Cold Hearted

Confessions (Part Two)

Elena POV

I simply stared into Harry's glossy blue eyes, ones that I could tell just from looking at them have cried many tears. Harry took slow and long deep breaths for a while, in the meantime, we simply stared at each other and let him put some of the weight onto me just so he could conjure up the courage to speak. I was calm and patient, not saying a word so when he was ready he could simply begin without having to wait for me to stop talking. He closed his eyes one more time and began speaking,

"I-I... I've j-just never had a nice l-life... I d-don't remember the l-last time I w-was... happy b-before now... b-before I m-met ya"

I could tell this was going to be hard for him, but I was ready and willing to listen and take some of the load off him. He needs it bad, it's obvious he does. I'm just hoping he's open, honest, and truthful with me throughout,

"Oh Harry... that doesn't sound too good. If you want to, I can just sit quietly and listen if that helps? Do you trust me?"

Harry slowly opened his teary eyes and looked at me for a moment before nodding a little. I softly smiled and scooted a little closer to him so he could really feel that I was going to help him, not hurt him,

"Then talk to me, let it all go, everything that you have on your shoulders I want you to share with me if you're comfortable with that. All I want you to do is get some of that baggage weighing you down off alright? And I promise, what is said in this cell stays in this cell"

Harry got a little bit of his smile back which made me smile a little more too. It took him quite some time, a lot of deep breaths and peaceful moments of silence for him to simply get his emotions under control were very much needed. I knew he would start when he was ready, so I didn't even attempt to rush him.

When Harry did calm down, he now simply looked drained. His tears had stopped, but judging by how long it took to calm him down in the first place I can assume that they won't be gone for long. He opened his eyes after another moment of meditation of sorts and stared down at our hands, he was actually warming me up which... is still really sweet. I'm just glad he does have a real caring side it seems. He sighed before speaking for the first time in a few minutes or so,

"Well... my life was alright for a while, but then my ma died. After that... everything changed for the worse. My older sister Harriet... well she ran away and I rarely see her now, only in corners of alleyways doing who knows what... it's like she isn't even my sister... as for CJ, my dad kicked her out as soon as she was old enough ta survive on her own... he saw her as the reason my ma was dead. Me? I didn't get such as easy way out... ya see..... uh sorry.... I've never really... said any of this stuff out loud before... only Uma knows a little and she uses it against me.... anyway.... my dad has... a drinking problem. A massive drinking problem at that... but ye see, his crew ain't what it used ta be... so he can't just go pillage and plunder for more rum.... so... ta get his rum... or anything he wanted as a matter of fact... he...... h-he used ta... sell me out"

I intently listened and only showed my bits of shock and horror internally, externally I stayed calm and supportive, but on the inside, I was already stunned. I let him figure out his words though, even when he paused or stuttered I didn't say a thing, he needs the patience I can tell. He really wasn't kidding when he said his family wasn't together anymore, what a shame... and what does "sell me out" mean?

"Sell you out? Like... for hard labor?"

I quietly inquired. He simply shrugged, his eyes welled up with tears again and his grip on my hands tightened. I waited patiently for his response, but when I did get it... I was... absolutely horrified...