Different.

4

Harry.
I made my way through the darkness, returning to my house. I opened the front door quietly, hoping not to be heard by my mum or sister. The door was about halfway open, when it squeaked.

"Shit-"

"Harry is that you?" My mum's voice rang through the entrance.

She met me at the staircase, leading up to my room.

"Where have you been? It's nearly 11 'o clock." She asked concerned.

I sighed.

"It's alright, I was invited over for dinner when I brought the bread over to our new neighbors." I reassured her.

"And dinner took five hours?"

"Look I know that I've been in some deep shit lately, but you can trust me."

"Harry I don't know how I can trust you again."

"I'll prove it to you, I promise." I smiled weakly.

She looked to the side, disconnecting our eye contact.

"Good night, Harry." She responded softly, pushing past me to go up the staircase.

I shook my head, disappointed in myself. Since my dad left I should be the one helping my mum out, not being another chore. But that's what I've been. And I don't blame her for not trusting me anymore. Instead of partying or staying out all night, I should be home with my family.

I stepped into my room, turning the light on at the same time. My phone lit up in my hand.

Ben: Be here by 11:30, we need you tonight. No exceptions.

Damn it. I was planning on getting a decent night of sleep, but I don't feel like arguing with Ben right now.

I slowly made my way to my window. I stuck my legs out first, then quickly grabbed the branch closest to me. The concept of climbing down the tree was basically like monkey bars, you can't let go. I carefully made my way down the tree, jumping off at the very end.

I already had the guilt built up inside of me. Every time I sneak out, it comes back; but bigger. I knew that I needed to stop going, but not yet. Not until money is stable, and Ben will let me go.

I walked the nine blocks of the familiar part of town; the troubled part of town. The graffiti building, smoke and loud music coming from bars and clubs. Trying to get to the front door, I had to shove my way through a crowd of strippers.

"Hey handsome. Want to play a game?" I heard a female voice say behind me, I would rather lick a fucking toilet seat then play any "games".

I finally reached the door, pulling it quickly and stepping inside.

I sighed of relief as I walked through the lobby.

"Harry," Ben slurred loudly as he walked over to me, "never thought you'd show up."

"Sorry, I had uh some family issues." I spit out nervously.

He rolled his eyes.

"You're still so worried about your shitty family, when you could be here having fun man."

"They're not my shitty family Ben," I spat, "they need my support right now. This isn't fun. I'm doing this to make money. And I have told you that if you can't accept that then I'm fucking done here."

He angrily stumbled towards me, I took a step back. I'm not in the mood to be fighting which this prick tonight.

"Never speak to me that way. You got that? Your family is perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. What you need to do is be here, otherwise you have no other way of paying your bills."

"It's called finding another job. Which because of you and your fucked up mind, I'm not capable of getting."

"You've only got caught once Harry! Only once, and you aren't in jail anymore. So what's the huge deal huh? You know how many times I've been caught? More than I can count, and I'm surprised I'm not rotting in prison right now. But if you want money for your god damn family, then you're not going anywhere."

I took a step closer to him.

"You don't own me." I said through gritted teeth.

He laughed dryly.

"But I do, Harry. And I have you and your family's life in my hands. I can destroy you. I can take everything away from you. Trust me, you do not want to get on my bad side unless you want to kiss everything that you love goodbye." With that he sped off in a different direction, leaving me alone in the dark lobby.

*
Violet.
My alarm suddenly began going off. The worst sound to hear in the morning. I rolled over to my nightstand, where my phone was plugged in, and turned it off. Before getting out of bed I let out a few groans and stretched out my legs. I finally forced myself out of bed to start getting ready for the day.

I simply picked out a grey sweater, and black yoga pants. I sat down at my desk and turned on my makeup mirror. I concealed some blemishes, and put some loose powder over that to set it. I put mascara over my eyelashes, and finished the look with a nude lipgloss.

After straightening out my hair, I called it good and made my way downstairs. My mum was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her usual tea and reading the news paper.

"Good morning Violet."

"Morning." I mumbled. I am not a morning person by any means, and I just hate being talked to.

"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed there Hun?"

I rolled my eyes.

"No mum, you know I am not a morning person."

"You got that from your dad. He was so damn cranky in the morning." She smiled to herself as she remembered the old times.

I grabbed a granola bar, and a water bottle so that I wouldn't be late for school. I grabbed my bag, my black converse, said goodbye to my mother, and headed out the door. I grabbed my keys and turned them on into the ignition.

Being only a five minute drive, I got to school right on time. After I parked my car, I hurried into the school right as the first bell rang. I scurried to my locker, and grabbed my English book. Right as I was about to shut it, I heard yelling coming from the hallway.

"Mr. Styles is it really necessary to put a stink bomb in your neighbor's locker?"

"He had a deal with me, and didn't follow through so that's what he gets. And I could've done much worse, just saying. I don't see why I'm in so much trouble-"

"Deal or no deal, you that is against school rules. You are going to be switching lockers."

They both walked to the empty locker next to me.

"Here is your new locker. This is strike two, any other pranks and you're going to be expelled." The principal stomped off and Harry locked eyes with me.

I looked into his beautiful emeralds. He smiled before I heard his raspy voice speak.

"Looks like we're locker buddies."