Never have I ever been filled with this much rage. Fuck. Harry.
I could literally rip his head off. I don't know what's gotten into me, I am so angry. So fucking angry. I spent the whole weekend kicking my bed frame, hoping for it to break. All I wanted to do was break something. But maybe I don't have to. My relationship is broken, so I can cross that off the list.
My phone has been beaming with texts from Harry. The same thing over and over.
"Please let me explain. My father wasn't telling the whole truth"
And maybe that was true. But I got all the truth I needed.
I hated the idea of seeing him in school on monday. I really didn't want to. Also because I know people will ask questions. Harry and I are used to being glued together, so people will notice that something is wrong.
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I didn't make an effort to make an outfit this morning. The most important thing was a hoodie. Something to cover my face with. On my way up the stairs I almost fell trying to hide my swollen face because not only was I angry I was also sad and I had bawled my eyes out the night before. Unexpectedly I was grabbed just before I fell. By somebody who smelled really nice apparently. My body turned while my mind screamed that I shouldn't. I looked into a pair of sky blue eyes. It was Ro from one of the other classes. I had never really noticed him but looking at him now made me realize that he was kind of... I don't know. But something about him was different. Or something about me was different. Either way, something had changed.
When I walked into class all eyes turned to me. I felt like a disco ball beaming with shame. Shame. Shame. Shame. I don't know why. I had nothing to be ashamed of, but somehow I felt incredibly ashamed. I really had to get rid of that feeling. It didn't belong in me and I didn't want it here.
Amelia saved me a seat next to her. I know she had questions but I also know that she is not going to ask before I allow her to. I liked that about our friendship. The whole class I tried to avoid eye contact with Harry. It felt like a full time job, since he was staring me down all class. Once class was over I tried to get out of the classroom as soon as possible, and that resulted in me bumping into Harry since he too was trying to get out fast. Though he did not say anything to me, merely slipped something into my pocket. Weird. I stepped into the hallway and fished the piece of paper he had given me out. It was a note. It said; "Meet me in front of the school, we need to talk". I was unsure if I wanted to talk to him, but thinking it over it is probably best that we talk rather than being despitefull of each other.
When I came out the school's front door Harry sat on the bench just to the right of me. His head hung low and I could see that he was bothered. It was the right decision to come talk with him. I sat beside him and he looked at me.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Okay" I said. Not sure where this conversation was really going.
"You weren't meant to find out about Josephine this way. You got the twisted version. The one that wasn't mine." he then said. He looked eager to explain himself.
"Okay, but who even is Jospehine?"
"She..." Harry started but was interrupted by blue blinks and sirens. He looked swiftly at the police cars and was about to continue when they suddenly pulled up in front of us. A police officer stood out of one of the cars and moved towards Harry. He and I both stood up and looked confused at each other. The police officer marching towards us suddenly yelled; "Stand still and do not move!". For the love of god what was happening right now?
When he reached us he grabbed firmly around one of Harry's wrist's and demanded that he turn around. I was hit with a feeling of panic and all I could do was stand and watch. The sound of jingling handcuffs took over my mind.
I then heard;
"You are hereby under arrest for alleged assault, possesion of marihuana and sexual assault. Anything you do or say can and will be held against you in court. Are you familiar with your rights?" the police officer said. The only thing I could see on Harry's face was an expression of sheer chock. The situation had attracted a whole crowd of people.
"Wha... I don't understand what is happening?" was the only thing coming out of Harry's mouth. I then felt tears streaming down my face, unwillingly. I did not wish to show myself as weak, but here I was sobbing on the ground. More confused than I've ever felt. I saw from the corner of my eye Amelia coming towards me. She tried to get me up from the ground but did not succeed. I felt glued to the ground.
"Kathy" I heard Harry calling, "Kathy".
I didn't know why he was calling my name because how could I be of help in this situation. I saw him struggle as the officer bent his head to guide Harry inside the police car. I did nothing but struggle on the ground as Amelia pointlessly tried to pull me up. I saw the police car drive away and it felt as if my heart broke right then and there.
