Okay so...this month has been...different to say the least. I was completely sure that I wouldn't see Harrison again, but it's been the complete opposite. He's started to come by my work again, walking in as if he owns the place along with that same charismatic smile that I've fallen for
He's got Loretta wrapped around his finger, she always pats him on the cheek and when he leaves she always tells me how much of a lovely boy he is, and she always reminds him not to forget to drop by
I don't miss the way he watches me at work, and he's started a habit of sending me texts while he's here, making vulgar or lewd remarks just to watch me nearly drop a coffee cup or fall off a ladder or dropping my phone which then I have to explain to Loretta why I look so flustered.
I remember one day I was standing on a step ladder, cleaning off the chalkboard to write the new menu items on the board when my phone vibrated in my apron, pulling it out I tapped the screen to see a text from Harrison. Unlocking my phone I open his text message and almost fell backwards at the text
From Harrison:
Received 2:00pm:
Why don't you do me a favor and slip and fall off that ladder and onto my face so I can taste you my darling 😏😉🍆
I earned an amused chuckle from Harrison after I gripped onto the ladder like a scared cat
Looking up after hearing Harrison laugh at me Loretta asked what had happened and Harrison had simply smiled at her and innocently said "Nothing, I was just telling Miss Isabella that she looked like she needed to sit down"
"You're right darling, Isabella, you need to get down and let Adam finish that for you darling" Loretta said causing me to sigh as I climbed down the ladder.
I swear this man is a safety hazard
A sinful bloody hazard
The other habit that had started, which by the way has left me sleepless many times wondering what the cause is, were his desperate calls in the middle of the night, they weren't too often but they happened.
It would always result in the same thing which would be me turning up to his house to a destroyed looking Harrison, sometimes he was off his face, other times he just looked broken which ended with us being tangled in his bed, staying wrapped around each other till the next morning, sometimes just staying silent, until we fell asleep
Not once has he ever remotely given me an answer to what's been wrong, and after the first two nights I just had stopped asking, deciding to just try to comfort him the best way I possibly can, because I realized that's what he was after
Sometimes he would remind me of a small child after a nightmare, needing to be reassured and soothed back to sleep, but other times he just reminded me of a shell completely blank and nothing inside
I may not see him everyday and some days I have no idea where he is, but he just reappears like nothing had ever happened, and I've almost become used to the routine of it.
I'm still just as confused as when this whole thing started, and I always have this sick feeling in my stomach that one day he won't come striding through the front door at my work, or that my phone won't ring in the middle of the night
I'm just clinging to it while it lasted, I guess
.....And I guess the other major difference this month is that I had left Jonah
I mean, it was only a couple of days after the night that Harrison had taken me home, I just couldn't handle the guilt anymore. If I had loved Jonah as much as I thought I had, then I wouldn't be feeling all these things against Harrison. I wouldn't want to lead someone on or toy with their emotions, there's nothing more cruel than false hope. I just replay the words that my dad used to say to me when I was a little girl "don't do something to someone that you wouldn't like to be done to you."
