where it ends || h.s. {COMPLETED}

Chapter 26

Maela's Point of view

His face is beyond pissed, and his eyes are narrow down, as if he's suddenly determined.

Not that it matters though.. because I refuse to see him anytime soon. Maybe even forever.

But my gut knows that that is impossible. Not when I can still feel my heart telling me that I can't let him go.

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It's nearly been a mere ten minutes since Liam has dropped me home and I feel as if I'm losing my mind.

Just fuck! Harry knew this whole damn time that that woman was his fucking mother-in-law. How am I supposed to keep going with this? Did he just expect me to be okay after being told such horrid news? For the woman that wants to hurt me mentally and even physically to be his mother-in-law?

I clawed that woman's face and still he doesn't give me any kind of hint that the witch is his wife's mother?

To find this out and in this way is practically taking my heart out of my chest and grinding it against a scorching hot piece of metal.

There's just too much coming out of this man, yet I'm getting fed piece by piece- prolonging the pain. I rather have him slap me down with everything all at once, but there's so many things that he's hiding that he's practically built to survive this sort of thing. I on the other hand have been built to break in this kind of case. I have nothing to support me, in fact as I stare at my closet I begin to think I should just leave.

I need a break, some time alone.. or maybe even with someone that I love. This one time that person not being Harry that I want to go to.

I remember only crying my heart out just last night, and I'm back again doing the same thing. I can't keep doing this, Harry and I need space. More than just a few hours of space, and more than just a few miles. As I begin to think about it the more I'm drawing myself to that decision.

I could always go find my mother somewhere, where ever she's been traveling this month, somewhere that I've never been before. Or she could be home, or where she calls home.

My mom and dad both raised me in the suburbs, but my mom was raised on the countryside while my dad was raised on an island. I guess they came together to raise me where the average kid is raised.. Then as soon as I was gone they both shot off to do whatever they wanted. Of course it's only been a few years since they've gone out to their adventures, but I mean they probably have a lot more to cover as in traveling the world.

The distraction of thinking of my parents has soothed my mind greatly, any part of Harry has snuck out of my mind for the time being.

But that makes my decision clearer, I'll be heading to see my mom to get out of this madness.

Quickly I stand up from the spot on my couch and the beeping of my microwave signals that my hot chocolate is done. But I've lost my craving for the drink, now that I've got a plan to escape this ridiculous case of an affair.

How could I love someone so much but hate them at the same time? My skin crawls with a bitter sweet feeling- sweet from being in love.. and the bitter for being in love too. I pinch my eyes shut when the familiar ring of my phone sounds throughout the room. The ring tone that I've set on that man, a recording of his voice that repeats his words that says 'hey, it's me, answeeeeerrrrrr meeee'.

My head pounds and I shut my eyes in annoyance and pain.

But at the same time I'm in agony from even hearing a piece of him.

Taking my phone into my hands I ignore his call and shut my phone off, tossing the device onto my couch and rushing to my room to pack.

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