want to sleep." He muttered.

"Fine, I will just keep watching this stupid film you chose."

By the time the movie ended I somehow fell asleep.

*Harry's POV*

I'm already out of alcohol? I better go get some more. I step out of the house feeling dizzy, walk to my car and get in. I drove for a few minutes when I saw a dark car with blue and red lights stopping in front of me so I stopped as a policeman walked towards me.

"Good evening young man." He said. "Can I have your papers?"

"Good evening Mr officer, these are my papers." I replied.

"Are you drunk." He asked. I didn't answer his question. "Get out of the car." He ordred.

I got out of the car and it was clear enough for him to see that I'm drunk. "Turn around." He said as he pushed me against the car and locked my hands with something heavy and forces me to get in his car. I think I'm being arrested. 

He drove until we got to the police station.There were two others in front of that huge building who came to help me get out of the car. 

"He was driving and he is drunk." Said the one who arrested me.

"Should we throw him in jail?" Asked one of them.

"Am I being arrested?" I yelled. "I am not going to jail, let go my arms. What are you taking me to jail for?" I yell vulgarly.

"Don't you know that driving when you are dead drunk leads you to jail." They say as they throw me in a room that is quite scary and walk away.

"I will sue you, you will all get to jail." I screamed as I hit the door with my shoulders trying to open it. Suddenly, I fell down, it seems that I don't have any power left to stand on my both feets. Somehow I fell asleep. 

-The next morning-

I woke up with a headache, not knowing where I am but unfortunately I knew where I was. 

"You have visitors, stand up and follow me." Said a policeman interrupting my thinking as he put the cuff around my hands. I walked behind him, we entered a room. It was a huge one, there was a big glass that keeps the prisoners from the visitors. Wait is that Troy? What is he doing here? I walk to the seat and grab the phone that allows us to talk.

"Harry are you okay, how did you get here? I received a call from Mr Derek this morning." He asked as his face expressions turned to worried.

"How do you think I feel in a small cell with barred doors and no window confine, with a small metal frame with a worn out mattress and thin blankets make your sleeping area?" I answered coldly as if it was his fault. "Don't you think that it's because of you Troy?" 

"Why are you still acting this way Harry? I am worried about you and you're still treating me like a piece of shit? I just came here to tell you that I'm going to charge a lawyer for you so you can get out of this awful place." He sighed heavily feeling the opposite of content. It feels like his whole world is slowly crumbling around him and he had no control over it whatsover. He would hit a brick wall and it looked like there is no way to getting around or over it.

"I don't need your help, I will get out in two days." I said hanging off the phone. Walked to my room with the policeman of course. I entered that unclean room in which there is a bed and a toilet bowl. I laid on the bed and began to think. Troy seems to be upset, sad and heart broken but I don't care it's because of him that this is happening to me. If it wasn't him, I wouldn't be stuck here watching my future fade away.

A few hours later the police man interrupted my thoughts saying: "You have another visitor."

"Who is it?" I asked

"Follow me!" He ordered.

I got up and turn around so he can lock my hands with that heavy metal cuff again. We walked to the same room. I sat on the chair waiting for the visitor to come. Suddenly, Jason showed up. 

He rose the phone and said: "Hey Harry, I just came here to help you out."

"Since when do you care?"

"Since the day I gave you a ride home when you were dead drunk that you couldn't even drive your own car, the day you told me about you being on drugs. Did you forget about it?"

My face went slack, mouth slightly open, body unmoving, and color drained from my face as I stared wide-eyed him. I just froze up to a point where you can hardly see me breathing, but when the shock began to melt away, everything returned slowly. 

"I just came here to watch you suffer and tell you that it took me too much work to destroy your friendship with Troy." He took a stand and before he hangs the phone, he added : "Oh I almost forgot, I will talk to the officers so they can help you out with the drug thing." And walked away.

Hearing those words cuts me like a knife. Karma.