The Bad Boy Met His Match

Chapter 22: the creekveiw.

Harrys POV:

Eva hasn't spoken a word. Not an utter.

Not a mumble or a stutter or a sound.

Not.

A.

Damn.

Thing.

I blame Reece. I don't know what he did but I know he did something.

A loud iPhone ringing brought me back to the awful reality of my life.

I looked at the screen, shattered by my rage, and it was unknown number.

I answered anyway.

"Hello?" I mumbled, I am not in a good mood.

"Harry, I need your help." The devils voice came floating through the phone.

"Why should I help you? Oh that's right I shouldn't."

"It's not me that needs help... I need you to help Eva.. I royally fucked up and I can't fix it this time." That got me.

"Ok. What do you need?"

"I... She isn't happy. She won't talk. And-and s-she ..." He stopped and I heard soft sobs coming from the other end. It broke me.

"She hates ... She h-hates m-me."

No.

No

NO

NO

NO

NO

NO

...

Damn it Eva.

I have to clean up your mess this time.

Eva's POV:

I heard my phone buzz irritatingly. I looked and saw a call from Harry coming through.

I pressed accept,

And waited.

No sound came from my lips.

Not a hush,

Not a whisper.

Not even a tsk.

Not groan or even a mutter

Only silence. And that is a miracle.

It's been I believe a week.

With no sound.

Only a shake of the head.

Maybe a eye roll here as there.

Only soundless gestures.

Nothing with the chords of my vocals.

It was killing me, but it was worth it to see Reece squirm.

He begged and pleaded and got in his knees.

I almost made a comment on if he was going gay on me. If he was ready to "blow" (hahahah) but I decided he wasn't worth my breath.

Not even a glance.

I heard him call harry but I didn't hear the words spoken.

I was shattered from my thoughts when I heard harry call from the phone.

"Eva.. I hope you are listening.

I need you to speak.

Please.

Eva I miss your voice terribly.

Please come to my house and we can talk more.. Or maybe it will be just me talking.

Please come." And then he hung up.

I walked downstairs looked over at Reece and he got up to come with me.

I shook my head and he sat back down, sighing.

I ran out of the alleyway and ran to harrys house.

I opened the door and I saw him standing waiting.

I went and stood infront of him and crossed my arms, waiting.

We stared at each other for a good hour before he finally cracked.

"Why won't you speak?"

I finally decided my silence was over.

"Because people like Reece aren't worth my time.

He screwed me over.

He fucked up.

He made Gandhi roll over in his grave.

Do you know what he did?

He BEAT me and made me act like it was ok. Like I was FINE. But GUESS WHAT. I WASNT FINE. I WAS NOT OK.

AND DAMN IF YOU THOUGHT I WAS PISSED EARLIER YOU BETTER TUCK YOUR PRETTY LITTLE TAIL BETWEEN YOU SOCCER MOM LEGS AND RUN THE FUCK TO SOMEWHERE NO WHERE NEAR HERE." I exploded. I was pissed and hurt and by now I was sobbing.

I ran out of the house and harry chased after me. I ran and ran and we finally came to a bridge crossing over A creek. It was high enough to kill me if I "fell" off so I decided it would work.

I ran to the edge and looked at harry.

He was 10 feet away.

He knew what was happening.

He couldn't stop it.

And he knew it.

I walked to the edge.

I turned so I was facing harry.

"Goodbye harry. I will always love you."

I turned back toward the creek and looked down at the jagged stone rocks, and liked up at the sky.

I said a little prayer.

And then I jumped.