Stalker

Chapter Three

A week and a few days have passed since I last saw Harry, and since Steve has been here. Mum’s been working late recently and the house has been mine for these few days. Most teenagers would take the opportunity and throw a party but not me. Actually, I’ve taken that time to draw, study and simply relax in peace.

The silence in my house has made me just sit and think of all of the things in my life. It made me think of my college degree, of my drawing skills, of my job and whatsoever. But the most thing that’s been occupying my mind was my mother. She seemed so happy around Steve that day, always laughing and smiling as if she’s never been into any tragedy in her entire life, as if she never lost anyone important to her, as if my father’s still here and he’s the cause of her smile and laugh. But it wasn’t my father being the cause of her giddy mood, it was Steve.

I personally think I didn’t do him much justice and I might’ve been a bit too blunt with him that day, but it’s hard seeing someone else make your mum happy just as much as your own father once did. It tears me apart knowing my father won’t be the one holding her hand anymore, but these few days have made me realize that if my own mother can move on; then so can I.

So I’ll be setting a new goal in my life and its project get-over-yourself-and-be-happy. Not a great name now is it? Well, fuck it. I’ve taken into consideration that this ‘project’ means I’ll need to change a few things in my appearance, a new hair cut or dye would it, or maybe a tattoo won’t be so bad either.

So here I am waiting for the hair dresser to finish drying my now shoulder-length blue and pink hair. Let’s just say, I’ve gone mad. My mother won’t be so pleased but honestly, if she gets to change, then so do I. Plus, my hair was really starting to get on my nerves. Waist-length hair can get annoying at times. I made my way over to pay and I did, and then left the shop. I passed by the market on my way home and got myself Pop-tarts. A few calories won’t kill after all.

I walked in the cold until I finally reached my house, inserting the key and twisting the doorknob then entering in complete silence. As I closed the door an ambulance parked right in front of Harry’s house and paramedics rushed out of the ambulance and entered the house. A woman was crying and shaking uncontrollably and a small girl clung to her. The woman later followed the paramedics in and started pointing for them to go upstairs.

I made my way over them and entered the house. No one was at the entrance so it wasn’t really hard to sneak in or whatever I had in mind. Sometimes, I worry myself.  The same woman from before was sitting on the couch with her hand on her head and a phone in her other hand.

“I’m sorry ma’am, do you mind me asking what’s wrong?” I asked softly.

She sat up straight wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve. “I’m trying to contact my son but he’s not replying and his grand-father just had a heart attack and paramedics are transporting him to the hospital right now but I couldn’t just leave with them without telling my son and I’m so worried about my father.” She cried. I went up to her and bent in front of her not knowing what to do.

“It’s okay ma’am, go to the hospital and I’ll wait for your son and tell him what’s going on.” I assured her rubbing her back softly.

“I don’t h-have a c-car.” She sniffled.

“Here,” I handed her a tissue. “I’ll call a taxi cab for you and wait for your son; it’s going to be okay ma’am.” I said just low enough for her to hear me.

“T-that would be lovely, I a-appreciate It, a l-lot.”

“It’s no problem.”  I know how it feels I wanted to add but shut myself up and called a taxi.

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“The taxi will be here in ten minutes.”

“Thank you, a lot dear. I honestly don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here.” She sighed taking a deep breath.

“It’s no problem at all.” I smiled in reassurance.

A few minutes have passed and I’ve gotten to know her name which was Anne, and her daughter is called Annabelle. I was sat in front of the door so I saw that the taxi had arrived and I told Anne that it did. She thanked me for what seemed like the millionth time and then left.

So I guess it was just Annabelle and I now.

“Granddaddy Willy kay?” Annabelle asked playing with the collar of my jumper.

“Yes baby girl. He’s going to be just as good as before, but he needs to stay in the hospital for a tiny little while.” I replied kissing her cheek. She was just so cute, so cuddly looking. Like those kids whom you see in advertisements and you just want to grab their cheeks and kiss them.

We played together and I tried as much as I can to make her forget about the previous events that have happened. I made her a snack and she kept staring at my hair all the time.

“I’m home.” A deep voice announced from the other room.

I spun around to find Harry leaning against the door frame with a cigarette un-lit in his hand and his face holding a look of curiosity.

In a matter of seconds Annabelle was in his arms and she was holding him so tight like there was no tomorrow. He hugged her back equally as hard, but of course, not too hard. The sight was incredibly cute and all I wanted was to snap a picture but I knew it would be too weird.

Annabelle let go of Harry and he kissed her nose. She acted disgusted because of the smell. “I hate thigalets!” She exclaimed getting out of Harry’s grip and coming over to where I was standing.

“I do too.” I laughed holding her. She put her head on my chest and her little arms around my neck.  

“So, not to sound rude but why are you here?” Harry asked throwing his cigarette away in the bin. And that’s when I told him everything, from the moment I stepped into this house, until now. He didn’t say anything, instead he ran out the door, got into his car and left.

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