Broken Hearted Love {Book 2}

Chapter 5

"If I know one thing, that's true. It ain't what you say, it's what you do. And you don't say much, yeah, that's true. But it's not what you say it's what you do. A thousand years go by but love don't die." - Love Don't Die by The Fray

Chapter 5

Christy's POV

I stared at the text message for minutes, not putting the phone down. The kettle screamed behind me, but I still didn't budge. What was I going to do? If I didn't go down and meet him, he would hurt Harry. But who's to say that if I were meet him that he wouldn't hurt me and then come after Harry? Something tells me that this man was the kind of guy who crosses his fingers behind his back, lying to your face completely.

"Babe, you okay?" At the sound of Harry's voice, my reflexes kicked in, causing me to throw my phone into the drawer and slam it shut, causing a loud bang to echo through the apartment. I looked towards the bedroom and saw a furrow-browed Harry leaning against the door frame. I knew the look that was etched onto his face. He was worried and I could feel my heart warm at the how much he cared; how much he wanted to protect me.

But this time, I had to protect him.

"Yeah, fine." I choked out, walking into the bedroom, leaving the screaming kettle in the kitchen. Harry followed behind me as I picked up a pair of sweats off the floor, sliding them over my legs.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"I have a headache. Just need some fresh air." I faked a smile, sliding on the sweatshirt hanging in the closet.

"Do you need anything?" He asked warily. I was a bad liar and I'm sure that he could see right through me. But he didn't push it. "Just don't go too far." He leaned down and pecked me on the lips, leaning his forehead against mine.

"I won't, promise. I'll only be a few minutes."

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" I could hear the worry in his voice. No matter what, I didn't want Harry to find out about what had happened. Or even that the unknown mystery man was wanting to meet me. There was no way he would let me go alone or at all. He would never undertstand how much I needed to do this, alone especially. I needed to learn to fend for myself instead of constantly turning to Harry, hoping to save the damsel in distress.

"No, I'll be fine." I smiled, kissing him on the cheek. I slipped on the ugg boots sitting by the front door, still drying from the previous snow fall, and stepped out of the apartment before Harry could protest me going alone. As I walked by apartment doors, I imagined what kind of people lived on the other side of them. Was there a happy couple expecting their first child, spending their nights up late painting their future nursery a pink or blue color? Or did little children's feet pitter patter across the wooden floor? Or baby's hands and knees as they crawled around, their parents chasing after them, attempting to keep up with them and their new found energy? Or did a broke man live alone, missing the woman he couldn't keep in his life, now drinking his life and health away? Maybe a man growing old alone, sleeping with the picture frame that holds his favorite picture of his late wife, visiting her grave everyday.

It felt almost impossible to think that there were people out in the world with problems inside them; darkness haunting them. But there were people struggling to keep their head above water, just like me. Fighting just to be able to catch their breath; to be able to turn the corner without fear clenching their heart. There were people who suffered with fear, some bad enough to let it drive them insane. Locks, straight jackets, and "treatment" trapping them with their fear. Not letting them face the world; to become stronger; to look fear in the face and tell it 'no'.

But who was I to judge when I was cowering to fear as I walked down this very hallway. This mysterious evil man used the one thing that I would do anything to keep safe and with me and that's Harry. I could feel the guilt already surfacing as I thought about Harry losing his life for me. I hated being lied to. I'd been lied to for years, always hidden in the dark, and here I was, lying to Harry, doing to same thing I hated. I had become a completely different person in the last six months; a completely broken person.