Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 34: Memorable Reunion

Chapter 34:

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Recap of 33:

When I look back to Harry his eyes are no longer focused on me but behind me with acute intensity.

"Harry?"

Before I can respond Harry shifts from his position to confront whoever is behind me.

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Whitney POV:

Song: Flightless Bird: Iron & Wine

My heart sinks in my chest as I twist around while Harry flashes by me and the man in front of the door comes into view,

"Andy?" My voice cracks as I blink to get his frame to disappear.

When I open my eyes he is still there but now Harrys fists are gripped around the collar of his shirt snapping me back to reality.

The ache in my chest grows as his eyes meet mine. My thoughts are so jumbled with so many questions I don't know where to begin.

Harry takes one of them for me, "what the fuck are you doing here?" His voice is a raspy yell echoing through my bones.

I can't seem to break Andy's intense gaze which freezes me to the core. I know I never told Harry but I have been thinking about this moment for so many nights, ever since I found out he left town.

What it would be like to see him again after admitting to myself the ways he hurt me and left me scared at night.

This was supposed to behind me, but now that he's here I almost think it would be better if he would have just stayed away. The pain the sight of him causes is almost unbearable ripping up buried memories of deceit.

"Whitney are you okay?"

I take a step back as Harry's fist plants to the right side of his face before bellowing, "don't fucking talk to her!"

"What are you doing here?" Andy yells to me erupting a loud huff from Harry.

I wrap my arms around my frame as Andy clenches his jaw with his hand before Harry shout echo through the room with a series of punches.

"You fucking," bam, "peice of," two punches, "shit." I wince as Andy nearly looses his balance at the severity of Harry's intense blow.

My eyes frantically scan the room not even sure of what I'm in search of exactly. All I know with a glance in Harry's burning eyes is if I don't find some way to stop him he is going to fucking kill him.

"Harry."

He doesn't flinch.

Andy swings to attempt to hit Harry back but in a flash Andy is dropped to the ground.

"Harry stop-"

"I never should have let you near her," he seeths before kicking him to the abdomen.

Andy groans, clenching his stomach. It doesn't bring me one fragment of equanimity to see him like this as much as it should after all the shit he did.

"She's mine."

The anger laced in Harry's tone also searches for dominance.

"You'll never," Harry emphases the word, "have her the way I did. The way I do."

My hand reaches for Harrys arm in an attempt to restrain him but he doesn't budge and he shuffles me off gently.

"Please Harry let the police handle this." I plead.

His eyes finally meet my desperate ones.

"You know I can't do that. Not after he tried to-" he points back at Andy while shaking his head.

I turn around squeezing my eyes shut as tears brim and I can't look any longer.

With my sight gone I can't control hearing the words he mutters that are toxic.

"Whitney listen-" Andy's voice is quickly cut off.

"Shut the fuck up." I resonate the sound as his body being picked up and slammed back down against rue hard floor.

"Please Harry," I cover my mouth with the back of my hand to stop from choking a sob. I don't want this.

Robert.

I jerk back around forcing my eyes to go straight toward the door.

"Whitney whe-" Harry calls as I push through the door, my eyes rapidly scanning the hall. A door to the right stands ajar and I rush down.

"Robert!" My voice resonates as I barge through to find an empty desk. I immediately recognize the room as his office, bringing back memories of those tainted days I took comfort in him.

My fingers comb through my hair as images of Andy unconscious taunt my mind accompanied to Harry with bloody knuckles. They provoke the tears to seep through my lashes.

As I sob into my palms for seconds or minutes later I feel a hand rest on my shoulder.

"Whitney?"

I wipe my eyes jerking my head around to meet Roberts wide eyes.

"I- Is everything okay?"

I shake my head rapidly, shuffling on my feet in the doorframe.

"Here come sitdown," he coaxes to the chair infront of his desks.

I point back to the room frantically trying to form words, all I manage to get out is a simple, "help."

I begin to walk back hoping he will follow, the squeak of his sneakers resonates through my shuffled thoughts.

"Whitney what's going on-"

My silence cuts Robert off as I open the door causing my heart to sink to a endless pit somewhere far from here.

Only one beating heart left in the room.