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Chapter 16 - Darkness

CHAPTER 16

"What's wrong with you?" I said, making my way over to where Harry was standing while everyone else piled out of the small school hall.

"Never got my grauduation. Never really went to school though, I suppose. Remember when you asked if I'd been educated before? Well, yeah but not really. I had the opportunity but never really took it. Stupid really. Could have been a stripper." He joked, making a remark about the speech I had given.

"Funny." I replied quite bluntly. I hadn't really bothered to think about his education much. He didn't strike me as the person who would have attended school anyway. He looked rough, and you could just tell he lived up to those edgey looks he displayed so well.

"That was a good speech, though." He commented, looking straight into my eyes without even a hint of nervousness in his voice. Most people, well boys, would have been blushing red at their cheeks in attempts to say that to another person (or girl) so it shocked me that he did it so well. Although from what I had heard, I wasn't surprised shortly after. I knew he'd got around.

"Thanks?" I almost questioned, not really sure of how I should have answered something like that.

"It's a compliment, fuck sake." It was obvious he was getting angry because he started to swear and curse and his stance had fallen more stiff and upright by the second.

"Why are you here? I asked, suddenly in realisation of the fact he was at a graduation of 18 year old girls and boys when he was roughly 21 himself.

"I've come to pick you up. It's been two weeks."

"Really? You're that precise?"

"Everything has to be precise. You'll see soon enough. Every small detail matters. The smallest, Sam. Remember that."

"Okay. Well I'm still venturing out to this big party tonight. If you think I'm going to run away or whatever you can just come along to. I don't care if you come but stay away from me. Just so I can get a little time away from you."

"How's things with your mom?" He quickly changed the subject and I was more than surprised that he hadn't bothered to make a snide comment, or retaliate to my rude words in response.

"Shit, how'd you think? It's got worse. My little sister started going crazy at me the other day and started throwing all sorts of objects at me because of mom. My brothers fine though, he's being nice I suppose."

"How old is he?" He asked, seeming more interested in the conversation now.

"Who? My brother?" He nodded. "23 why?"

He paused for some moments before he spoke.

"Just wondering. He's a good lad." Lad. That word made me cringe a bit.

"Raised by the best. Oh, that's not my mom by the way."

His eyes fell from mine and hit the floor. I had forgotten that it had been his fault that my father was dead and I had just brought it up.

"Look, I really am sorry about that Sam. We would never want to hurt anyone especially like that. I told the others about it, and we're giving your mom a full refund on anything your dad ever spent. Although your mom doesn't deserve it the fucking bitch. She's just as bad as...nevermind."

"Just as bad as who?"

"You'll hate me if I say."

"Too late for that one, who?"

"Good point. You're proving more and more perfect for this job by the day. And she's just as bad as Hannah."

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows and I could feel my jaw dropping a little bit and feared I'd have to scoop it up off the floor, spitting out any flies that were consumed by the huge hole.