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twenty four

WARNING: MENTION OF RAPE AND SUICIDE ATTEMPT KINDA, SORTA HAPPENS. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THESE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS FOR YOU!

Harry's POV

I stayed home the next day because the whole family believes that I'm not emotionally ready to get out of the house yet. It's true though. I didn't want to leave. Gemma didn't have classes today so she thought it was a great idea to spend the day with me at home. I wanted to be alone, but being with Gemma wasn't all bad. She cooks me food and we can watch movies and talk about random things. I also can give her free makeovers because I could never look as good as her with makeup on.

Gemma and I just finished watching a movie. It was already 11:30, so we both decide to make lunch. I just wanted a ham sandwich, but Gemma wanted to make something from scratch. She thought it can entertain us for the rest of the day.

Gemma pulled out chicken and shrimp from the fridge, pre-made alfredo sauce from the cabinet and some pasta. Gemma threw the shrimp and chicken in a pan with a little bit of oil to cook. Gemma assigned me to put some pasta in boiling water. She does something with the sauce. I wasn't paying so close attention to her but all I noticed was the she was putting some spinach in the sauce. 

My mind was a little but off guard. I kept thinking about Eric. I don't know how he even appeared in my neighbourhood. How does he suddenly just come back in and ruin my life again? Why does the world want him back in my life? I don't want him in my life. My life was going so well. I had friends that genuinely care for me, a family that loves me, good grades, and a good home to live in. I'm finally trying to get better and life does this. Why does the world want to take that away from me again?

"Harry?" Gemma calls which snaps me back to real life.

"Yeah?" I respond walking closer to the stove and Gemma.

"Watch the pasta. I don't want to eat chewy pasta," Gemma said before she continues stirring the chicken and shrimp.

I look at the pasta and see that it will be ready in a few more minutes. I put a the lid back on top of the boiling pot and turn my back on the counter.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom I'll be right back," Gemma said before she walks out of the kitchen.

Why is Eric even in the country? He's was suppose to be studying in NYU. Did he transfer to come to school around here? Did Gemma tell him anything about me or where we live? Nothing is adding up. Fuck, I hate this so much. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I wish he can just leave me alone for once. I wish he can get off my mind so I can be normal. I wish he never came into my life in the first place.

"Harry! The pot is overflowing!" Gemma screams as she runs towards the stove.

I turn around and see the boiling pot of pasta is overflowing on to the stop. I take the pot and quickly put it far from the heat.

"Were you even watching it Harry?" Gemma asked upsettingly.

"I'm sorry Gemma," I mumbled before I start wiping the stove and counter that got wet.

"Harry, is everything okay?" Gemma asked a bit more softly.

"Yeah, I am okay," I whispered while I held in my tears and continued cleaning the stove.

"Harry, are you sure?" Gemma asked concerned.

"I'm fine Gemma," I said it through my teeth.

"Harry no you are not. Please talk to me," Gemma begged as she tries to grab my attention.

I lost it. I slam the wet cloth on the floor and furiously threw my hands to my head.

"Gemma! I got raped when I was only 15 years old with a guy I thought I could trust! Not to forget that his friends sexually assaulted me because of him! Of course I'm not okay!" I screamed at Gemma.