Cruel Actions

Chapter 2

We're heading to the park in my beat up, red truck that was once my dads. While I scrap the black nail polish off my nails, all I could think about was what he said before we left.

"That's a unique name."

Was he being sarcastic, or was he actually being nice to me?

I didn't know whether that was an insult or a compliment.

As my inner thoughts jump to conclusions, "Harrison," He looked over to me while driving with one hand on the wheel, "Yes Diana," he responds with the same tone.

"Well- never mind."

"What- tell me." I feel his head turn to me for second and then back on the road.

"I'll tell you after we're done." He looks at me and exhales okay.

We arrive at the park, finding a good enough spot to sit in, "Can you help me with the basket," I start preparing the blanket around the grassy area and I see him bringing something in a gift bag. I hoped that it wasn't something illegal.

"This is what I got for you." He pulled it out slowly, my heart was unknowingly racing because I didn't know what he was going to pull out. He could pull out anything. For all I know he can pull out a weapon and kill me right here.

He got down on one knee and lifted what was inside, up towards me.

"Tada!"

It was a champagne bottle, I replied with confusion. "Oh, and look, it's alcohol free. bubbly?" I giggled a little and told him in an English accent "Well then let the feast begin."

Opening a champagne bottle is not as easy as it looks in movies. I put my hand out towards Harrison, "Hand me a rock."

He paused and looked at me, I stared back at him with a crooked smile. He gave me the rock "You know, you're going to regret this Diana."

"I'm pretty sure nothings going to happen, I've seen this done in movies. It'll be fine," I open the bottle and immediately it breaks, causing the glass to get everywhere.

"I told you, it wasn't going to work!" He was shaking off the liquid that got on his hand.

I quickly cut him off, "You never said that, you said that i was going to regret it,"

He leaned back on his elbows, giving his upper body support while his legs lay flat.

I picked up the glass with my bare hands so we don't end up stepping on it.

"Your going to hurt yourself, just let me pick it up."  Harrison starts to get up. My inner thoughts kept on repeating to listen to him, but I didn't want him to get hurt either.

Next thing you know, Im looking down at my open cut palm.

"I told you to not pick it up, Dian!" He pulled out a towel from the basket, and a bottled water. He starts to examine the cut on my hand.

"Dammit Diana, the cuts real deep. We'll wash off the blood around the cut and I'll take you to the hospital." His British accent really stood out when he sounded mad.

I had worry in my face, I didn't want him to go through all this hassle, hell we didn't even start the picnic yet! I knew I should've trusted my gut feeling, or listened to him.

"It's okay, it's not even that deep, See!", he looks at me as if I was joking around with him, he thought I was crazy.

"Are you serious Diana, You need stitches, that's how deep it is. And your turning pale," I just gave up and let him drive me to the hospital.

So there I am, in the passenger seat, feeling nauseous because I didn't listen to Harrison, so now I have to face the consequences by getting stitches on my hand, on the first day of college.

Perfect.