Dusk h.s.

Chapter 13

I sit there, on Harry's couch in my bra and Harry hovers over me, staring wide eyed at the crimson red slashes on my small wrists.

"Harry..."

"This is not what I think it is, Anna. Please tell me it's not." He says, desperately searching my eyes for an answer. "Tell me I'm fucking seeing these. Tell me anything, but do not tell me you're doing this to yourself."

I don't say a word. I don't have anything to say. He grabs my wrist and gently rubs his thumb over the small cuts that I'd managed to hide with long sleeves for the past few weeks. I see pain flash across his eyes. He slowly bends down and places a kiss on my wrist. He does the same to the other then his eyes go back to mine.

"Why?"

"Harry...."

"Why would you do this to yourself?"

"Harry, I....."

"WHY?" He yells. I cringe as he raises his voice. He notices my reaction and settles. "Anna....."

"Get off of me, Harry." I can feel my eyes filling with fresh tears.

"You can't do this to yourself, Anna."

"Please just get off of me, Harry."

He surprisingly obeys and I scramble up to reclaim my shirt. I slip it on and button it quickly.

"I have to go." I say, grabbing my bag.

His hand encloses around my forearm. "Hell no! I can't let you leave like this, Anna. Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"It's none of you're business."

"How can you keep hurting yourself?"

"That's none of your business."

"Anna..."

"HARRY, IT'S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!" I yell, making my point loud and clear.

"Anna, you can't keep doing this."

"Stop telling me what to do!" I snap furiously.

When I try to walk away, he's grabbing my wrist and pulling me back into his chest.

"Anna, you stop. Stop hurting yourself!"

I throw my hand up in the air. "There you go again. Do you not know how to mind your own business?"

"I care about you, Anna."

"Well, you care too much." I say, ripping my arm out of his grip and walking straight for the door.

"Listen to me, okay? You cannot cut yourself. It's dangerous."

"YOU'RE DANGEROUS!" I yell, turning to face him.

He instantly becomes quiet. A dark expression takes over his face, mixed with confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"Hunter thinks there's something seriously dangerous about you. Maybe I'm starting to believe him."

"What the fuck?! You were just playing tonsil hockey with me on my couch. Now you're saying a dumbass deemed me as dangerous and you immediately run for the hills?"

"I'm not running, Harry."

"Yes you are." He walks closer to me.

I back away slowly. "No I'm not."

He stares at me with a blank expression momentarily. He firmly grabs my wrist and I immediately try to fight him. He's too strong.

"This? This is running away. You're not facing your problems, you're hiding from them." He stares at me intently as I still try to pull my wrist away. "And this is visible proof, Anna!" He snaps at me.

"Let go of me, Harry!"

Instead, his grip tightens. "I care about you. Fuck, I want you for goodness sakes, but I don't want you to do this."

"Well we don't all get what we want."

With one motion, he presses me up against the door and his lips go to mine. Well, that makes two attempts of me trying to leave and ending up like this.

His kiss calms me down. He slowly pulls his lips away as they attach to mine.

"Shhhh." He says softly.

"Let me go." I whisper.

"I'll let you go, but you have to promise not to run."

"I can't promise you that." I whisper back, staring into his full, green eyes.

With a sigh he let's me go. I stare up at him cautiously as he backs away slowly. When he's far enough to where I can get space, I bolt out the door, quickly making my way as far away from him as possible.