The Story of Us

Chapter 10

I stayed with Harry for another two days.

Two very trying days because while he was recovering, I was worried about the snow that was packing against my door everyday and how I was going to get to the stream.

Half of it would be frozen, the waterfall wouldn't be and I would have to cross rocky terrane on the side to get to the stream.

I mean, I could attempt to ice-skate to the falling water of frozen icicle but I can't ice skate. I can ass skate. I don't need frostbite where the good Lord split me. So, my growing problems were made more highlighted by the fact Harry's mood was growing more restless.

He finished the art of war I had found and he finished the book I was reading. The boy was a speed reader and I was running out of material for him to entertain himself with.

He spotted my fiancé's guitar by the wall and went to reach for it.

Honestly? I did what most parents would do when a child was about to touch something they were not supposed to.

I slapped his hand and I didn't spare any expense to his delicate feelings. In hindsight I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. It was a stupid guitar and I didn't know how to play it. It was my fiancé's. It was the last thing he had touched.

My reaction caused Harry to glare silently at the wall and I was sitting awkwardly in what was becoming my least favorite chair in the world.

"That was my fiancés guitar. No one is allowed to play it. I don't want anyone touching it. I'm sorry for slapping your hand, but don't just reach for stuff that doesn't belong to you. Ask next time." I told him sternly, seeing him catch my eye.

His face morphed into a look of pure disgust.

"Don't you have something better to go do? Prep or whatever? I'm not going to touch the stupid guitar." Harry grumbled, reaching for A Tale of Two Cities and opening it back up to the first chapter.

I stood up, gathering four pails to carry fresh water back.

"Yeah. I do have something better to do, other than babysitting you. I'll be back in about an hour." I called by the door, noticing Harry was choosing to ignore me.

I threw my gear down, marched up to the bed, grabbed the book from his hand and threw it across the cave.

He looked up in shock.

"I'd like a polite response when I address you. Now, let's try this again. I'm going out. I will return in an hour; Did you hear me this time?" I snarled, noticing he wrapped his arms over his chest stubbornly.

"Yeah, I'm not deaf." He returned back with equal hostility.

"Could have fooled me, five-star." I rolled, my eyes, turning to go back to the door; stopping when I noticed Precocious waiting beside it.

First time he's ever shown any interest. It was a sad realization but today was the day. He had been getting aggressive or if he wasn't growling at Harry or I, he was trying to eat Beeja as a midnight snack.

Nothing like waking up to a roaring cat and screaming chicken. Scared the hell out of Harry; that's for sure.

I was calmer because I knew Precocious. Unfortunately, they are wild. His natural instinct is to be predatory.

"You finally ready, buddy?" I called, walking to the door.

His stare never wavered, not even with the howling wind outside.

"I'll be back in a bit, Harry." I tried again, looking at him to see him shrug.

"Fine. See you when you get back. Want me to yell out an 'I love you' too?" He asked dryly.