Mommy

Chapter 3

Catherine's POV 

I hear footsteps getting closer and closer to the bathroom door. Oh shit,not now Harry, please not now. I know he cares about me and I care about him,but how am I suppose to tell him about what happened last night? How will he react? 

"Catherine,hey what's wrong please open the door," Harry pleads. 

I try to respond,but all that comes out is a muffled sob,great now he defiently knows something is up. The door handle begins to rattle and light floods the small confined space. There he stands, with concern etched on his face. 

"Hi,"I say as calmly as possible. 

"Uhh hi,what's going on Catherine,did I do something?" Harry says with obvious concern in his voice.  

Should I tell him? Is it his right to know what happened? And most importantly, how do you exactly tell the eighteen year old boy that you're currently fucking that your husband is an abusive cocaine addict that hit you and took your car and your phone,because I BELONG to him so everything that's MINE is also HIS. I'm not even sure why he hit me to begin with..... 

I can't tell him, I won't tell him. It's just too risky for him to know, who knows what he would do to Robert if he found out. Harry's got a temper. I once saw him punch a guy outside of the bakery just because he called him a manwhore that cheats on everyone of his girlfriends. I later found out this was in fact true. I wonder why he acts in such angry and deceiving ways?  

"It's nothing Harry, I'm just.....hormonal, you know it's my time of the month," I say as truthfully as I can manage. 

"Ohh well okay, are you sure you're alright though?" he asks. 

"Yeah I'm okay,thank you Harry" 

"No problem," he responds.

Harry's POV 

Hormonal my ass, something is wrong and she's not telling me. I hate to be kept in the dark, and that's exacly what she is doing. As I begin to ponder just what I could have done to upset her, my mind goes back to the possiblity that Robert did something or said something to upset her. As unwelcome as the thought of him is, I do hope that it's him that bothered her and not me. I can't stand the thought of him, so I try to distract myself and start to make dough. I HATE making dough, but it does help rid my mind of the things that could be wrong with Catherine.

Catherine emerges from the bathroom with tear striked cheeks. Her lips are an unbelivevably beautiful pink color and are also pulmper and softer looking than usual. Oh how I'd love to kiss her. If she wasn't in such a mood maybe I could. I watch her walk up to Barbara and they speak in hushed tones obvioulsy dicussing something Catherine doesn't want me to know. UGHHH THIS IS INFURIATING. Catherine then aruptly leaves the bakery. What the fuck is going on?! Well if she won't tell me herself, then I guess I'll just have to find out myself. 

"Barbara, is Catherine okay?" 

"Yes,I think so, she said she wasn't feeling well so I told her she could take the day off," she says.  

"Is that all she said?"  

"Yes," she states then turns away from me. 

I wish I could beileve that she is just tired, but I could tell that something was wrong by the look in her eyes. Usually there's life in them, like a blinding light of happiness, but today they looked empty and distant, like she was AFRAID  to be happy.  

Catherine's POV 

I patiently wait outside for my sister to come pick me up, so then I can get my stuff from my house and leave Robert. I have to get away from him, and then maybe I can tell Harry the truth about what happened. We could even be together.  

The grey MINI pulls up, and I silently say goodbye to Harry in my head, knowing that I can't go back into the bakery without breaking down into a crying mess. I know this won't be the last time I'll see him, but I know that the next time I do see him, things will be different between us. 

Harry's POV 

The clock finally reads five, which means this shitty day is over. I decide that I want to go out tonight and try to let loose, I sure as hell need it after all this worrying about Catherine. I wonder if I should text her and ask her if she wants to come out with me. I quickly send her a text and jump into my car anxiously awaiting her response.  

I check my phone when I arrive at my house and see no text from her. I take a shower and get dressed, and then decide to check my phone hoping to see her name flash across the screen, but I don't. I wait for ten more minutes thinking maybe that she was taking a nap and didn't see my text, I once again get no text back.  

Are you fucking kidding me?!  Is she purposely ignoring me and toying with my emotions? 

Ohh fuck this, I'm getting laid tonight and it sure won't be her that I fuck.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry about the delayed update, I got a cold and felt like shit! Remember to vote and also leave a comment! Thank you so much for reading!! Peace and blessins', love TAY  :))