Part 45

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Harry’s POV

   I started debating whether or not to follow Alicia. I had so many things to say to her.

“How do you know Katherine?” the girl with red hair asked me. I looked down to her as she sat on the couch.

“I met her when I was on vacation,” I simply replied. Before she could ask another question I went in the same direction Alicia did. I looked in each of the rooms until I saw her. She sat behind a sketch book, lost in another world. Nothing has changed, she hasn’t changed. She’s still the same girl who always had something to draw. I can’t believe I ever made fun of such a gift.

I knocked on the heavy door, but Alicia didn’t bother to look at me. I didn’t blame her. If I were in her possession I would have me escorted off the premises.

“I’m sorry,” I broke the silence.

“I’ll never forgive you,” she said quietly.

“I didn’t think it would go this far,” I admitted, stepping in to her room.

“How far did you think they would go?” her tone became harsh.

“I-I didn’t think they’d put you in here,” I stuttered.

“This wasn’t their idea,” she looked at me as if I was clueless. In that case I was. I had caused all of this pain in her life, only because of the stupid actions I did when I was an early teen.

“Then why are you in here?” I asked as she continued to draw.

“My parents came up with this stupid idea. They pitched it to management and my parents were given even more money,” Alicia’s voice cracked. I lost myself and tried to make sense of everything she had just told me.

“You’re parent’s became sell outs?” I voiced my thoughts. I looked to Alicia and her eyes were wet. I shook my head not able to believe any parents would be willing to throw their own child in to a psych, just to get money.

“Congratulations,” Alicia dropped her book in to her lap, “This is what you wanted.”

“This is not what I wanted. I thought they would give you money to keep your mouth shut!” I heard my voice echo and I noticed I was hovering over Alicia’s chair, “I didn’t want this,” I repeated just above a whisper.

    I took a seat on the single bed and covered my face with my hands. I had made this innocent girls life hell through our school years, and for god knows how long now.

“Harry?” I looked up from the darkness and saw Katherine standing in the doorway. She looked so beautiful, so impressionable with her glasses resting on her cheeks.

     I couldn’t bring myself to smile. I would have felt guilty if I did. Why should I have the privilege to smile when I made it so difficult in someone else’s life? Katherine looked at me as if I was a ghost. I came unannounced and she’s probably in shock from seeing my face.

“What are you doing here?” Katherine asked looking over to Alicia. 

   I knew I had a reason, but in that moment my thoughts were clouded. Instead of rambling on about nonsense while trying to figure out what pulled me here I stood up.

   Before I could process what I was doing, I was walking towards the door. I could hear Katherine calling after me, but I didn’t stop. My feet kept moving, until I got in to my car.

   I leaned forward and rested my head on the wheel. I was finally alone in a quiet place where I could think without an interruption. I needed to get Alicia out of there. I need to clean up what I started. If I didn’t, I won’t be focused during the tour.

Katherine’s POV

   I watched helplessly as Harry drove through the gates.  I’ve never wanted to run after him so badly. I looked back at the bearded guards, they watched my every move. I knew they would run after me, and that wouldn’t help me get out of here faster.

     I lifted my hand on to the glass. I felt the bitter cold air that surrounded the door on the outside. How could he just leave without saying a word to me? I started doubting whether he came for me. It seemed like he would’ve liked it if I didn’t show up at Alicia’s door.

   My body went numb as it filled with regret. I slowly walked down the hall, I’ve never felt more alone. Harry obviously didn’t want to see me. He came for Alicia, he probably didn’t even know I was in this place. God why couldn’t it have worked, I thought as a tear rolled down my cheek. I thought it would take away all of the pain. 

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