Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 31: Come Back To Me

Chapter 31:

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Recap of 30:

I know she probably can't hear me as I mumble the words but I can't turn around and look at her-

I can't see how much pain she is in because of me-

I can't look at the girl I took something without even believing she had it in the first place-

Her virginity.

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Whitney POV:

* Song: Whispers: Dave Baxter *

I pick up his grey shirt from the floor and slip it over my head, pulling my hair back through and twisting it over my right shoulder.

My eyes examine the sheets, remembering how quick Harry got off the bed after seeing the blood.

How he rushed out of the room despite me repeatedly calling his name. I hope he comes back but right now I don't have it in me to chase after him, to get rejected a second time tonight after he already left me naked on the bed and rushed out of the room

A heavy sigh leaves my lips as I rummage through the chest of drawers, finding a blue flannel set in the middle drawer.

His words echo through my mind as I switch the sheets, "fuck. fucking bitch." All

I know was I hope he wasn't talking about me. The way his fist hit the door made me jump and now theres a decent size crack in the wood as a permeant reminder of this night. One I'm not sure I want to remember since I have felt nothing but physical and emotional pain.

As I bend down to scoop the sheets up in my arms I feel a pinch in my lower half as the pain courses through me. I squeeze my eyes shut at the realization I may be sore for atleast a day, maybe more.

I decide to take a shower hoping it will ease my muscles but the water only seems to sting my skin. I brush through my damp hair, drying the worst of it with a towel from the wooden cupboard.

I sigh as I step back into the adjoining bedroom to find Harry still gone. I hope he's still in the house-

I slip back on Harry's grey tee, picking up the pile of sheets from the floor which makes me realize how little the shower helped in releasing the pain. For that sake I decide to leave my bra and knickers on the floor, having no desire to feel the pain of crouching down again.

My feet carry me down the stairs, with a few cringes of discomfort. My eyes scan around for Harry but by the time I round the steps and throw the sheets into the washer there's still no sign of him.

Maybe he has some pills I can take.

I head back down the hall to the kitchen where a small light above the bar is lit, stopping in the doorway as I spot his frame leaning forward against the sink. His elbows rest on the counter, a pair of black drawstring sweat pants hanging low on his hips he must have gathered from the pile of clothes on the sofa.

"Harry?"

I take a single step forward, halting as he stands up and twists around to face me completely.

He opens his mouth to speak but presses his lips back together, before parting them on again.

"What are you doing down here?"

"I-"

"Wait did you get a shower?" His eyes examine my slightly damp hair.

I nod, "I thought it would help...but it didn't so I was looking for some pills." And you after you jumped out of bed and just left the room- I want to say but decide to leave out.