Protect

Chapter 25

HARRY'S POV

What time is it? I unwrap my body from the old raggy blanket Gemma gave me to sleep with on the couch last night. Fucking Carrina got my bed.

I turn over slightly, but not too much or i'll fall off this small ass couch. I read the clock built into the cable box. It reads 2:00 p.m. Great. I literally slept all day.

I throw the piece of shit of a blanket onto the floor and slowly get up to walk into the kitchen.

God my head is throbbing. The whiskey tasted great going down, but not too much now.

I walk into the kitchen and open the medicine cabinet and pull out a bottle of advil. Hopefully this will help my hangover.

I walk to the fridge and open it in search for some water to wash down my pills. Once I open it the bright light of the fridge shines directly on the new bottle of whiskey I was too drunk to open last night.

I can feel the stinging taste of it run down my throat. I crave it. My mouth goes dry. I want it. I need it. Screw the pills. I throw the bottle of advil on the floor and grab the bottle of whiskey. I can't wait to feel the familiar taste burn down my throat. I grab a glass and quickly fill it. I bring the glass to my lips and slightly sip it. The burn is too good. I tilt it back further and feel the smooth drink glide down my throat. I let out a long sigh of relief after my glass is done. So good.

I look up from my second glass and my eyes travel around the small apartment. Where is everyone? I walk down the small hallway and open Gemma's door. I walk into her room, and she's not there. I walk across the hall and bring my hand to the door knob.

Before I get a chance to open the door, I am startled by talking coming from the other side. I stand still and listen carefully.

"It was so scary Gem. He completely tackled me and pulled my hair and I was begging him to stop and he wouldn't. I was so scared Gem. I ran straight to this room and locked myself in it. He is drinking again. History is repeating itself. His past is coming back to haunt him!" I hear Carrina say.

Her words are choppy, she sounds like she is, crying. Crying? Carrina does'nt cry.

"It was so scary Gemma! Don't leave me alone with him again!" I hear her say in between heavy sobs. She really is crying.

"I am so sorry Carrina. I will talk to him. I can't have my baby brother go down that path again. The drinking tortured him last time. Because of the drinking, Brit and the baby happened." I hear Gemma say.

"I know. I'm not only scared for myself, but what is happening to Harry. Even though he hates me, I do love him Gemma, I really do. I would do anything to be with him and I don't want to see him ruin his life again, especially if he is serious about his girlfriend." Carrina says.

What right does she have saying what path I go down? Who the fuck does she think she is? Drinking helps me. It fills the part of me that misses Kris.

"I'll go talk to him." Gemma says and I hear footsteps getting closer.

I quickly walk into the kitchen and pour myself another drink.

"Oh your up." Gemma says closing the bedroom door behind her and walking towards the kitchen.

Something looks different about her. She is wearing jeans and one of those crop top things with a belt and boots. Her hair is in waves and reaches the middle of her back. Her face looks different. She has dark blue eye stuff with dark line things around her eyes. And they are all sparkly and shit. She looks, she looks happy. The Gemma I know always wears proper skirts with blouses and her hair in a bun with little to no makeup. Weird.