Mutinous

Chapter 43

My eyes were puffy and red when I got to class the next morning, and I knew there was no way I could hide it. Jen gave me a confused look, but I cut her off not wanting to talk to her about it. I had cried myself to sleep: most likely the worst thing ever.

Harry held me close telling me that we were going to make it and that everything would be alright, but somehow for once it didn't feel that way. His strokes that ran up and down my back was a sweet gesture, but none of his actions were changing my bad mood. I would have given anything to be back in that toilet where all my focus had been on Harry. "I'll see you tomorrow, babe," he said kissing my forehead, and I wanted to give him a smile, and I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but no words escaped my mouth and I was in no state to give him anything but a frown.

He squeezed my body and pecked my lips giving me a smile. "It'll be alright. All of it. This will blow over, okay?"

I nodded, and he kissed my forehead yet again before he let go of me, and I watched as he disappeared out of sight. Somehow it felt like I was watching him leave my life, and my body started quivering at the mere thought of losing him.

It didn't take me long after that to notice her presence. She had watched him leave and was now making her way over to me clearly avoiding him. Had I met her in any other situation, at any other time, I would have given her a smile even though our first encounter hadn't been the most pleasant one, but I knew her coming here was not in my favour. I had no idea what she would say or do, but somehow I feared it already.

"Hey," I said trying to give her a smile but failed miserably. "You all right?"

She gave me an apologetical smile avoiding my question. "I heard about what happened."

"Yeah," I bit my bottom lip. "It sucks. But we'll work it through."

"But will you?" She almost snapped, her voice catching me off guard.

"Uhhmm, yeah," I said nervously wondering why she would question me like that.

"I only want what's right for him, Elliot," she said, and I crossed my arms taking a deep breath.

"So do I," I said knowing exactly who she was talking about. Of course I wanted what was best for Harry. I loved him.

"Then you know what's right. Don't you?"

My lips started quivering, and I felt myself shaking up. I knew what she was implying, yet I didn't want to hear it. "Gemma don't do this." I said, my voice low.

"Elliot, it's what's best. You know that."

"But it's not," I defended myself knowing exactly what she was saying.

She shifted on her feet looking at me with a sad look. "He's fragile, Elliot. You know what happened. However, you weren't there. You weren't there when he was at his lowest. Don't you think he's been through enough?" A lot of words escaped her lips, but somehow they made no sense as my mind seemed to be elsewhere. She was not right. This was not a bad idea. Harry and I were great.

"Harry told me about your father."

"So?" I asked nervously.

"He called him, Elliot. Do you get that? He called and threatened him. He wants him arrested. Harry wasn't having it. Said he'd fight for you, but he shouldn't have to."

New tears filled my eyes, and I hated what she was saying. I knew that she was right, but that did not mean it hurt any less.

"I love him," I cried, my feet getting numb at the coldness and the state of my body. I felt like all air was slowly being dragged out of me leaving me with nothing but a cold clammy feeling.