The Clique

Part 6

This is the part where Harry treats Freddy like the most valuable star in the entire galaxy.

She felt like her heart had been yanked out of her chest and smashed with a hammer over and over again until it was in shreds, and then carelessly taped back together with scotch tape and placed back inside her body and then the stitches sewn with yarn instead of steel. Instead of steel they used yarn because they knew it would happen again, and they might as well not hurt her any more than it already would the next time. Everyone knew it was going to happen again, everyone fucking knew and that was what killed her because she had no fucking clue and kept going along day to day while her friends sat on the sidelines with their first aid kits ready. Ready to try to piece her back together, time after time.

But the last time she stitched herself back together she used steel herself. No siree she stitched herself back together with steel so that she would never have to reopen the wounds again. Never.

So here she sat in Harry's flat, well more like laid, while listening to him bustle around in the kitchen on the other side of the door. She pulled the sheets up tighter around her face and yanked them over her hands. She brought them up to cover her mouth and turned on her side, facing the pale green wall.

It was a pretty green, less than a Lime and more like a Kelly.

Kelly.

Kelly who broke out in a tantrum and stormed out of her flat.

Kelly.

Kelly who probably, no definitely did, tell the rest of the group of their stupid friend's escapades the previous day and who were all now firing question after question at her because Freddy was weak and incapable of a serious relationship and is now relying on a younger boy to make sure she doesn't sneak out in the middle of the night.

But Freddy would never leave this beautiful boy. She would never leave. And he didn't know that and she wanted to keep it that way because this  Freddy was strong this Freddy was confident and this Freddy was so  much different than the last that she didn’t even know what to do to herself.

So she slept. And slept and slept for hours upon hours and when she woke up in the next few hours she was greeted by a tray of food and a glass of warm water with lemon. And this touched  her so much because she had mentioned to him that when she was a little girl and was tired this was what her mother would give her and it just-