Chapter 9
Avery's POV
I felt for Harry honestly he was so much like me. An empty body dragging on. When your broken, you feel like another body, roaming the world day by day. No ambitions, expectations, or goals. Your an empty soul. No matter how pretty or handsome you are, you feel like a complete fuck up and whatever you think you did to make you like this is your mind setting and you feel like nothing can change it. It haunts you until your last breath on this earth. But only god knows what's life like after earth- if there's even life again.
It's funny because Harry and I just get each other like its nothing. All the hurt, tears, pain, and nightmares that I thought I was going through alone, I wasn't. I mean yeah he was all the way across the world at the time but he was still there, going through the same thing.
The car ride between Spencer and I was dead silent, you could hear the faint rain drops hit the window shield.
"Spencer I don't get it, what's the problem?" I was honestly very confused, like I didn't have any boyfriend or growing feelings for anyone. The whole hold me Liam thing was because I was in a vulnerable state. I don't have any feelings for Liam, at least.
I think I don't.
Spencer gripped his hands tighter on the steering wheel, and faced me "Nothing, It's fine, just drop it" he mumbled
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Spencer's POV:
It's not that I like Avery because I don't, it's just I know Liam has feelings for her. After the party last night Liam was trashed and I all he was talking about was Avery, I know drunk Liam. When he's drunk he speaks the truth and tells you stuff he won't want you to hear.
She kept asking me the same repetive question over and over, and I just kept replying with a simple "No".
Some things are better left for people to find out on their own.
Right?
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Harry's POV:
The moment I shared with Avery, a girl I've only known for 24 hours kept replaying in my head. The way she comforted me, the way she didn't judge me.
It stuck with me.
After she left I sat in my lonley flat waiting for the night sky to seep in to the grey one.
It was around 11 when I got a call from a number i've seen oh so many times.
"Mom?" my voice was shaky as I talked in to the phone "Harry" I could feel her voice appear in a low whisper.
"Mom are you alright?" I sat up quickly my heart pounded as I waited several moments for her to respond. "Yes--" her sentence gets cut off by my father yelling in the backround.
No, No, No please no, not tonight.
"D-Des! Stop! I'm--" the call went blank.
My heart beats faster. I get up and pace running my hands through my curls, tears pour down my face.
I open my night stand drawer and stare at the silver blade looking up at me.
I ponder the thought of cutting, I slam the drawer shut making my lamp teeter. Tonight wasn't a night for cutting.
Instead I walked over to my closet and pulled out my baseball bat. I know my Mom told me to never come back, to stay away.
But not tonight, tonight the bastard wouldn't get away with it.
I pulled on a coat and rushed for the door opening it with a hell of a lot of force.
Tonight was a night I was gonna save my Mom.
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A/N
Kacey: I know this Chapter is kinda dull! I promise it'll get better!
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