Deception - H.S

Chapter 46

Hope Whitlock

We stay in comfortable silence for about ten minutes, I feel his hand movement on my thighs stop, his body tensing up under mine which was just adding to my nerves, "Come on, we are leaving." He pats my thigh and I get on my knees before standing up straight.

"Where are we going?" I ask as he gets himself up.

"Somewhere." He vaguely responds.

"But... my face is all messed up." My lips pucker into a slight frown. Part of the reason I hate crying is that I end up looking like a swollen tomato right after, it's a tough job being me.

"Not going anywhere far and you look fine." He takes my hand, pulling me along with him out of the room.

Once we get in the elevator, he clicks the roof instead of the lobby, my heart immediately beating faster in anticipation of something bad. He and I had a bad experience with rooftops.

The doors open and we make the small walk across the hallway to get to a pair of doors that led outside. He opens it and walks straight through but I stop in the doorway. I peek outside and see a swimming pool to the right, three beach chairs on the other side of it and some open space right ahead. The sheer glass panels that framed the roof were probably eight feet tall around the pool and the sitting area but were shorter on the rest of the roof so people could look over at the city without a barrier.

"Why are you standing there?" Harry turns around and looks at me in confusion.

"I-uhm- well, the last time we were on a rooftop-"

"If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead by now." He cuts me off by his brutal confession.

I chew on my lower lip, shifting my weight from one foot to another while I contemplated whether or not I wanted to do this. I was nervous, for obvious reasons.

"Seriously, come here." He turns back around, walking straight ahead to look over the edge. It was still bright outside since it was just before 6pm. I take slow steps, standing right beside him but lingering a few steps behind so I was out of his reach, on alert in his presence. I wouldn't know what to expect from him.

He moves to the right to where the beach chairs were and starts to empty his pockets, "Okay, what do you want? I have cigarettes, a few joints, E, coke..." He squints his eyes and pats all of his pockets to ensure he didn't leave anything behind, "That's it."

He looks over to me, waiting for my response while putting his one leg over the chair so he was sitting in a straddle with all his drugs placed in front of him.

"I don't- why are you doing this?" I tilt my head in confusion on why he wants me to get high right now, I take small steps towards him until the front of my legs hit the edge of the foot of the seat.

"I made you feel bad so now I am trying to make you feel better." He shrugs.

Oh.

"By getting me high?"

"Have you never been high before?" he shakes his head in disbelief.

"No..." I truthfully respond.

"Do you want to get high?" he slides opens a small tin box, revealing three joints and pulling one out.

"Uhm, not right now." I'm not sure how that would do or if it was safe to do around Harry.

"Is it okay if I get high?" He raises his brows, holding the filter between his painted fingers.

"Yeah, I don't mind."

I feel a little more comfortable so I sit opposite to him, tucking my feet underneath me while I watched him.