Fallen // h.s.

Thirty Nine

"I should fire you!" He screamed at me startling the boy that stood by his side eyes wide. I looked at him before looking down at Sammy. "Sam please go back to your brother. He is waiting for you downstairs. Teresa it outside, she will take you." He said as Sammy smiled apologetically at me as he left the office. "What the hell happened in here?" He said looking around the room that we were still standing in. I felt lightheaded and I knew it wasn't because I knew it was going to get fired but because I got hit in the back of my head just an hour ago.

"I-I'm sorry I was just-"

"You were just what? I thought you were more responsible than this. I don't even know why I am even debating the possibility of not firing you." He said giving up into his seat placing his fingers on his temples as he rubbed softly. "Please take your stuff out of your office by tonight before eight thirty." Mr. Strain said looking back at me straight in the eye. I don't even know why I didn't just tell him what happened. I bet I wouldn't get fired if he knew the truth. However there was something within me that wouldn't let it slip from my mouth. His green eyes when he came in, screamed at me hoping I wouldn't say anything, and I complied? Why? Because I am stupid, that is why. "I really wanted you here Emma. I don't believe you understand how severe this situation is. I have to admit that I am really disappointment and unless you can show me prove that this wasn't you, because you were in fact the only one here, then I'll take back my decision, but I doubt that will happen. Now moving on with Mr. Styles." Julian said looking to my left where an angry looking Harry was seated with his hair messed up. "You can be excused since apparently you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." Which was in fact right, in a way. He wasn't the one who did this but he was the one who made it happen in the first place. I placed my hand on my neck feeling uncomfortable, but immediately flinched taking my hand off starting the feel the bruises that where starting to form. I wanted to be as far as Harry as I could ever be, he might as well have chocked him himself.

"Mr. Strain you have no idea what happened! I-I don't know what to say but one thing I am sure of is that you will regret firing Emma. She is absolutely and utterly extraordinary at what she does and I am sure that if you give her a chance she can show you. Please don't do this." He said with anger in his eyes as he begged hopelessly. I don't even know why he was doing this. He seemed more angry than regretful, even when he looked me in the eyes as I cried, but the only thing he felt was anger. Because he wasn't capable of feeling anything else. He told me himself.

"Mr. Styles leave my office now please. I hope I don't have to repeat myself." Harry looked at him deadly in his eyes before slamming his fists into the desk in front of him, leaving without another word.

And here I thought that my life was just turning upside down and heading towards the sun, towards happiness, and I wasn't wrong, except for the part where it burned me into flames with it.

Everything was going great...until now. Harry and I were now in talking terms, well until now, and it didn't interfere with the fact I was dating Ethan. On the first couple of weeks after Harry and I broke up I started getting tons of voice messages from him, probably because he had figured out I wasn't going to talk to him anymore. I haven't listened to them yet and I wasn't thinking of doing it before and my decision hadn't changed especially now.

I looked up at Mr. Strain my eyes filled with sadness, as my inner thoughts only screamed for me to tell him what really happened, but I can't do that because that would mean putting Harry's life at risk. Although he had been an accomplice of this whole thing and partially responsible for being tied to a chair and basically gotten kidnapped and questioned, I still didn't want something bad to happen to him. It's ironic since I am basically loosing my job because he asked me to lie to my boss and tell him some outrageous story. I wasn't even going to ask him for an explanation because I knew that if I did I would just get some lame excuse from him.