Darling, just hold on

9. Firsts and firsts in a long time

Saturday 12/02/2011 – Sunday 13/02/2011

Harry's POV

It was already 19.30 when I entered my house. I hoped that everyone would be out. I really didn't want to explain. Nobody here cared about me except my dad but he's always at work and when he's home, he hangs around Debbie's neck all the time. Why would I share my happiness with people who don't care about me?

I walked slowly inside when I saw Debbie sitting in front of the TV. When she saw me, she started shouting.
It wasn't the first time at all but I can't get used to it. I hate it when people are mad. I'm always afraid to disappoint them. Even when I don't like them.

'Where have you been. You haven't been home since yesterday morning. I had told you, you had to get groceries and you haven't done any of your chores.' She yelled.

'I'm sorry, I was babysitting but it was really late when they came home so I slept in their guest room. Today I was hanging out with their son and I've lost track of time. I'm really sorry. I will do my chores now.' I said trying to calm her down.

'Babysitting? You are worthless. Nobody would trust you with their children. You aren't even responsible enough to live and provide on your own. You cost so much money that your dad has to work so much and why he's so unhappy because he's never home. So, stop lying and tell me where you were.'

That hurts. I never wanted my dad to be unhappy.

'I'm telling the truth, really, I would never lie. I will start with the laundry now.' I said.

After that, walked up stairs. I was almost on the first floor when I got pulled back by my hair. 'Why does everybody always need to pull at my hair?' I thought before falling down the stairs, and a few seconds later, everything went black.

I open my eyes and everything is dark. My head is killing me and my shoulder and ankle really hurt. I try to sit up but immediately, I get really dizzy.
I place my back against the wall and try to slow down my breathing. Debbie had never liked me. I knew that because she always shouted at me but she never physically hurt me. I guess there needs to be a first for everything.

Then, I hear footsteps coming downstairs. I really hope it isn't Debbie.
What seemed like forever, but in reality, were only 20 seconds, I see Mike opening the door and walking to the kitchen. He hasn't seen me yet. I can see him taking a glass and filling it with water. He must be thirsty. I'm thirsty too but I can't get up.

'Hey Mike,' I begin but it scared him and he jumps in the air.

'Hey, what are you doing down here, shouldn't you be asleep?' He asks when he realizes it's me.

'Yes, I should be but I fell down the stairs and moving hurts. But could you bring me a glass of water? I'm really thirsty.' I explain to him, leaving out his moms' involvement. He is a sweet kid and he is only 8 years old. He is still innocent.

'Yeah, of course. Do I need to wake mum up so she can bring you to your room?' He asked trying to help.

'No, no need to, but can you wake up my dad. I would like to see him.' I tell him.

He brings me a glass of water and then goes upstairs to my dad's and Debbie's room. There is no chance I will tell him what happened. He always believes Debbie over me but if he is there, hopefully, Debbie won't yell or do something else.

When my dad comes downstairs with Debbie right behind him, his face is filled with concern.

'Are you okay? You look really pale.' He asked.