Broken Beyond Repair

Chapter Sixteen

~:Chapter Sixteen:~

The phone shook in my

trembling hands as Harry tried to calm me down.

"Sh, Joyce, lovely, it's okay," Harry comforts rubbing circles in my back as I try to steady my breathing.

I take deep breaths to keep myself from panicking and already felt better in Harry's arms.

"Okay, now do you want to tell me what happened?"

I nodded. "She- my mom she called me," I spluttered.

Harry had a clue that me and my parents weren't close. When the boys came over and I told them the news of Josh gone to see our parents-my cringe was obvious at the time.

"What happened between you and your parents Joyce? What did they do that was so unforgiving?" Harry asked.

I know he is only curious, but I'm already confessing too much. But Harry had some right to know at least.

"Well back when I was fifteen my parents finally discovered my uh.. issues. They kicked me out, but since I wasn't legally aloud to stay in a place without parents I got shipped to II, so in a way it wasn't Josh's fault. My parents all along. Though Josh kind of encouraged it," I tried not to blame Josh too much, "though I guess it helped me."

That was enough information I was willing to give. That's all Harry needed to understand. Besides, even though Harry knew I cut since he basically witnessed it, I wasn't going to spit it out bluntly like its nothing.

Harry's eyes didn't hold pity, but a concern and caring that warmed my heart.

"What did your mother say to you on the phone?"

I sighed, taking a deep breath. "Well, she wants me to come visit. To see how well I'm doing, and Harry, I'm scared." I held his hand tightly afraid to let go.

"I'm so scared Harry. So afraid they'll just look at me with such disapproval and shame just like the day I got kicked out." I continued unable to stop myself from rambling on.

"Joyce, it's okay to be scared."

I looked Harry in the eyes, "and Harry I'm afraid of what I'm starting to feel towards you. I need you Harry. There I said it, I need you."

Harry's eyes brightened, or sparkled. He held both of my hands gently. "Joyce, I'll come with you to your parents if your willing. I can fix you, if you let me." Harry promised.

"Let me fix you," Harry pleaded.

"It might take a while, but if your willing to try then I'm all in," I agreed, and I finally gave my heart to Harry.

"I won't let you break anymore okay?" Harry said, "I promise."

But I wasn't sure if he could keep that promise. Instead of saying that, I simply smiled.

"Okay."

Even if I was hurting inside I had to pretend I was fine. For Harry's sake. It's almost impossible for Harry to fix me, I'm so destroyed. I'm holding onto that thin piece of me that's left, and that piece is getting thinner and thinner with every blow of my past.

Josh, that's one blow.

The thought of my parents that's a blow. A strong one.

Sara that was a massive blow.

My mom calling, yet another blow.

Harry snapped me back to my sad reality. "So when do we leave?" He grinned.