Beautiful Nightmare

Chapter 8

A/N: This is Harry's POV, hope you like it! Vote and comment, they make my day!

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Erika

As Alice and I sat on her bed, me crying into her shoulder, I felt this strange sense of comfort wash over me, something I haven't felt in nearly two years. I don't know how much time passed, but eventually we moved into a more comfortable position on Alice's bed. I was lying down on my back, with Alice's head on my chest. I was running my fingers through her long brown hair, feeling their softness rubbing against them. She had her hand over my heart, tracing little patterns there with her finger.

"I think I really like you, Alice." I whispered not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence that seemed to surround us.

I felt her small chuckle vibrate through my body, "I think I really like you too," she whispered in response.

"I'm gonna take you on a date," I said, looking down at her, trying to sound confident when in reality I was shitting bricks.

"O-Okay," she said as she sat up a little, biting her lip shyly. I smiled at her as I brushed my fingers against her cheek. Her skin was so soft.

"I should go," I said regrettfully, not wanting to leave. I was perfectly happy to stay in this perfect little bubble that we seemed to create in her room, but I had to face my parents now. I stood up and helped her off the bed.

"I'll walk you out," Alice said, following me out of her room.

"I'm probably not going to be in school tomorrow, so I'll call you once you're out." I said, once we got to the door.

She nodded, "Okay. Be careful  and please drive safely."

"I'm always careful, Alice." I said, smirking at her.

She just rolled her eyes with a small laugh, "Good luck with your parents."

"Thanks, I'm gonna need it," I said, walking down to my motorcycle. "Wait, almost forgot."  I jogged back over to her again and pressed a small kiss to her cheek. "Bye, Alice." 

The drive to my house was quick and uneventful. I was hoping that my parents went out to dinner or something because I didn't want them to ruin my good mood. Unfortunately though, because I have the shittiest luck in the world, I saw that their cars were parked in the driveway.

I took my time unlocking the front door, trying to put off speaking to them as long as I could. They weren't in the living room, thankfully, so I tried to be quiet as I walked to my room. Once I was there, I took off my jacket and laid on my bed, turning on my TV.

"Harry, I know you're in there. Get your ass downstairs, right now!" my father yelled, pounding on my door. I sighed, turning off my television and making my way downstairs.

"Wanna tell me what the hell happened at school today?" Dad said, crossing his arms and coming to stand in front of me.

"I told you already. Ryan said something stupid, so I hit him." 

"Harry, you broke his nose. Now, you're suspended until Tuesday." Mom mumbled from her spot on the couch. It seemed like that's the only way she speaks these days, the few times that she does speak anyway.

"I don't care. He's an asshole."

"Why are you doing this to us? Do you know how much stress you're putting on this family?" said Dad.

"What fucking family?!" I yelled, running my hands through my hair, resisting the urge to punch him in the face.  "You call this shit a family? Mom barely speaks anymore, I mean she's practically wasting away. You're always pissed off at something and yelling at us! This "family" is a joke! You have no idea what happened today but of course you're not even going to listen to my side of things. Instead, you're going to stomp around and talk about how much of a fuck up I am. Well, I don't wanna hear it!"

Suddenly, my head whipped to the side as my Dad backhanded me. I just stood there, shocked. We always argued but things have never gotten physical between us. My mouth was filled with a coppery taste as blood came out of my split lip.

"Don't ever talk to me like that again, you little shit. I don't give a damn if you're eighteen years old, you still live under my roof." he spat at me, pointing a meaty finger into my chest. I slapped his hand off of me.

The only thing stopping me from socking him in the face was the fact that my mom was sitting on the couch. My eyes flicked over to her. Her head was tilted down and her shoulders were lightly shaking as she silently cried. But of course she didn't say anything. She never did.

"Fuck you," I growled at him. Before he could say or do anything else that would make me lose my cool, I bolted out of the house, slamming the door as I hard as I could. 

I ignored Dad's yelling as I revved up my motorcycle and pulled out of the driveway. Once I was away from my house, I pulled up on the side of the road. I was seething, I can't believe he actually hit me. I lit a cigarette and brought it to my lips, wincing when it started throbbing even more. I pulled out my phone and called my friend David. I used the term "friend" loosely. I didn't really know the guy all that well but we used to get high together all the time in my old town.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey, man. What's up?" I said, trying to stop the shaking of my hands. I haven't gotten high since I moved here, and now that I had the thought in my head, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Nothing, on my way home. I just picked up some stuff. Want some?" 

"Yeah, sure, I'll be there like in 20 minutes."

" 'Kay man. See you later." he said as he hung up the phone. I quickly finished my cigarette and climbed back on my bike. 

As I drove down to David's apartment, my excitement grew. I just wanted to escape, even if for a little while and that's exactly what the drug would provide me with. An escape from all the shit going on in my life. I parked my bike and made my way into David's apartment. He lived in the sketchier parts of town but I didn't mind. I climbed the three flights of stairs and by the time I knocked on his door, I was out of breath. 

"What  the hell happened to you?" David said, leading me inside his apartment.

"I got into a fight at school," I said shrugging, sitting down on his couch. 

The coke was already cut up into neat little lines on a mirror on his coffee table. I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and pulled out a dollar bill, rolling it up into a little tube. 

"Here you go," David said, handing me a glass with something in it. I sniffed it, recognizing the comforting smell of Jack Daniels.

I downed the glass, feeling the familiar warmth spread through my chest. David was already done snorting his lines and was smiling like a fool, his leg bobbing up and down.

I leaned over, holding down my left nostril and bringing the dollar bill to my right one. I snorted the coke, the powdery substance burning my nose as it went in. I quickly snorted the other line and leaned my head back, smiling, the feeling of euphoria already spreading through my body. I quickly rubbed any remaining powder into my gums, not wanting to waste anything. I couldn't stop smiling as I poured myself another glass of Jack. I finally felt free.