Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

"What Is Your Obsession With Him?"

~Janissa~

 

I watched as Harry stumbled over to Jess as I continued to clean the juice up from the floor. It had spilled across the table, as well as under it. Hopefully, if I cleaned it with a bit over water downed bleach, then it would not stain the wood. Better not take any chances. I decide on a bit of soap and water to try to release the juice. Once I was finished, Harry sent me a small smile.

"His face healed." He smiled down at the small boy doing his homework. He ran a hand through his hair, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Are you taking Jess with you?" I question, leaning against the counter. What if he wasn't, I guess I could watch him. I shouldn't be a big deal.

"Um, if you came with me, I would," He sighed, "But at the moment, I am not sure." He took a step closer to me, trapping me between the counter, and himself. "Come with me, Janissa. Please?" His lips connected with my cheek, then the base of my neck.

"I can stay at Anthony's." Jess practically screamed from excitement. Harry groaned at the interruption. Well, in Jess's defense, Harry should not be planning on going farther than a kiss. Especially in front of his son.

"That's not a good idea, bud."

"Why not?"

"Well," Harry explained, "I don't know his parents. Or him for that matter."

"So?" Jess fired back.

"I said no, Jess."

"That's bullshit." Jess breathed to my and Harry surprise.

"Excuse me?" Harry had walked fully away from me, and was now towering over the small boy. Jess looked a bit frightened, but let his stubbornness take over.

"I said that is-"

"I know what the fuck you said!" Harry shouted. That caused Jess to flinch a bit, and me deciding his behavior was unnecessary. Both of theirs. "What is your obsession with him?"

"I am not obsessed with him!" Jess screamed, throwing his feet to the floor, and his hands in fists by his sides.

"Do you guys fuck in the bathroom at daycare or something?" Harry shouted.

"Harry!" I shout. "That's enough." I remove myself from the counter, and in between the two children. The air in the room was thick, and suffocating. I turned myself to face Harry, but he looked over my shoulder to the small boy. "Go to your room, Jess." I whisper to him.

Harry's eyes follow as Jess runs up the stairs. Not a single cry was heard until the door was slammed shut.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" My voice being a shouted whisper.

"Me? Did you not hear the little fuck-"

"That is where he gets it from, Harold! You have terrible vocabulary that consists of multiple four letter words!" His anger faltered, but he quickly recovered. "It's disgusting."

"Janissa, I honestly don't give a fuck what you think!" He tried to leave the kitchen, but I stepped in front of him. He always does that, when he doesn't want to talk to me, he just walks away like I am someone he can just dismiss.

"Move." He demands. His jaw became clenched, and his hands balled into fists by his side. Where I would turn my face to look at him, he would look the other way.

"I said, move." He demanded once more.

"Or what, Harry. Are you going to hit me? Do it, then." My arms crossed against my chest.