HIM

CHAPTER 29

SOPHIA'S P.O.V:

I spent the rest of the day trying to study but I was distracted from time to time by thinking of Harry. He is so charming, he has a great character. Mum returned by 11 PM. We were lucky because Harry decided to leave an hour ago. Mum asked me about Harry and I told her that he had left after she had gone to visit her friend. She told me that she will go to prepare the dinner while I prepare my school stuff for tomorrow.

While I was putting my stuff in my bag, I remembered the first day of school which was four days ago, it felt like forever. I remembered when I first saw Harry and what I felt when I saw his green eyes and the deep sadness in them, I didn't know what was the reason for it. Of course each one of us has many reasons of being sad and for feeling the grief, but his sadness and grief was very deep that I could feel it myself. Now I know why was that for.

I really feel sad for him. He always seems lively and energetic, but really deep inside him he has a big hole. This big hole started by his father beating up his mother everyday, and when his mom did, sadness, grief and stuffing all these things inside him without sharing it with anyone started to like eat the inside of him until it made that hole, this hole is getting wider and wider and it will never stop until someone care about him, love him to stop this hole from wider and wider that may end up in a way that is not good at all.

"Come Sophia amd eat the dinner." Mum called from downstairs
"Okay." I replied

I went downstairs and found that mum had already put the plates and food on the table and sitting on her chair, waiting for me, when she saw me she smiled. Ohh.. there is something wrong here. I sat on my chair and started eating.

"So, Sophia, how is your school so far?"
"It's good."
"Really, I mean have you made any friends, what about the teachers, any activities and so..."
"No, I haven't made any except Karen and Harry, the teachers are good, there are no activities."
"Tell me about Karen."
"Okay.. what do you want me to tell about her?"
"Generally, like how does she look like? her mother, her father? her origins?"
.. there is something reaaally wrong here she had never asked me about school or about my friends, That's pretty weird.
"She is pretty, she is Harry's sister so her mother is called Anne, and her father is called Edward Styles, she is from Minnesota as well, but her origins are from England." At the mention of Harry, her face lost its colour, what is happening here?
"She's Harry's sister?" she asked exclaiming as if she doesn't know and I have already told you yesterday
"Yes mum, I told you yesterday."
"Oh really, don't remember that." We sat quietly there for a couple of minutes, the sound of the fork hitting the plates and ME eating is only the sound there.
"What about Harry?"
"Harry? you have met him mum? he has told you everything you wanna know about him."
"Yeah I know, I remember."
"By the way, I knew his father and mother when we were in Minnesota."
"Really?" it ended up that we knew them... I am happy.. don't know why maybe because it's a small world.
"Yeah.. I think I saw Harry before they moved."
"Yeah.." I felt even more happier.
"Yes." she didn't seem happy at all..."Did he tell you that I knew his father?"
"No, he didn't."
"Why is that?"
"I dunno mum, maybe because he doesn't remember or something."
"Are you sure?"
"What's wrong mum?" I started to get worried
"Nothing just asking."
"No that's not just asking, you have never asked me about school or my friends, what's wrong with you?"
"I just want to be your friend, want to know more about you."
"I am used to it and I am not annoyed about it."
"You mean that you don't want me to know anything about you?"
"That's not what I said, don't try to force me to get angry."
"And if you get angry? will you shout at me or something?" .. I was really getting angry and I was going to shout at her.

I stood up and left her, I was going to my room. Mum grabbed my arm and forced me to face her.
"Why do you do that?"
"Do what mum? Leave you alone and controlling myself and not shouting at you? did you want me to do that? It's easy I have no problem with it."
And then out of nowhere.. I felt my left cheek very hot then my whole face, I felt sad, angry amd shocked.. Mum slapped me on my face.