Halcyon ~ A Harries Twins Story

Chapter 3 - Getting Worse

~ Halcyon's P.O.V. ~

I sat on the sofa with my legs crossed under me, as Finn strode into the laundry room, bringing out a bright green towel. He held it out to me, and I cautiously snatched it away, hugging it close. Finn stood there dripping in front of me. It was awkward.

"You're...uh...getting me wet..." I told him.

"Sorry..." He sat down next to me, not worrying about getting the soft black leather soaked. The room was modern yet cozy, and it would have been nice just sitting there with Finn - despite the fact that I was being held captive, and I was searing with pain, from my cut-up foot, to my scraped skin, to my pounding head. I would have been furious, but to be honest I was too physically and emotionally drained. So I sat there, clutching my towel, and staring blankly at the floor.

"Why are you keeping me here?" I asked, my voice frail.

Finn didn't answer. He just glared at the floor.

"Your foot is bleeding," he said.

"Thanks for noticing," I snapped at him.

"It's your fault anyways," he said irritably. "You shouldn't have tried to run away."

"It's what any sane person would have done!" I shrieked at him. "Do you expect me to just stay here forever?!"

"No," he muttered, looking down at his hands. "Just long enough for you to fall in love with me the same way I fell in love with you."

Oh my God. "Finn..." I reached out to take his hand, then faltered, pulling back. Finn dropped his head onto his hands for a few seconds. Then, he stood up.

"Your foot...uh..."

I looked down and squeaked, covering my mouth. I hadn't even noticed how much my foot was bleeding...but the white carpet was more than just stained.

"C'mon," he said to me, sounding drained, shoving his hands in his pockets. I followed him up the flights off stairs, our steps echoing through the empty house. We reached his room, and he led me to the master bathroom. It was done in black marble, with huge windows letting in natural light. I looked down, crossing my arms. The pain in my foot was searing, but no way was I going to show it.

"Just take a shower and then come downstairs, and...I'll wrap your foot up, I guess..."

I glared at him. He stared back blankly. We both knew I needed a hospital. But we also knew that if he took me, I would escape.

He closed the door and I waited until his footsteps faded away before dashing to the windows, desperately searching for a hinge or lock. But there was nothing. I sunk to the floor.

After a few minutes, I picked myself up and trudged over to the shower, turning it on. Wow, there were so many settings on the shower head...and a lot of Finn's things on the shelves. I took off my bikini and shorts, throwing them down what I assumed was a laundry chute. Then I froze. How was I going to get them back?

Whatever. I stepped into the light spray off the shower, and gingerly cleaned off my foot, gritting my teeth the entire time. Then I made quick work of my hair, using some of Finn's shampoo and conditioner, and stealing an extra razor of his for my legs. I was thinking about how nice it was in the shower, and how I wish I could have stayed in there forever, when there was pounding on the door. I rolled my eyes, and turned off the shower, wrapping myself in a fluffy white towel. Jack burst in. 

"Jack?" I whispered.

"Finn's really mad, he won't help you, so I thought..." He gestured at the bandages in his hand. "I would." 

I started crying, sinking down to the floor, my head tucked into my knees. I was feeling miserable, depressed even. "What did I do? I don't understand a-any of this, n-no one is explaining anything to me..." He closed the door behind him.

Jack slid down close, and wrapped an arm around me. I sobbed for quite a while, until I just started hiccuping. And despite how sad I was feeling, I couldn't help but giggle. Jack cracked a smile. 

He scooted in front of me, and started wrapping up my foot.  I winced, staring at him curiously. 

"C -hiccup- can you please explain what's happening?"

He didn't answer for a minute, thinking. Then he glanced at me, holding my gaze, and I couldn't help but stare in awe at his clear green eyes. 

"From the beginning?" He asked me.

"From the beginning," I told him sternly.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"When Finn first saw you last night - " Was it really only last night? I wondered. It seems like months ago. " - I knew at once he fancied you. And if it were normal circumstances, he probably would have asked you on a date, taking things slowly. He's a gentleman, honest. We both are."

This wasn't making sense. "So why is he...?"

"I'm getting there," he told me. "Anyways, he's uh...bipolar, but we got that under control long ago. Or, we thought so. A year or two after we started Jacksgap, his medication started failling. We had made quite a bit of money off Youtube, so we just moved to the U.S. for a new doctor, and plus I've always wanted to go to Uni someplace warm." Jack paused, biting his lip and wringing his hands. "But...last night - or was it early this morning? - he knocked his pills down the sink. He only gets worse the longer he doesn't take them. I have to go back to London to get more, then back here to get the approval from our new doctor, and I don't want to leave you alone here."

 "You mean, he isn't even at his worst?" I asked in a shaky voice. Before Jack could even finish his whole explanation, Finn burst through the door, obviously furious. He spotted us sitting on the cold tile floor straight ahead of him. He pointed at me, and made a 'come here' gesture, as to say get over here.

 My eyes widened, and I was frozen in my place. I looked over to Jack, and he nodded at me giving me the signal to go talk to him. I held on to the top of my towel, and slowly got up from my sitting position on the cold tile floor. I shuffled closer and closer to him, looking at the ground the whole time. I slowly looked up to see a very angry expression. I didn't expect any less.

 Out of nowhere, he took a handful of my hair in his large hand, and started walking out of the bathroom. I, of course, had to follow the boy that was tugging on my hair, and we ended up walking into what looked like a closet. A very big one, I must say. Once we were inside of the room, Finn turned around and locked the door. He pushed me onto the automon, and vigorously tried ripping my towel off of my body.

 "FINN! STOP! PLEASE STOP!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs, and out of nowhere slapped the boy in front of me. He let go of the towel, and i adjusted it back to where it was. When I looked up, he had a very blank expression on his face. I swear I saw a bit of guilt in his eyes. He rushed out of the room, locking the door behind him.

 Great. I was trapped. Again.