Thrash

Chapter 2

Harry's P.O.V

I was dreading going home after dinner with the Durleys. Partly because their niece was super freaking hot, but mostly because my dad looked like he had one too many drinks during dinner. I tried to stay quiet during dinner so that he could keep his temper in check. I went straight up stairs and it seemed like it might be a quiet night for once. That's when I heard the crash from downstairs. Not again.  I went back downstairs and into the living room, not wanting to leave my mom alone with a mess of broken glass.

"Harry, go back up stairs." my mother shot me a pleading look but it was too late.

"HARRY! My drunken father yelled.

I hesitantly walked over knowing better than to disobey. He grabbed me by the collar gripping the fabric tightly around my neck.

"When are you ever going to learn to mind your own fucking business!" He snarled. I tried to back away as soon as he released but before I could take a step I felt a hard slap. I stumbled my head whirling from the blow, he's been rough before, breaking and throwing shit, but he has never hit me. Not that I'm surprised.

My mother stopped cleaning up the shards of glass and screamed "No stoppit!"

"STOP!!" my mother was sobbing now "Please Ralph stop!" she cried between broken sobs.

"Shut it Anna!" He barked and with that grabbed his brown jacket and walked out. Most likely going to get completely smashed at a bar somewhere until he was ready to apologize. Leaving my mother and I to clean up the glass vase he threw against the wall.

"I'm so sorry Harry." My mother whispered wiping her eyes. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine mum" I waited for what she always said after he drank too much.

"It will get better sweetie." I knew she said it more for herself than for me.

Jen's POV

After everyone went to bed I sat in my room for a while. I have'nt really slept well since the fire. My thoughts drifted to my parents again for the millionth time today. Memories flashed through my head like a freaking memoir. This time I let the tears readily pour down my face. I hadn't cried much since that night and it felt good to just let the tears stream down my face. I decides to get some air and tiptoed down the large spiral stair case and out the kitchen door to the patio. I walked over and say down he large lit up in-ground pool. I stared at the light coming from what I assumed was Harry's back deck. I laid back against the cool concrete and felt a little better looking up at the sky. I wiped the tears away and sank deeper into as many memories as I could. I don't know why but I almost felt like it wasn't right if I didn't think about my parents all the time. Like if I didn't that I was forgetting them somehow. Or just acknowledging their death was some sort of insult. The thing was it just really didn't seem fair. I didn't want them to die, and I still don't believe they're gone. They didn't deserve it. I let out I breath of air I didn't realize I'd been holding in. I heard a screen door slide open and I looked over to see Harry walk into his yard. I laid back down and decided to just ignore him. I kinda wanted a moment to myself. I knew I would see me soon though, apparently rich people don't have fences between their yards... which makes absolutely no sense in my opinion. I wiped my eyes again and looked over to where he was standing in his yard. He looked upset actually. I squinted and noticed him rubbing his eyes too.  

He looked over and saw me staring so I sat up, leaned back against my hands and I gave a small wave. He looked around looking to see who I waved at and I almost laughed he waved back and started walking over.  

He shoved his hands in his pockets.  

"Hey" his voice was rough and his bloodshot eyes gave away that he had been crying which actually made me feel a little less embarrassed about my puffy eyes. Then again I was the one laying on the ground. Oh well he probably already thinks I have problems.  

"Hey" I looked down and he sat down next to me.  

After a few seconds of staring off onto space he turned to me.  

"Do you want to go swimming?" 

"What?" I smiled caught off guard.  

"I'm going swimming".  

I laughed "Now?" 

He answered with a smirk and began pulling his shirt over his head which left his curls in a puffy disarray. 

He chuckled at my dumbfounded smile and striped down to his boxers and jumped in.  

"Come on!" He smiled and I couldn't help but notice how seriously attractive he was with those freaking dimples. Jesus Christ. 

"Fine" I smiled and pulled my shirt over my head. I was blushing a little because not many boys have seen me in my underwear. Especially someone I've just met. Luckily I wasn't wearing anything too flashy or too old lady like. I had on my solid black boy shorts bottoms with a black bra lined with frill along my cleavage. I never had big boobs but they filled out my b cup nicely. I jumped in quickly after undressing and let the cool water wash away the blotchy feeling my face gets after crying. I surprisingly felt a lot better. I came up for air and swallowed a wave of water that Harry splashed my way. After coughing it up while Harry laughed, I looked menacingly at him and he straightened his expression. Then he smiled and sank down into the water so only his eyes could show me his devious expression.  

I couldn't help but laugh. I splashed back at him and then swam to the edge and rested my chin on my forearms. He swam up beside my and did the same. We were both silent again for a while before I blurted out.  

"Why were you crying?" Shit. I mentally reface-palmed. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude".  

"No, yeah it's ok." He smiled but his temples knotted together.  

He rested his head down to face me and I turned mine.  

"My dad is just a ass sometimes. I don't know I was just overreacting I guess."  

I nodded but studied his eyes. Then I noticed something a didn't before. There was a faint red mark on one half of his face. He saw me notice it and his cheeks turned a shade darker. When I looked back at his eyes with concern he turned his face away from me.  

"What about you?" He said probably more to change the subject. He turned to face me again. I didn't even know how to say it. So far people had just looked at me and assumed I was upset because they all knew what happened. I bit my lip and then replied, "I just miss my parents." It came out as more of a whisper and the words made me feel hallow inside. Now it was his turn to squint his eyes and look at me.  

"What do you mean? I thought you're just here for the summer. "  

"Is that what my Aunt said?" Now I was confused.  

"Well no... she said you were coming to stay with them."  

"There was a fire." My cheeks burned admitting my personal frigging problems. I WOULD dump all my depressing shit on the next person I met. I glanced over and his eyes were wide and I looked back down. He reached out hesitantly and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. Then I waited for him to give me a sympathetic smile and an annoying ass pep talk. Except he didn't. He just shot me a sad smile and I returned it, grateful for the silence.  

"Jennifer! Are you out here!!" A worried voice called from the back door.  

"Shit!" 

Harry laughed and ducked under the water. No doubt still laughing at my misfortune. I grabbed my clothes. Fuck I have no towel.  

"Jen? Is that you?"  

"Yes! Sorry! I'm coming." 

I ran up to the patio and tried to think of a reasonable explanation.  

"Jen... You're soaked." My Aunt exclaimed in shock. Probably because it was 3 minutes till midnight and I was standing in my dripping underwear.  

"I uh... Yeah. I went swimming." I hurried up to my room before she could ask why. I showered and changed and went to bed surprisingly feeling better then I had in a long time.