Behind The Masks Of Blood ;hes;

Chapter 31

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[Bella] :         

                    “Where were you ? I was worried.” I questioned Harry that held the most blank expression I have ever seen. Both of us returned to home today in an awful mood. We even had small arguement about our tooth brushers. It's ridiculous but we were in a real bad mood.

                                 My reason was obvious. It was because of that bitch, and her kiss. I wish I can tell Harry. But I would rather keep it torturing me than putting him in danger. Anyway his reason for being angry was not clear. I tried getting it out of his mouth but he seemed so stubborn to tell me.

                                       “Ain't your business.” He snapped rudely. Which mostly touched my feeling in a painful manner. But I tried swallowing it and ask again. “Just tell me, and do not leave me clueless.” I feel my dignity is already on the floor as he answered.

                                 “Why don't you mind your own damn business ? Just leave me alone. I said I am fucking fine, stop being Mr. I know everything.” He particularly shouted at me in such an intimidating voice, that literally made my inside turn upside down offensively. Small part of me was encouraging me on not shedding a tear on this asshole but the other part is just pushing the tears out of my eyes to go down my cheeks.

                                 I bit my lip in difficulty at his outburst. It was unexpected, I thought we got closer. I thought he started to crave toward me abit. But it was the total reverse. He is him, and I doubt I can change this.

                                 He shook his head, as he paced back and forth infront of me. One hand on his hip bones and the other on his head. If I did not know Harry I would undoubtedly say he is in a big trouble and he does not know what to do. I wish he'd tell me maybe I can help.

                                 “I am sorry, Okay ?” After five seconds he apologized, sounding not very sure of his apology. Is it very hard to apologize ? Anyway I would not say It's okay for him right now. Because it is not okay.

                                 “If you really want to know what is wrong, then just go through my head and figure it out.” He said, and I looked at him raising an eyebrow marvellously. “Who told you I can do that ?”

                                 “I have read some books about vampires' powers. And it contains being able to know everything just by looking at the eyes and focusin —”

                                      “Yes, I might be able to do so, but I would not go through your head. I do not even want to know what you think.” I shook my head disapprovingly, my face held a shocked expression, and my voice is slightly loud. “Just tell me yourself.” I half yelled as I try on controling my nerves as much as I could.

                                 “It would be easier.” He said with a firm voice, but his eyes held regret, guilt, pain and sorrow. I could not quite put my finger at what he is feeling right now. Mixed emotion wandering in his green eyes.

                                 “It would not be for me. I don't want to get into your personal thoughts. It would probably kill me.” I threw my hand in the air. It's true I do not want to know what he thinks. More specifically I do not want to know what he thinks about me.