Three months in jail

25. Honesty

Woke up to the sound of rain. How very British. It feels odd to be back in Manchester, I've left my house a long time ago. It wasn't something I found hard to do, I just had to leave. It never was a place I could call home. Only bright thing about my childhood was Harry.

My parents got divorced when I was little and I lived with my mother and my sister ever since. We weren't the richest but I had what I needed. My father turned out to be an unsupportive type of ex-husband so we had some hard times of trying to live normally. I've never told anyone this before expect Harry. He knows every single detail about me and that is scary to think about. Even married people don't know this much about their spouse. Through the years I heard many lies; people often say that it's fun to hear a lie when you know the truth, but I say that it's never fun to hear a lie. One lie can flip your world upside down. Believe me when I say it. I know.

"Oh there you are." I smiled to Harry who was sitting in the kitchen.
"Morning."

"Morning. Do you know if there are maybe some of my old clothes in your dresser?" I didn't bring anything from London. This was all unplanned and fast that I didn't even realize I left all of my clothes (even the ones Johanna gave me) in the Beckton apartment.

"I'll take a look. You can wait here." He passed by me without even looking at me. What did I do now?

"What was that for?" I asked but he didn't turn around to answer my question.

I heard the door to his bedroom close. I don't want to argue with him again. I did nothing wrong and I have to make things clear with him.

"Harry!" A loud noise made me jump.
"Harry! What's going on?" I went from surprised to angry to worried. He makes my head spin.

Another loud noise came from behind the closed door. It seems like he's breaking stuff. I am now determined to make him stop and listen to me.

"Open the door right now!" I banged my fists against the white door yelling my head off.

The door swung open revealing an ugly mess that was once his bedroom. All of the pillows were ripped on the floor, there was feathers and broken glass everywhere. Two lamps were missing and I noticed a red stain on the carpet.

"What?!" He shouted. His eyes were wild, his breathing uneven.
I ignored his rude answer and entered the room. I was being careful not to step on any of the pieces of broken glass. I've never seen him like this. All I know is that I will not let him blame it on me when I have nothing to do with this.

"Why?" Was I all could ask.
Instead of answering he hit a wall with his fist. His face twisted in pain as the tears threatened to spill out.

"Harry stop!" I yelled. I cannot stand here and watch him destroy himself.
"Why? There's no point in living like this Rose! I might as well die!" My hands started shaking and I couldn't stop myself from moving closer to him.
"Don't say that. If you do something to yourself you have to make sure I am gone first because even if you might not care I still do care, a lot. I can't let people disappear anymore. I've lost so many people. I can't lose you."
"Rose please tell me you wouldn't wanna live in a life that is full of insincere people and plain lies. Because that's what this is; one big lie." He faced me.

"If you can't tell me truth right now. I will leave for good." What did I just say? I can't leave, my mind is bi-polar. I just said that I can't bare to lose him.
My words caught him off guard.
His chest moved up and down as he took a deep breath.

"First of all, you need to know and you need to remember that I am not nor I ever will be a killer. I have some issues with violence but I am not a killer." "Was I clear?" He looked so dominant.

"Yes." I feel like this will be a hard conversation for both of us.

"Good. Now, how well do you remember our co-workers?"
"I couldn't forget them if I tried so yeah I remember all of them."
"Of course you know who Jason is, well who Jason was. But do you know his wife?" He continued sitting down on his unmade bed.

His wife? Flashbacks flooded my mind and that's when I realized something.

"Johanna?!" I said in disbelief. I always thought Johanna looked familiar to me. And now I know who she is.
"Yes, her. You remember her?"
"Keith works for her! She kidnapped me! She, she kept me locked inside a room full of my old stuff, she, she..."

"Rose calm down." I didn't know what to do so I sat down on the only clear spot in the room; the chair next to the window.

"I need you to listen to me right now, okay?" We switched roles again. Harry was comforting and calming me down but just minutes ago I was the one scolding him.
"Johanna is trying to find out what exactly happened to Jason and she is willing to do whatever it takes to get the truth. Since she thinks you are the one that knows the truth she tried to blackmail you. Now please don't get mad at me when you hear what I have to say next."

What in the name of God can he possibly say that can make me more shocked than I already am?

"Johanna contacted me this morning."
"What? Is that why you were acting so strange?" I all of a sudden felt better but my body was telling me to fight and yell and get the hell out of here.
"Wait! Just hear me out please!" He grabbed my shoulders and placed me back on the chair. I felt his hands rubbing my neck gently.

"When we talked this morning she said something that I think you need to know. She said that she wants to talk to you today." I almost fought against it but Harry shut me up. "Hold it there! I will be there too so there is no need to worry." I gulped.

How come there is no need to worry? Is he insane? I don't think he gets what we got ourselves in to.

"I will now try to explain to you why I trashed my bedroom."