He reminded me of my poetry; heartbreakingly beautiful.
My bladder was on the verge of bursting - much like my tear ducts. Massey wouldn't let me go to the bathroom without him standing outside the door, and I have this odd phobia of people listening to me peeing, so I'd much rather hold it.
Harry was taking an eternity to show up, and Massey's nerves were getting more and more irritated with every second passing. He stopped talking to us, so Danica and I sat on the couch watching reruns of glee in complete silence. You could cut this white noise with a knife.
A knock came from the wood front door, Massey got up to answer it.
"Took you long enough." Massey commented, nearly slamming the door after Harry trailed through. Harry looked at both Danica and I, and just rolled his irritated eyes.
"What do you need me for?" He asked so casually. It's pretty evident that my friend and I are scared out of our minds - how is he acting like nothing is happening?
Massey looked at me. "Your little 'friend' here told me that you made a stop by her house late last night." He was smiling, but the tone in his voice made him sound like he was about to throw a fist at the wall. Harry's face remained the same. I closely inspected it in the few moments of silence between Massey's bickering. His lip was red where it was opened by someone's fist, and he had a slight violet bruise on his right cheek bone. He still looked like an angel, only with his halo missing.
"Do you know how fucking dangerous that is, Harry? Not only have you put yourself at risk for the millionth time, but you've now put Brinley at risk as well." Massey just shook his head and turned away.
"What the fuck did you want me to do? The salvs attacked me in a rubbish alley, out of nowhere." Harry lifted up his fist, which showed marks from the brawl. "And don't tell me 'you should have fought back, Harry', because I did, Massey. But I can't fight ten people at once."
Massey was silent. "The salvs? They're here?" He sounded taken by surprise, and his lips were parted. Harry just shook his head.
Massey sighed, sitting back in one of Danica's chairs.
It was silent again, and it was even more uncomfortable than before. I picked at the light rose polish on my nails, finding it the least bit amusing, but something to pass time.
"So, are you going to tell us what the fuck is going on or not?" Danica says, making me turn abruptly to her.
Harry and Massey turned to each other, seeming to have a silent conversation with their eyes before turning back to us.
"No." They said at the same time, making Danica laugh, but it wasn't a comical laugh. It was a laugh with death laced in it.
"You said Brinley could be in danger. She has the right to know why she could be at risk." Danica sassed back without wasting a second. I crossed my arms, completely agreeing with her. I looked at the two men, waiting for an answer.
Harry just smirked, and made his arms mirror mine in a immature cross. "No need to worry baby cakes. We'll take care of it and you'll be fine."
His finger were placed under my chin to raise my eyes. His green eyes shimmered in the dimmed light, yet they were the brightest thing in the room. It's too bad someone with such a horrid personality was given such angelic features. It's a waste, really. He's not only wasting a beautiful body, but he's also wasting pages in my journal, and space in my mind, and now he's consuming all of my time.
