Monster ≫ h.s

1.5

h a r r y

I brought maisy back to my house a few days ago. Crowded areas seemed to immobilize her. she would panic, so I thought it would be best if she was in a more secluded quiet part of the city. I quickly grew to learn her fondness of running. I sat in the foyer on the couch and she beside my feet with an open book in her lap.

She was reading to me quietly some words of Wuthering Heights, it was a little to romantic and soft for my particular liking but hearing her speak was enough for me

"I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? M-"

I interrupted her beautiful reading for my own curiosity," Why do you enjoy reading so much?"

She trailed her fingers along the binding of the old book before answering, " Books give me a chance to enter another world and be someone I'm not. I can travel and it's a sense of freedom I suppose."

"Do you not feel free?" I countered.

"I didn't say that." she replied.

"But that's what you were implying right?" I asked getting quickly irritated.

"Harry please....stop." She whispered.

"It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words." I whispered.

She knew the quote of course, and was momentarily stunned. I got up and walked to kitchen and found some alcohol. I opened a can and took a large sip. Wiping my mouth I pulled out a cigarette, as I inhaled the nicotine I felt a tremendous amount of pressure be lifted off of me. Much to my disapproval I heard a small quiet sigh of disappointment from my left. Maisy.

"You promised." She said.

"I don't believe I did actually. It's not that big of a deal." I responded expelling smoke from my lips.

"No it is, it's a very big deal, especially to me. There is....NOTHING, and I mean nothing that thing can give you but a life of pain and deterioration. Does your mother approve?" She asked.

Her voice was hoarse. I don't know why she felt so strongly about it. I didn't like talking about my mother.

"Your not to bring her up ever again, am I understood." I spoke tensing up at old memories.

"W-Why? Harry you... you can't just keep secrets anymore! If you want us to be closer I need to know things." She responded.

"The less you know the better, that's how I can keep you safe." I snapped.

My voice was getting louder and louder and I couldn't help it.

"Your so incredibly selfish you know that! I didn't ask for any of this, I try to show some type of compassion and you shut me out. I try to connect with you and you push me away. I try to look out for your health and well being, and you ignore me. I hate you, your a selfish person." She snapped.

The tears ran down her face "I'm selfish, I can't say I'm not, but it's soooo hard for me to show compassion. I'm so used to people leaving and leaving me. They never stay, people always end up hurt and I'm tired of saying goodbye. I'm sorry." I yelled.

"Well why are you yelling at me then."she cried.

"Because that's what people do, when their not okay. I'm not okay and I need someone in my life that can be my center. Something I can focus on. Someone who won't leave me. But I think your already gone, I don't think I ever had you. But that's my fault, I shouldn't have taken you the way I did."

"I want to help you Harry, but you're so broken, and you always have to be this strong leader. You have this dark energy that feeds off of tragedy and I don't know if I can rid of that. But I Want you to know you can relax, you don't have to be tough all the time.

"Don't give up on me. I know I give you every reason to hate me, to despise me. To want to leave, but please don't give up on me. I see things, dark things, I see them before they happen."I whispered.

I went to my knees burying my face into her sweater. Her hands embraced my head, and she ran her fingers through my hair.

"Shhh, it's okay. Everyone's has their troubles, everyone makes mistakes, I'm not going anywhere right now you can tell me what you see when your comfortable. " She soothed.

"You promise."

"Yes, I promise. We need to communicate better. I'm tired of yelling and crying, I want a relationship where I don't cry and yell." She stated placing a hand on my shoulder.

I pulled back taking her small hands in mine, "I wouldn't want a relationship like that at all. I want something that's worth remembering, I want fire and rain. I want tremendously loud laughs, sadness, and passion, God do I want passion. "

"Why?"

"Because that's real to me, you have to suffer through the rain sometimes to see the rainbow."

"I want a love like Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth."  she admitted.

I took her hand, "I could give you that my love, I could. But we need to be honest with each other, I need to tell you some things, but I'll only tell you my secrets if you tell me some of yours."

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This chapter was altitude more serious and emotional. You'll get more scoop on their past and why maisy doesn't like cigarettes. Comment, vote, share. Thoughts

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