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2. Life Changing

2. Life Changing

About ten minutes later, he was here. He was dressed casually in faded skinny jeans, a dark polo shirt, white converse and a black jacket.

"Come on Em," he said, picking me up from the couch in the waiting area of the reception.

He sat me in the passenger seat next to him, in his Range Rover.

"What happened? The truth?"

I told him everything. About the bullies and about my sick being blood.

He got so angry when I told him about the bullies, mainly Cameron.

"Where is that fucking dickhead, I swear if I see him, I will beat the living crap out of him!" he angrily says.

"Leave it Harry," I plead.

"Leave it? Why should I leave it! He's a dickhead Emily, who needs some common sense kicked into that thick skull of his! Who the fuck does he think he is. He can't keep hurting you just because you don't li-" he furiously says.

I just look down, not knowing what to say.

Harry must have seen me because he stopped, "Ugh, Em, I'm sorry babe. Look, I'm just annoyed at him, overprotective of you. I don't want you to get hurt again. Just promise me, that you will tell me the next thing he does because honestly, I will actually punch him so hard, he won't know what's hit him. I've done it once, I'll do it again."

"I promise," I mumble.

"Okay, so now back to you," he says calming down, " I think we should go to hospital, you know, get you checked out, just in case."

"We don't have to Harry. I really think I'm fine," I say trying to reassure him, which clearly wasn't working.

I hated hospitals, so much. The last time I set foot in one was when Mum and Dad died. Too many bad memories.

"Look, just in case. I know how much you hate hospitals. But throwing up blood is a bit strange," he says literally reading my mind.

"Okay, fine," I eventually giving in to his persuading.

As we left the school car park, I turn the radio on.

"Let her go" by "Passenger" was playing and I start singing along getting really into it.

Halfway through the song, Harry said, "Shall we go on a drive before we go to the hospital, as they'll see you anytime anyway?"

"Yeah, it'll be like we used to. Do you remember when Dad used to take us, every few weeks after we finished school, he'd pick us up, we used to drive round and just talk for ages."

"Yeah," he says sadly.

I want to talk about my parents without either of us getting upset. But it's hard, the memory so bitter, to both of us. Coming and stabbing us right in the heart.

I just wish everything was how it used to be, but it never will be.

*

"How's school then?" Harry asks.

"Shit," I mutter very quietly, regretting it soon after.

Harry still heard though. He parked up in a nearby parking lot. He turned the ignition off and turned to look at me.

I have tears in my eyes. All I want is for someone, one person, to be my friend. The only friend I have is Harry, my brother, my best friend.

So is one person all that difficult. Yes, of course it is.