My Name is Haley (soul eater fanfic)

Chapter 6

"I," I cough, "I'm o-ok."

"No you're not, Haley." Kid bent down and pat my back, to make me stop coughing. After a couple of minutes I stopped coughing. I was still crying though.

"Are you ok?" Kid asked me. I nodded, even though I was still crying. "Haley?"

"Wh-what...?"

"Stop crying."

"Wh-what?" I still had tears running down my face.

"I said, stop crying." I look at him. Why should I stop crying? Who was he to tell me not to? I look down and try to stop crying. I guess I should stop. I feel all light headed from the crying.

"Good." He stood up and held his hand out for me. I hesitated taking his hand. I still had the bandages. How would he react?

I look down at my hand, wondering if I should take his. I don't want him to freak out. He looked at me, sadly, realizing that his little freak out earlier hurt me. It hurt me worse then any of the cuts did.

"Haley, look, I...I'm sorry."

I shook my head, "No. It's my fault. I showed them to you."

"I asked you to, Haley."

"I still shouldn't have shown you."

"Haley, it's not your fault. Now, get up." I sigh and take his hand. I stood up and looked at my feet.

"I-I'm sorry......" I say, looking at my feet.

"Haley, for the last time. It's not your fault. There is absolutely nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who freaked out. I'm sorry for that."

"It-it's fine...." I continued to look at my feet.

"Alright." He sighed. I noticed my pocket was glowing. It was the Soul Binder. I looked at it shocked. Again already? It's just been a couple of hours. He's looking for me again!?

He just got to me! Why would he want to find me again!? It's normally once in the afternoon, and once at night. Why would he want to hurt me again this afternoon?

The possibilities. One possibility is that he could want to drink tonight. Another possibility is that he just wants to again, without being interrupted. There were too many possibilities to count. I don't know what goes on in my dad's head.

People say he was crazy. That was when I was about four. Before mom died, before he started hurting me. I think he's a demon. He's still crazy.

"I have to go..." I say

"Where?"

"No time to explain." I took of running.

"Haley!? Where are you going!?"