"The more I see of the world, the less inclined I am to think well of it." - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
(I have decided that is my favorite quote from the book :)
The worry in his eyes that I knew was there for only I, quickly disappeared as our gaze connected. It soon turned to the annoyance and hatred that I had seen in him when we first met. Unwrapping me in his arms that were surprisingly strong he pushed me away. I stumbled a little bit but recovered quick to return my attention to Harry, I was terrified of what he would think of me. Would he leave me alone in the forest? Could I blame him? Who would want to spend hours in a car with someone who was clearly mental. Someone who had seen the worst of the world, and had lost their sanity in the process? I'm not sincerely crazy, I know that, but parts of me I no longer have control of, I have the world to thank for that.
Harry opens his mouth to speak and I prepare my self for the words that will be throw my way.
" What the hell?!" Harry's face is plastered with a mix of confusion and disgust.
I know it's no hope to attempt to respond.
" You, you , you are crazy you know that right?" He begins to back away with his hands flat towards be, as if I were about to attack him.
No reply comes from me, accept a single tear that I am quick to push away.
" You can take your shit and walk, there is a motel half a mile up the road." Harry pops open the trunk and is obviously trying to avoid eye contact with me.
I guess this is what I get for getting into a car with a complete stranger, wow I'm a fucking idiot.
HARRYS POV
I step on the pedal hard as I drive away from Ember, the psycho bitch who practically killed her self trying to run away from me. A part of me can't help looking at her stand in the dirt road with her suitcases with embarrassment and shock defining her face. The right thing to do would have been to comfort her and take her anywhere she needed, but I don't have the best track record for doing the right thing. Most of everything I do is considered the wrong thing, but the problem is I've never really given a shit.
An hour into my drive away from the psycho bitch I begin to think about her, my mind has no control so I can't really stop it. Why did she freak out? Why was she falling over as if I had blindfolded her? Was she okay? Is she actually psycho? Of course she is, anyone who had seen her freak out would have thought so too.
Even though I drive farther into the distance, I can't stop thinking about the girl I found, only to abandon.
EMBERS POV
"Room 108 the third floor" The bubbly red head handed me my key like it was a gift from God.
"Thanks" I snap grabbing the key out of her hand. She flinches a little bit but bounces back quick for the next customer.
Yes I probably should have been nicer but it's not like I'm ever going to see her again, any way she doesn't seem like the type to hold a grudge.
Probably looking like a complete idiot I drag all my bags into my room and lean against the wall. My back slowly slides down until it reaches the floor.
Here I am, alone again, crying in a crappy motel. Where did my life take such a terrible turn? Was it when I decided to fall in love with my professor? When I slept with him? Or was it when some bastard video taped it and sent it to the Chancellor? It was probably all of them, because you know I just fuck up multiple times instead of just once. Well I couldn't help falling in love, trust me I tried, but I couldn't resist him. He was young, it wasn't like it was illegal or anything. Thank god it wasn't illegal, if he went to jail I would not be able to live with my self, him loosing his job because of me was enough. Before I can stop my self I find that I am calling him. It rings 3 times and I am about to click end when I hear it.
