The Dumb and The Clueless

Chapter 36: We All Have Feelings

I stand there frozen, as he turns his head back to face the punching bag. He keeps punching, even harder now, and throws a few kicks. "What?" he asks. It didn't really sound like a question, because I can tell he's angry. His voice is a bit deeper and raspier than before. It isn't the happy tone, it's the serious tone. "Harry, I broke up with him." He stops and looks down at the floor. He takes a deep breath, and looks up at the roof now. He unwraps the bandages from his hand (that they use for boxing) and wipes his forehead with his hand, which is sweaty. "Katie, I.." "You...what?" I ask. "I really love you, okay? I try to protect you and all, and I knew you shouldn't have ever been with Steven in the first pla-" "Harry. You need to realize I shouldn't be with you either. You act nice and sweet around my parents, but when you're with me, you're not yourself." "Yes I a-" "No you're not. Noone is ever like that. You're a bad influence. Constant touching me-" I pull the collar of my shirt down. "Leaving THESE everywhere, no protection, chasing me, holding me down. Telling me things, I shouldn't really know yet." He stays there frozen, trying to process my words. "So are you saying you don't want to be with me anymore?" he asks, voice cracking. "No Harry. I'm trying to say you need to be yourself more often. Not everyone looks for a bad-boy. I want someone who will take care of me an-" "I will!" "Harry that's not what I'm talking about! Everyday isn't meant for kissing or making out, okay? And it certainly isn't made for lovebites, either." "But you didn't compla-" "I didn't complain, because then I'd just sound weak. And being weak, is my weakness." He looks down at the floor again, wrapping his bandage back on. "Harry," I start, with a softer tone. "-You need to be more affectionate, and loving. Less violent, and sexual. Life is about living, but also not being so dangerous." He starts punching again, even angrier. His grunts are louder, and his facial expression is angry. "Harry, do you understand me?" "Yeah." he answers, not taking his focus off of the punching bag. I put my stuff down, and start punching next to him. I copy his moves, and he slows down so I can keep up. Left. Right. Kick. Both; Repeat. I keep kicking, and I start grunting too. "Getting used to the grunting thing too, I see." he comments. I roll my eyes and smile, and keep on punching. "You look angry" he says breathless from all of the punching. "I'm not." I feel my facial expression change to anger as I aim for the locations I want to punch. I'm about to throw a punch with my left, and Harry stops my hand with his right palm.