Broken

Chapter 1

My eyes slowly fluttered open to the sound of my front door softly being shut, and carefully placed footsteps on the creaky floor. My eyes wandered to my alarm clock, 3:37 am. My eyes were heavy with sleep as I let out a frustrated sigh and slipped out of bed, already knowing who the intruder was. I leaned against the doorframe quietly as Harry threw his coat on the back of the couch.

"The least you could do when you come into my house uninvited in the middle of the night is hang up your coat." I said in an icy tone.

When I spoke he jumped a bit, previously unaware of my presence.

"Harry, what are you doing here it's the middle of the night." I whined, rubbing my face with my hands and taking a couple steps towards him.

"I just need a place to crash for a bit. My cars out of gas and I had to walk here and my house is too far."

I stared at my boyfriend curiously, "well what are you doing out in the middle of the night anyways?"

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the ground. Then the realization dawned on me.

"Harry, you know how I feel about your job..." I whispered.

He sighed in frustration and looked at me with annoyance, "why can't you just stay out of this. It's my business, don't worry about it." He said harshly as he turned to unfold blankets for himself on the couch.

I was taken aback, my mouth dropped slightly open and I became defensive. "Well sorry that I'm a bit worried you'll get caught." I spat out.

He turned to face me and his face began to get angry as well, his cheeks flushing red and eyes dangerously glaring. "what you think I'm stupid? I won't get caught just leave me alone about it."

My voice rose slightly and continued to get louder as I spoke "Well don't call me if you end up in jail."

Harry clenched his fists in frustration, his hands beginning to shake,"Can you just shut up about it for once? It's what I do, it gets me money, everyone's happy."

I took in a deep breath through my nose. "Not everyone." i said quietly. I glared up at him.

He looked me over, I was in a t shirt of his that he had let me borrow and a pair of sweat pants that were rolled down a bit. His face softened and he bit his lip and took a deep breath.

I scoffed as he eyed me and whipped around, "no marissa I'm sorry..." He began. I turned on him, "Harry just shut up. You need to get your freaking act together and decide what you want, me or the job."

I stormed off into my room and locked the door. I threw the covers back on my bed and angrily got in between the blankets. I glared into the darkness. We always fought. I closed my eyes as tears began to fill them. I really did love him, but did he love me...? It sure didnt feel like it.