When I wake up... You will be here

Chapter 64

Loneliness, depression, sadness, and alcohol

Harry’s P.O.V.

I'm lying in bed. The room is dark and completely silent. I sigh heavily. Between my fingers I hold the ring Emma threw me. I play with it sliding it between my fingers. Emma went away. She packed her things and as she could she took the first plane to London. And she gave me that look of disapproval before leaving the hotel.

I hated that she looked at me that way, it made ​​me feel... guilty. But I was not guilty of anything. Does she want a baby? Well, she better managed it alone. I will not waste my life so soon staying at home listening to crying all day and all night. Bullshit. Moreover, Emma only over reacted. Knowing her she’s now in our apartment, waiting for me.

But I do not want to think about it and unable to remove the problems of my mind I open the small fridge in the room and pulled out a beer.

A beer at three o'clock on a Saturday while I can see New York City through the huge window. I open the can and take a long sip. There are almost no cars and the city is illuminated by different colored lights. Some nightclubs illuminate the streets with colorful neon lights. I know that today at eight o'clock I have to take a plane, but I can’t sleep.

I take the can to my mouth and tried to take another sip when I realize that it’s empty. I go and take another. I open it and keep drinking. The cold alcohol feels good going down my throat. I wonder if Jade still awake and if I could tell her to come. But I rejected the idea and continued with another can. The third.

Emma’s P.O.V.

I'm standing in front of the wooden door of the big white and beige house. The tears are coming out of my eyes and the two suitcases with my stuff are at my sides. I brought only what really belongs to me and I left everything Harry has bought and gifted me, including my car, in the apartment. All those things can go to hell like Harry.

I've been standing here for almost fifteen minutes and still cannot find the courage to ring the bell. The Saturday evening falls over me and the fresh air hits me. God, I don’t want to face dad. I have fear and I have no idea what will happen.

Finally I rang the bell and one of the employees opened the door for me. Is Anna, the housekeeper. She has been working here since I was born. She recognizes me and makes me enter immediately. She sends another girl to bring me tea while forcing me to sit on the couch. The girl brings me tea and immediately obeys the orders of Anna and takes my bags upstairs.

The smell of chamomile makes me nauseous and I rejected the tea. I still sobbing and I cannot even attempt to quit. Mom goes downstairs and sees me crying. I know she knows what happens because she immediately hugs me. Anna and the other girl leave and thank God they take the cup of tea because I'm about to vomit.

“Oh, honey.” Mom tries to comfort me. I pray to heaven that dad is not home for some strange reason.

“God, what happened to you?” She asks when she sees all the purple marks and bandages.

“They tried... They tried,” and I cannot say anything else. “But they just hit me and did nothing more. I was alone in an alley in New York. We just went to a club.

“And what did you was doing in an alley in the middle of the night? And besides all alone.”

“Harry went with... He was with another woman and left me alone at the club.” I murmur.

“Oh, I thought Harry had beaten you. But not anything else happened to you?” I shake my head.

“Why all this fuss?” Dad complains while going downstairs.