Save Me - h.s.

Chapter 25

{unedited}

I walked over to the door and opened it, never breaking eye contact with those striking green eyes. "What are you doing here, Harry?" I spoke coldly.

"He insisted on coming up and seeing you," said one of the security guards standing quite close to Harry's left side.

I rolled my eyes and huffed. "Why?"

"I have stuff to give you... That you left..." His voice was weak and deeper than usual. There were bags under his eyes and parts of his hair were somewhat nappy and tangled. His suit had a few more wrinkles than he would allow and I could tell he hadn't shaved in a few days. He looked exhausted, but still beautiful nonetheless.

"I told you to leave it at the front, or something."

"But, I wanted to see you again." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Well, I didn't," I bit harshly, feeling not an ounce of remorse. "Where is the stuff you wanted to bring me?"

"Right here, ma'am." The security guard standing on the right of Harry handed me a closed box which was rather light.

I quickly walked over and placed it on my desk before returning. "Is that all?"

"Anastasia, please," he begged. His eyes were full of sorrow and I couldn't help but feel bad for him.

"Alright," I sighed. "You can come in for a few moments. But then you need to leave, and never come back. Understood?"

Harry nodded and walked inside my office, taking a seat in a chair in front of my desk.

"Would you like us to stay, Miss Ramos?"

I shook my head. "I'm sure Harry can find his way out. Thank you, though."

The nodded and walked back down the hall as I shut the door and made my way back to my desk, opening and looking inside the box.

"Harry this box is empty."

He shrugged and looked somewhat ashamed.

I tossed the box aside and took a seat, sighing quite vehemently. "What do you want?"

"Come back," he said bluntly.

"What?"

"Anastasia," he pleaded. "I'm a mess without you. Please, come back and live with me."

I was at a loss for words. After everything that happened, he thought that he could just walk into my office and ask for me to "come back".

"Have you lost your fucking mind?" I was seething with anger. "Do you not remember anything that happened between us? Do you not remember breaking down my door and raping me in the bed that you gave me? No, I'm sorry, in the bed that you let me, as well as God knows how many other women, sleep in. Do you not remember me crying and begging for you to stop because you were hurting me and scaring me?" My vision suddenly became blurry as I could feels tears form and glide down my cheeks.

"Anastasia, I-"

"Do you remember any of that, Harry?"

He shook his head and I could see tears fall from his eyes as well. "Anastasia, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that I don't remember. I'm so sorry that I did that to you and caused you so much physical and emotional pain. I'm sorry that I used you. I'm sorry that-"

"Would you just shut the fuck up already?" My patience was wearing thin and I wanted him out of my office. "Harry, I don't know what's more frightening... The fact that you don't remember, or the fact that this has probably happened to other women."