Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 20

The day wasn't over yet. It was about 6:45 in the evening and I was becoming a little tired. Probably from lack of food in my system.

I just realized that I haven't ate a full meal for a few days. I always just eat a few pieces of something and then dump it in the trash.

Harry was concerned as well. He was more worried than I was, but it's not anything bad. I've just lost my appetite.

My ribs have been more visible. Which I'm not complaining because I have always wanted to be skinnier. My collar bones stuck out more than usual too.

At the moment, Harry and I were laying in my bed with the radio playing on my Pierce The Veil cd. We sit and talk about whatever. I love that I can talk to him about whatever without it being awkward or weird. I don't ever want my mom to come back if it means that Harry has to leave. 

Every time I go to Harry's house, his parents are never there. He always told me that they were both at work or they are at a restaurant,but now that I think of it, I've never...ever seen his mom and dad before.

" Harry?" I pause for a second to think if I should be asking this question. I really want to know. "Where are your parents?" I ask.

He's silent for a few seconds as he looks up at me with a very serious expression. He doesn't show any emotion at all. He just studies my facial expression. His green eyes scan over my entire face until he looks down and finally answers.

" Probably at work right now." He says in mono tone.

He's lying.

" Where are your parents really at?" I ask as his expression looks shocked.

He sighs. " If you must know, my mum isn't in this country." he pauses as he thinks of more words to say to me. " She's in England."

I've always took well knowing of his british accent, I find his accent more attractive than an english accent but that's what I think because I have an english accent. It's not as elegant and sweet as an engish one.

" Why are you in California and she is in England?"

I feel like I am asking questions about a very sensitive subject. I can't help it. I just want answers to all these questions that have been trapped inside my head since I met Harry.

" It's a long story, really." 

" I'm listening."

He closes his eyes as if he was having flashbacks of the past. I have those too sometimes. But I don't have much of a past. He has a way more detailed and fucked up past than I ever had. Then again, most of flashbacks of the past are pictures and snippets of Harry beating me.

" Before I moved here, I was an 8th grader. I had very few friends. I'm not exactly sure if they were my friends but I'd like to think that they were. One day, My friends and I decided to go to this party. None of us excepted there was be weed and alcohol there because we were too young. But people then, always wanted to act older. So we joined in and  after a few hours, the police showed up. Everybody ended up running off.... Except for me and one other kid. We got to the police station and they put me in a cell until my mother came. She didn't come for a few hours but she came and got me. After we got home, she furious with me and my shit. and at the time, I really didn't like her or my father that much. But then she sent me to my father's house because they were split up at the time..." He pauses and takes a deep breath.

" My father was a fucking drug addict and couldn't get his ass out of his head. The first month that I was there, I thought it was paradise. He let me do whatever I wanted. But the second month, was hell. He did cocaine and heroin my often than the first month that I was with him. He would spend his days with his friends at the bar or somewhere where all they did was drugs. He would come home and.."