I wake up. The small clock in the ceiling of the car says it's 3AM. I suddenly notice a small whimper. Harry is crying. I look at him and he looks at me. Dries his face off with his sleeve.
"Are you okay?" I ask worried.
He is about to say something when he hesitates. He looks out the window and back at me, then he speaks.
"I've been thinking," he says, with a gruff and tired voice.
"Do you really want to know what happened with George?" he asks.
I open my eyes wide, unintentionally. This might be my only chance to ever find out what happened between them, so i don't hesitate when i say, "Yes"
He looks into his lap. Takes a moment.
"I have a sister," he says. I'm far beyond confused, I always thought he was an only child. I'm also confused as to what all this has to do with him and George, but I don't interrupt him.
"When I started to break the agreement we had, you know, the one about you,"
"Yes" I say.
"He got angry, he took the agreement very seriously. He wanted some kind of revenge, so he started dating my sister. I was worried at first, he was controlling. And it only got worse. He started to set boundaries about when she should be home, and what she could and couldn't wear. When I started to talk about how I wanted to date you, he got so mad that he turned my own sister against me. He told her that I was doing all sorts of criminality. She didn't speak to me for months because of all the things he said. He was so manipulative. I stopped talking to him and I even told him that I didn't want anything to do with him and that's when things started to escalate." he says. He looks out the window. It's like the next thing he is about to say is really hard for him.
"He got my sister addicted to opioids. He really messed with her mind." he says, and lets out a little cry.
"When I spoke to my father about what he was doing and what my sister was doing, my sister and him ran off. We looked for them everywhere and we found them a week later, in a shed 500 kilometers away from our home." he says, as he cries a little more. I grab his hand tight and he looks at me, sobbing. His face was wet from the tears. He looked broken and disheveled.
"She was lying there, beside him. He did absolutely nothing. It's like he wanted it to happen. Like it was his plan all along."
I finally decided to break in.
"What? What did he want to happen?" I ask.
"Like he wanted her to die" he says as he breaks down totally.
"She was so cold. Lifeless. It was the worst thing in my entire life. Stepping out of the car, and finding her dead in that shed. WITH HIM!" he yells. I open my seat belt and position myself on his lap, hugging me tight. He was drained of energy. Then he speaks again.
"She had overdosed. And the obducors told us that the opioids were forced into her veins. George had drugged her." he says while crying, "he killed her. He killed my sister. And the worst thing is. He got to walk free because his parents bribed the judge. He didn't spend a single day in prison. He returned to a normal life after the trial."
He hugs me back and I squeeze him even tighter.
"And while the trial was ongoing, he filed a report against me, because we got in a fight in the shed. And he won. I was found guilty in the assault."
I was paralyzed. Too many emotions ran through my veins. The realization hit me. George had murdered his sister but Harry was convicted of assault. It was crazy, absolutely bullocks. It didn't make any sense to me. And the fact that I almost defended George made me sick to my stomach. I couldn't believe myself. I felt so guilty for pushing him to tell me all of this. So so guilty.
