battle scars // h.s

Chapter 6.

*Harry POV*

After Lillian slapped me I turned my attention to Brianna as she was laughing with everyone in the hall.

“Really? Was all this necessary?” I asked her and she stopped laughing a looked at me with a straight face.

“Are you serious Harry? She’s a snob, she doesn’t fit in; I’m helping her learn that.” She said, and I think she has a point.

“You’re right babe, she doesn’t belong here.” I said and then we left. I drove Brianna home and then drove to my house.

My mum’s car was in the driveway so I guess she’s home. I went inside and mum was sitting at the island and drinking some tea.

“Hey mum.” I said kissing her on the cheek. “Hi baby, how are you?” she asked looking really tired.

“I’m fine I guess, got a lot on my mind is all.” I said. “How are you? You look really beat.” I asked and she just smiled weakly.

“Planning a wedding is tiring, I must say.” She said, voice quiet.

“You should go lay down, get some rest.” I said as she yawned. “I guess you’re right. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Night.” She said kissing my cheek then taking her cup of tea up to bed.

Nobody knows about this part of my life. All they know is that I live with my mum, and that’s all. My whole attitude and outlook on life changed after my parents split up.  

I really miss my old family, the way we were before all the stress and divorce.

I need to clear my head so I decided to go for a walk. I stepped outside and it had just started raining. I quickly grabbed a beanie from inside and then started walking down the street.

I had been walking for about 15 minutes before I saw someone across the street that looked familiar. They turned towards me as a car honked its horn and I saw that it was Lillian. She turned back around and then entered the front gates of the cemetery?

Curiosity got the best of me so I crossed the street and followed her. Why is she going into the cemetery?

She quickly made her way through the rows of tomb stones then stopped in front of one.

The rain had stopped mostly and I could hear her say,

“Hi Grandma. How are you? Sorry I haven’t stopped by in a while, I’ve been busy with school. Umm *sniffle* it sucks. I hate dad for making me move and go to that stupid school. *sniffle* I mean I didn’t like Penola, they were all high and mighty and I don’t like people like that. The problem is that everyone at my new school thinks I’m a snob and a spoiled rich kid. *sob* I have few friends and get picked on by pretty much everyone. *sniffle* I don’t know why *sniffle* I’ve been nothing but nice. Then today this one girl who harasses me the most ruined my sweater for no reason then she slapped me. I’m so done with everything that has to do with that school. Dads girlfriend is a real bitch, sorry for my language but she abuses me and my dad lets her. He just watches and tells me to quit complaining. I just *sniffle & sob* wish you were-e still here, I miss you so much-h. You always knew how-w to make things better-r. Well I better get going, back to hell. I love you nana. See you soon.”

I stood there in shock as she talked to the grave; I never really knew that this is what she lives through. In a way I feel like I can relate to her but I would never tell her anything about my life. I don’t trust her.   

She stood up and just as I was going to start walking away to avoid being caught my phone started ringing.

Lillian turned her head fast and her eyes locked with mine. Her face fell and she grew pale seeing me standing there.

I ignored the call seeing Brianna’s name appear on the screen. I started slowly walking over to her froze body.

“How much did you hear?” she asked her voice rough and raspy from crying. Her red cheeks and puffy eyes made me feel even worse.

“All of it, Lillian I’m sorry. I didn’t know that this is your life, I really am.” I said and she just looked at me coldly.

“I don’t need your pity, I get enough from myself. You’re just another person to scar me, I have plenty of battle scars I’m use to it by now.” She said her teeth clenching as she pulled a rose out of her jacket and set it down in front of the stone.

“Just do me a favour and don’t tell anyone what you heard. Please, you’re not the one that has to live with the consequences.” She said then she ran off towards the gates and barreled down the street.

I turned around to face the grave and read the head stone.

Shirley Ainsworth, beloved wife of the late Scott. She is loved for eternity and will never be forgotten.

“She was the best person in the whole world, I love you Nana.” – Lillian Morris, granddaughter.

“Always will remember listening to music on her old record player and dancing with her and Lillian.” – Emma Morris, granddaughter.

“She was an amazing mom and the best role model for my two girls, love you mum.” – Heather Morris, daughter.

I guess Lillian has a sister, I wonder what happened. Why didn’t she say anything about her?

I looked at the one white rose and assumed that that was her grandma’s favourite flower. Something caught my eye as well.

There was a necklace with a little black cat head on a gold chain on the ground. Its chain was broken so I guess it fell off when Lillian pulled the rose from her jacket.

I slipped the necklace in my pocket and made my way out of the cemetery and back home.

When I got home my mum had made dinner and I ate it in silence then went upstairs to shower.

It was only 9:30pm but I had so much on my mind and I started getting a headache so I went to bed falling asleep instantly.

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