Temptation

Chapter 55

Beth's POV

"Do you trust me?" I ask.

He looks shocked by my asking. He probably wasn't expecting me to ask him the same question he's been asking all day.

"What?"

"I said do you trust me?" I look into his eyes and look for some time of sign. A sign of anything; guilt, hatred, but I don't see anything.

I see his head slowly move up and at me and a give him a small smile.

"Three years ago.." He clears his throat and swallows hard before looking back up at me. I nod for him to continue,

"It'll sound stupid." He says.

"No, no it won't." I shake my head. "If something like this bothers you so much, it's not stupid." I tell him.

He lets out a deep sigh and continues to speak.

"Three years ago, My mum was sick. I came home from school and she was collapsed on the kitchen floor.-" he takes a deep breath, looks up at me and sees If I'm still paying attention.

I had never known that Anne was sick. I know she takes many pulls and stuff but I have never took much thought in the subject.

"So, I uh- took her to the hospital because she didn't even tell me she was sick. I had no clue, but my dad did." This is the first time harry has ever mentioned his father. He scrunched his face when he mentioned him so I know that he has never had a good relationship with him.

"When we got there, I waited in the waiting room because the doctors said I couldn't be in there. I called my father over and over again but he never answered. After hours of still waiting in the waiting room, my father stumbles into the double doors and started screaming; he was drunk, crearly. I could smell the alcohol from all the way down the fucking wall. " My heart aches for him right now. His mother was sick, going through god knows what and his father had the audacity to show up drunk.

"I told him to leave because he was making a fool of himself and acting like a fucking asshole. He didn't even care my mum was in there, probably fighting for her damn life. He screamed asking for money. I pushed him out of the door and he pushed me back. He shoved me to the floor and started beating me, I managed to get up off the floor and Things got out of hand and I might have pushed him too hard-"

he shakes his head, puts fingers on his temples and rubs them.

"He fell and hit his head on the corner of the desk." He says jumping out of his seat and leaves the kitchen. I sit alone in shock and don't go to the other room to have him finish. Do I want him to tell me more? Did- did harry accidentally kill his father?

I sit down alone at the small table to gather all of the possibilities.

I didn't expect to hear something like that. I didn't know that it had anything to do with the relationship with his father.

Minutes pass and I'm still seated in the chair, the empty one across from me where has was seated is staggering me. I shouldn't be sitting here letting him think about all of this alone. I should be trying to comfort him.

I wipe the unexpected tears that have fallen and get out of the seat. I turn around and see him standing in the doorway. His eyes are red, he must have left the room because he couldn't hold it in anymore.

"I didn't mean to do it." He whispers. "Please don't be afraid of me."

Those words make my chest tighten. What Harry did was an accident; self defense. His father was beating him because he was drunk and needed of more. I know harry has an anger problem and it's hard for him to control it sometime but I'm not going to hold what happened against him.

I walk closer to him and wrap my hands around his torso. I squeeze tightly as I sniffle onto his shirt.

"It wasn't your fault."

"That's what everyone keeps telling me." He pulls me away and I follow him into the small living room.

"I pushed him. He hit his head, it was my fault. Everyone says it was self defense but I don't feel as though I was protecting myself.-" he points to his chest angrily. "I pushed him hard because I couldn't even think how he could just stumble in there not even asking how my mum was."

I don't know what to say. I place my hand on his back and rub up and down to try to make him calm down. I can feel the pounding of his heart through my hand.

We sit in silence and I lay my head on his shoulder.

"Remember when we had to do an assignment in art about alcoholism?" He asks and the flashbacks roll through my mind. The day seems so far away but it was only about two months ago.

Flashback:

I turned my canvas around for the class to see. "My painting symbolize the power that alcohol has over a person. The broken glass pieces are symbolized how much alcohol can shatter you as a person and have control over everything that you do."

"Mrs, Edwards.-" the teacher calls over. "This is an excellent pice of work., great work!" The whole class claps except for one person. Harry. He's still looking at me with those dark eyes.

"Harry,-" the teacher calls him up to go present his project.

"I didn't do it." He simply states.

..

It makes sense now. He didn't do the project because it would've just reminded him about that night.

"I'm pretty sure you get why I didn't do the project." He mumbles and I grab his hand.

"I can't tell you I understand how you're feeling because I don't. But I do know that it was an accident. You didn't mean to hurt your father and I will not look at you any differently than I have been." I tell him and he smiles.

"And im not scared of you." I add and he smiles wider.

"but, is your mother okay now?" I wonder.

"Yeah, she went through kemo therapy," she had cancer. Anne must be a strong woman for getting through such a horrendous sickness.

"Good,"

"You're exausted." He groans and lifts off of the couch. "Time for bed."

We walk to the bedroom and within ten minutes we are both fast asleep.

-/

The next morning there is a knock at the door. I choose to ignore it because I don't want to open his door without knowing who it is.

The knocking continues and I turn over my shoulder to look at Harry.

"Harry," I whisper but he doesn't answer.

"Harry," I repeat and shake him slightly on the shoulders.

He groans in his sleep.

"There's someone at the door."
His eyes jolt open and he goes to leave the room quickly.

"Stay here." He orders and I can only here muffled voices through the door he closed after him.

Seconds later loud footsteps are heard and the door opens fast and hits the wall behind it from the fast impact.

A person wearing black heels with a black skirt are at the door. My eyes are still foggy from the sleep and I rub them quickly and sit up straight on the bed.

The red lipstick comes into view and the brown wavy hair comes into view.

"Mom?"

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