Unpredictable Love

Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Karleigh's POV

"Shit Harry! Fuck!!" I groan as Harry drives me back home to my Aunt's house. My fingers are crossed. Praying that her and my Mom are not home.

"Calm down Karls." He chuckles easily, but I'm panicked. All I need is another reason for my Mother and I to argue, which is exactly what this is.

"Calm down? Harry, my Mom and Aunt are gonna fucking flip when they see this abomination on my neck." I ramble as I fluff my hair around in attempt to hide the bruise-looking hickey. Shit, there's no hiding this one.

"Abomination?" He chuckles, " That's not what you were calling it last night Karleigh Jane Grey." Harry sneers at me with a smug smile. I glare at him but my stomach is fluttering at the mention of last night. My arms fold across my chest and Harry laughs as he places his massive hand on my thigh. His fingers tap against my leg to the rhythm of the music, and I smile down at his hand.

When I look over at Harry he seems deep in thought and my brows furrow together. Absentmindedly, I brush my fingers against his cheek and he looks over at me momentarily, then back to the road. "What are you thinking about?" I dare to ask him.

He shrugs and avoids eye contact with me. "I dunno, just, last night...like have you done stuff, like that before?" He struggles to ask. What he's asking dawns on me, and I frown into my lap.

"Harry... I had a long life before I met you." I whisper.

He nods, and lifts his hand off of my thigh, the mental misery his small action just put me through, feels like removing a bandaid.

"Harry, I'm--" I start to say. "No, no, I know. I don't know why I really asked that. I guess I kind of knew the answer." He interrupts me.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I question, crossing my arms defensively over my chest.

"Nothing," he says, "I mean, it's not like I haven't done that type of stuff with other girls too, so that was really hypocritical for me to ask." His voice is harsh. Ouch. Thoughts of him with other girls overrule my mind and I fight off the vomit that is rising in my throat.

"You didn't let me finish what I was trying to tell you, but never fucking mind." I spat. The car comes to a halt in Aunt Jocelyn's driveway and I practically jump out of the car. I can hear his car door open, and Harry chases behind me before I could get even relevantly far away from the car, and his hand wraps around my wrist.

"You were just planning on leaving all of your shit in my trunk?" He asks rudely and I yank my arm away from him to get my suitcase from his car.

"What were you going to say?" Harry asks calmly, as I lift my suitcase from the trunk.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" I scoff.

"Karleigh." He repeats.

"I was going to say that I'm a fucking VIRGIN you asshole!" I scream, throwing my hands in the air and allowing my suitcase to drop to the ground.

All emotions are wiped clean from Harry's face and he is stunned into silence.

"Yeah, I've fooled around with guys, but I've never gone all the way! Fuck you." I scream at him again, grabbing my bag from the ground and running up the sidewalk to the front door. Once again, Harry chases behind me and I try to move faster.

His hand grabs me again, and I drop all of my shit to the ground and spin around to look at him. Warm tears are spilling down my cheeks, and I'm beyond pissed right now.

"What?" I shout. "I'm an idiot, I really am! I don't know what was going through my head, when I thought that you could actually be a good guy." I choke out through my tears. Harry took a step back in retaliation, but I don't regret my words. My mouth won't seem to close, and more hateful things spill from my mouth.

"And to think you nearly got me into bed with you last night. You're just like all the rest." My voice is disgusted, and I spin on my heels, grabbing my belongings and darting into my house. The door slams loudly, and rattles the pictures and frames that are hanging on the wall. My back slides down the door, and I curl into a ball with my knees pressed against my chest. Sobs take over my body and I cannot seem to stop crying over this stupid boy, who I fell too quickly for.

My mom comes running from the back room and kneels down beside me. "Baby girl, what happened?" She asks.

"Where's Aunt Jocelyn?" I ask, a flicker of pain flashes across her face but vanishes just as fast as it appeared.

"She's out running an errand." She explains, and moves closer to me. Her arms wrap around me and for once, I don't fight her off. She'll have to suffice for right now, because I just need someone to hold me. The verbal fight I just endured with Harry, was more painful than any of the physical fights I've been in with Michael.

"Baby girl." My mom coos and I cry louder, unbearable pressure aching in my chest. "Harry, h-he..." I try to speak.

"Shhhh, baby, shhhh. It's okay. We can't help who we love. That's the hard part of loving someone, sometimes you get hurt." She comforts me, but I only cry harder.

Do I? Do I love Harry? I don't know, but this feeling I have right now, this miserable, torturous, agony is not something that I've ever felt before.