The Cashier

Chapter 4

Harry POV

When I walked into my house, i looked around at all the beer bottles scattered around the living room and kitchen. Sighing I sat the food on the table and started to clean up all of his mess.

After cleaning up some, I looked around the house but I couldn't find my dad anywhere. I didn't worry too much I mean it's his life, if he wants to drown himself in alcohol that is his choice. He has to come home eventually. Throwing away his food, I sat down with mine and started eating while watching some random show on the tv.

After I finished eating I threw away my trash and decided to text Louis and see if we could meet up again and get help with my math.

Me:
Hey Louis its Harry, I'm sorry again about Nikki but I still need a lot of help in math, can we meet up again soon?

It seems like almost immediately I got a reply from him.

Louis:
Hi Harry! Don't worry about Nikki, I have had to deal with her for years it's nothing new, and of course I would love to help you out. I have to work all week but you can come to chick Fil a during my break, is that ok?

Harry:
Good because she can be hurtful sometimes,and can you believe she thought we were dating? 😂 she is so stupid. And Ya I can come during your break but I don't know what time that is haha.

Louis:
Ya that's hilarious, I mean your a guy haha. My break is from 4:00 to 5:00.

Harry:
Okay great I guess I'll see on Monday at 4:00?

Louis:
Yep I'll see you then. Goodnight Harry.

Harry:
night Louis.

After sending that last message to Louis, I went upstairs to brush my teeth and get into bed. I wasn't going to waste my time waiting up for my dad. If I did he would probably just yell at me, telling me how it's my fault my mom is dead and hit me again. He thinks that because I was with her and saw it happen and didn't find the person, that it was because of me that she wasn't at the hospital in time and that she died. He doesn't care that I had just saw my mother get hit by a car. It all happened so fast I didn't know what had happened until I saw my mother on the ground fighting for her life.

My older sister Gemma blamed me too, I think that was just her way of coping. She didn't know who had done it so she blames me, the person who had watched it all happen. After the funeral she packed her stuff and moved away. Neither me or my dad know where she got off too, but I miss her a lot. I just hope she comes back one day she is the only family member I really have left.