AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 24.

"Styles. It is you! What brings you back to Bronson?" The guy asks.

Harry jumps down from the train without even touching either of the two stairs. I stand at the edge but hesitate to climb down.

"What the hell do you want with me, Shane? You're pretty fücking brave to show your face around me." Harry takes a few steps toward him.

Shane, as Harry called him, is a dirty blonde with a muscular build but isn't quite as tall as Harry. They clearly know each other and apparently Harry isn't too fond of him.

"What's your problem, man? I thought we were tight?" Shane asks, taking a step back.

"Yeah, until you fücking tried to rape my sister, you asshole." Harry spits. His hands are in fists at his sides and I can see his body trembling, even from my distance. He isn't afraid, his stance solid.

Shane's face falls, his eyes bulging. "It wasn't like that. She wanted it."

Before I can take a step to get down from the train, Harry lunges at Shane and tackles him to the ground.

"Oh, my, God!" I shout, jumping down, like Harry had before. I don't land as gracefully as he did, instead I land on my knees and skid across the grass. "Harry, stop! You're going to get hurt."

Harry has Shane in a chokehold beneath his strong body and is throwing punch after punch at the side of his head. Shane is kicking his legs and flailing his arms, furiously trying to get away from Harry. His face is red from lack of air and streams of blood are leaking down his forehead from multiple places.

"Get out of here, Elena." Harry says between clenched teeth. He shifts and tries to stop the kicking of Shane's legs but somehow it doesn't work. Shane takes the mistake to his advantage and manages to free one arm, landing a hard punch to Harry's jaw.

"Fück you," Harry shouts and reclaims his superior position easily, changing between his right and left to throw punches. Shane groans and gasps as Harry's knee collides with his ribs.

"Harry, stop! You're going to kill him! He's not worth it, Harry. You're better than him." I shout, trying to get through to him. I repeat myself a few times before Harry actually stops throwing punches and starts to get back up to his feet.

I glance over at Harry, taking in his bloodied knuckles and his swelling right jaw. We both look down at Shane who is still laying on the ground. There's so much blood on his face that he could pass as someone acting in a horror movie. His eyes are barely open and he's mumbling something unintelligible.

"Harry, what the fück?" I snap at him. I'm not against defending yourself or a loved one but this is insane. I'm surprised Shane is still alive.

"That prick pretended to be my friend, he made me think I could trust him. I was so wrong. He dead ass tried to rape my sister when she came to visit." Harry explained, not so calmly.

"I get it. This asshole deserves to pay for what he done. . . But Harry, you almost killed him. We can't just leave him here like this. Also, he could press charges against you. Big time."

"Fücking hell." Harry curses, pacing back and forth and tugging at his hair. He then looks at Shane. "Get up, you're not dying. I didn't beat you up that bad."

Surprisingly, Shane starts to move and after a minute or two, he gets to his knees and then his feet. Maybe all the blood is making his injuries look worse than they actually are. He's wipes some of it off with his forearm and then presses his hand to the side of his head.

"I'm sorry, man. Sorry for everything. Please just no more, I get it. I'm going home." Shane says lowly, turning and half limping away.

I'm standing a foot or two away from Harry now and the silence stretching between us is awkward.

"This day was fücking ruined." Harry says. His voice seems extra deep and cold, emotionless.

"We should go get you cleaned up. That jaw is going to be bruised and your knuckles will definitely be sore." I say.

"I don't give a fück about bruises or my knuckles." He starts walking back towards the road and I follow him. We get back to to his car quickly and silently.

Harry flips on the car stereo as we speed down the road, still not speaking. I'm resentful of that Shane guy for showing up. Today would have been a good day and I know it. Harry was in a playful mood and it could have possibly lead to him opening up to me a little bit about who he is. I live inside the swirling thoughts of my mind the entire fifty five minute drive back.

We're parked in Harry's driveway when I decide to speak up. "Are we still on for tonight? You know, your threat from earlier, that my body is yours tonight?"

"I don't know. You should just leave, Elena. I have stuff to get done, anyways." Harry grumbles.

My heart falls slightly in disappointment. "Okay, well I can come in and help you get your knuckles fixed up, if you want?"

"No, I'm fine."

I climb out of Harry's car and directly into mine, driving away like my chest isn't starting to cave in.

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