Gabby Harpe's POV
its been four days. four days since my parents death, four days since my last shower, and four days since ive eaten a proper meal. i still haven't recovered enough from the shock to honestly comprehend what i should do now. thinking back to my first morning without them, i started to cry. i could still remember it like it was yesterday...
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i went downstairs to get breakfast, and saw the door was unlocked, so i went over to lock it. a habit is a habit, no matter how traumatizing the night before was.
"he-ey"
i whirled around to find a pair of blue eyes staring at me. my first instinct was to scream but as i recovered a bit i noticed he had a uniform and a badge. he must be a cop.
"w-who are you?"
"well, i was called to the scene of your parents' accident last night."
as the memories came flooding in, my chest felt like it was on fire. it was hard to breath but i recovered quickly enough to realize that he was still talking to me and to catch what he was saying.
"...but you probably don't remember me..."
no shit, sherlock. i wouldn't be asking you who you are if i remembered you.
"you were pretty out of it."
my first instinct yet again would have been to scream... at him. but I felt too drained from crying so much last night that i couldn't bring myself to say anything about it.
realizing i was still cowering into the door, i stood up straight so i could look him in the eye. "why are you in my house?" "oh, oops! i guess you're probably wondering why a strange, hot police man is in your house." i raised my eyebrows when he said hot, but i kept quiet. "i stayed on the couch last night. you kept mumbling 'all alone' and i couldn't bear to leave you like that so i stayed to check in on you this morning."
so a strange, sassy, but admittedly very hot police man decided to stay on my couch so that he could make sure i was okay because i was mumbling after I saw my parents' mangled, lifeless bodies lying in the car that held so many childhood memories. a regular monday morning, right?
"do you happen to have a girlfriend?"
i mentally face-palmed as soon as the words came out of my mouth.
"no, but my boyfriend isn't the jealous type."
"oh, you're gay. cool."
"yup, cool. but anyway i texted both him and my bestie last night to let 'em know whats going on so all is well in my world of love-and lust." he said with big doe eyes. most likely trying to make fun of the girls that actually sound like that in relationships. seeing as how im not like that, i wasn't going to defend the people that are when i don't even understand their actions myself.
"im Lewis Clarkson, btw."
"that sentence sounded so gay" i said while giggling
"whatever girl. and your name is..."
"right, im Gabby Harpe. nice to meet you."
"you too. how'd you sleep?"
"umm, i slep okay; considering"
"good. im sorry, by the way. i know it doesn't make anything better but i truly am sorry for you"
"yeah, well... its okay..."
trying to brighten the mood i asked if he wanted any breakfast. "i would love to stay and chat but i should probably get back to my house. i have a date to get ready for."
"oh"
"bu we could exchange numbers so you can get a hold of me if you need to?" he pulled out his phone and i figured, why not?
"yeah sure"
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i shivered and ran a hand over my head to tame the haystack that i like to call hair.
rubbing my stinging eyes i yawned and stretched, stepping out of bed.
over the last four days, me and Lewis have gotten really close. its like i found my soul mate in a best friend and i feel like ive known him my whole life. he's stayed with me every night since the crash, but last night he was busy and couldn't come over. i know that i could have asked someone else to come over but i decided against it. i had told myself that i needed to be brave.
huge mistake.
i woke up in the middle of the night after having a horrible nightmare, and i still haven't been able to sleep. its 6:17 AM now, so i decided not to call Lewis quite yet, but im definitely going to later.
i felt like a huge wimp, needing to have someone here. i guess im just not ready to be alone yet. it scares me too much.
i got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower. as soon as i got out, i grabbed my phone and checked instagram and twitter. quickly checking Lewis's profile, i saw that he's already up. huh. i should probably text him, just in case he forgot to sign out of his PC or something.
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chapter one! im in the process of re-editing so bear with me. again, please drop a comment if ive made any mistakes or even if you just like a line. i love you all
xx
gayle
