The Educator (dark h.s)

Chapter 36- vindictive

"Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsession mercilessly."

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I could not describe the countless sensations washing through my system at the moment. Harold, or should I say Harry had obviously grown up, he was no longer the 10 years old boy I used to spend my childhood with. My parents murdering his father never even crossed my mind. For a few years, they even worked in harmony together. It was a great deal for both Harry and me - we got to see each other more often and my parents were calmer- for my father was a greedy person. One of his famous quotes were 'when money comes in, there's no time for bollocks.'

But then, unfortunately, disagreements sprang up between them. A rift began to grow between my father and Harry's father, and  their company was had to be  closed. Since then things were moving in quite a negative way between them, and mother forevermore followed father's ways so it made it a three. However, despite our parents being on bad terms, I kept seeing Harry. Father was angry at first when he ran into Harry on our front porch, claiming he was not to step one foot into the house. After hours and hours of fighting, crying from my side, he finally gave in- letting me meet  my favourite friend.

We couldn't see each other as often though. Things started getting weirder between our parents, and after the window incident, that suddenly vividly replayed itself in my mind, I did recall catching my father sneaking downstairs to the basement. Everything stood to reason, that night when father seemed suspiciously secretive was the night those brutal, vicious actions took place. Right under my nose.

I suddenly felt disgusted by my parents. Of course it wasn't the first time they gave me that vibe, but now it was indescribable, they had definitely crossed the line. I felt repulsed to the point puke was climbing up my throat. I felt sick. Before I knew what was happening, I was already out of Harry's embrace, sprinting down the hall, aiming to the nearest toilet.

Hasty footsteps were heard hot on my heels, hands gathering my hair to the back and caressing me comfortingly as I finished my not so pleasant business. Once I was done, I wiped my mouth with a towel and brushed my teeth, washing my face.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, his eyebrows furrowed together in concern as he examined my pale face.

"Yeah, sorry for that. It wasn't your fault, I just tend to get nauseous when I'm really disgusted by something." I gave an uneasy laugh at the end, dropping my gaze to the floor. Even though he used to be my best friend, I still had a hard time making eye contact with him. He had changed a lot and so had I.

I could think of many unanswered questions he was to answer soon.

"I can see that." He clucked his tongue sympathetically.

I was leaning on the sink, Harry towering over me. He didn't attempt to make another move, I could tell he was surprisingly unsure of himself. It was so unlike him, even as a kid he was always full of self confidence, I had never seen him so hesitant.

"I still have questions for you." I stated, taking myself by surprise as I raised my gaze to look him in the eyes.

He chuckled, amusement shinning through his forest eyes.

"Always so curious."

"Always so closed off." I fired back, moving my head to the side when he raised his hand to pinch my cheek.

I watched when darkness started engulfing his pupils, swallowing the deep green. I wasn't sure what had made him upset, my rejection or my comment.