Chapter 2:
Terri
I scoped through my drawers trying to find my Jack Willis sweater. My wet, jet black hair continuously fell over my eyes, causing me to miss the car pulling into my driveway. A soft knock came to my door.
“Go away Riley!” I warned, thinking it was just my brother trying to annoy me again. I heard the doorknob click and the door creak open.
“What the hell Riley! I said go aw-” I swallowed hard. Harry’s lips curled into a smile.
“It’s twelve o’clock...are you going to wear that?” he asked pointing at my shirtless body. He smirked and bit his lip. His tall muscular broad frame stood leaning in the door frame, one arm holding the top and the other in his pocket.
“You pig....” I mumbled under my breath. Harry cocked his head back and eyed me. His expression clearly stated that my comment wasn’t the nicest. My heart shuddered as I notice his muscles tighten and his eyes darken. Such a beautiful yet intimidating sight. I hitched my breath and stared at him.
“Excuse me? Say that again? I didn’t hear you.” he taunted. I bit my lip, wishing I had thought my words through. Harry slipped his hands into his front pockets as he waltzed over to me. His walk was slow and steady. I dropped my clothes from my hand and stared up at him as he came closer. Harry rubbed his bottom lip as he loomed over me, his eyes locking on mine. He changed. The bubbly, bright, sometimes ill-tempered, happy character I fell in love with was gone. Replaced only with a dark shadow reflecting a boy with tattoos, dark eyes and a deep growl. His sparkly emerald green eyes were shielded with a pine coloured shade of green.
“Did you. Just call me. A pig?” Harry’s voice rasped out into a deep rumble. I shook my head and backed away, my bed tripping me, sending me flopping onto it. Harry lowered himself down and whispered darkly and slowly into my ear.
“Terri...I’m not afraid to hurt you. Not physically...but mentally and mutually. Understand?”
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My head throbbed a continuous rhythm. Pound pound. Pause. Pound Pound. Pause. I looked up and out of the window. The sky outside was a blanket of dark blue, dotted with stars and rain drops. Rain. I hated it. But no matter how much I hated the rain, it still seemed like a better place to be instead of inside a car alone with Harry. Any place seemed better than inside a car with Harry.
I squinted my eyes out of the front window and sighed. Where were we going? It didn’t matter anyway. I was his. Involuntarily I must add. I didn’t exactly want to be his. I didn’t want to be anyones for that matter. But Harry being who he is...kinda just forced me. As usual.
“Terri I’m sorry.” Harry whispered. I took my eyes off of a couple kissing on a bench underneath an umbrella to keep warm. I lifted my eyes to look at the boy behind the wheel. His face showed real sincerity and I knew he meant it. But why was he sorry? I knew if I asked he’d get all angry and begin yelling wildly at me. So i just left it at that.
“It’s okay...” I mumbled. Harry glared out of the window. What now? Why was he mad again?
“Don’t lie to me Terri.” he growled. I looked at his hands tightening around the wheel, his knuckles turning white. He was right, I was lying. I wasn’t going to deny it. It wasn’t okay. Nothing seemed to ever be okay when it came to Harry. He had a way of turning your sweetest dream into your deadliest nightmare. I groaned as I noticed his car ease into an abandoned parking lot.
