Mysterious

Chapter 6

I start to walk in the direction Harry walked. I'm practically running now, searching frantically. I want to tell him that I'm sorry about Kaleb and I want to tell him, that I love him. I don't know if he'll even want to talk to me again though. I guess that would be fair.

My emotions are going completely crazy right now. I'm crying tears of anger, frustration, and sadness. I feel guilty. Maybe Harry and I should've went somewhere else. Instead of just on the street, out in the open. Kaleb wouldn't have know anything about us. I feel so Stupid.

He couldn't have gotten too far. I have been walk/running for a while now and I haven't seen him. God dammit Harry, where are you. I'm looking everywhere. I peer down an alley, the same alley I followed Kaleb to last night. I see drops of blood leading up to the door. I go inside and see Harry lying on the floor. I run over to him. "Harry!" I scream with happiness.

"Ally?" He says, his voice is low and shaky. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to find you." I say. He looks up at me. Tears filling his eyes. "I just couldn't stand the thought of you hurt and alone."

"Thanx Ally, but I don't need you here. I'm fine."

"Yes, yes you do. You need a doctor or something. I have a first aid kit at my apartment, maybe I could-"

"Ally!" He shouts and cuts me off. "I told you, I'm fine." He's not fine though. He has a deep cut above his eye and his cheek is swollen and black and blue. His nose is twisted and smashed in. He's almost unrecognizable.

"A-are you sure?" I stutter. He looks at the ground.

"Yeah." He says, his voice almost a whisper.

"Why are you here?" I ask him.

"Because I live here."

"You live here?"

"Yes." He stands up and leads me to a staircase. We walk up the stairs and I follow him into a room.

The room is empty except for a small mattress on the floor with a sheet and a single pillow on top of it. The walls are cracked, they're white, but they have yellowish tint. It's smells like mold. I look up and see it in the corner of the ceiling. I turn to Harry. "This is where you live? This is terrible."

"I know." He says. "It's either here or the streets." I walk over to a door and open it. It's the closet, there is a folded stack of clothes at the bottom. I see a two pairs of jeans, three T-shirts and a navy blue beanie. "I take showers and do all my laundry at my friend Jared's house. The clothes I have on now are his." I look at the torn, blood stained clothes on his body. They are much nicer than the ones that he has, well they were. "I kinda wanted to impress you." He looks down and half smiles. I smile at him.

"Me too." I tell him. "Well, you can't stay here anymore, this is no way to live." He looks at me.

"Where am I suppose to go?"

"Anywhere but here." I say. "Oh, you can come live with me." He stares at me in disbelief. "Yeah, that's probably not a good idea." I say, realizing what I said was stupid. "What about Jared? You could live with him."

"Yeah maybe." He says. "I don't know if he would want me to. He kinda likes having the house to himself. And Ally?"

"Yeah?"

"If I'm going anywhere, I want you to come with me." I pause, considering what he just said.

"Ok." I say smiling. "I will. Do you think Jared will say yes?" I ask

"I'm pretty sure. He told me he saw you at your apartment the other day, and thought you were hot"

"Great." I laugh. He laughs too. "You get everything together here." I tell him. "And I'll be right back, I'm going to the apartment to pack my stuff.