Broken // h.s.

Chapter Eight- Imperfection

Chapter Eight- Imperfection

(A/N) Isan is played by Austin Butler and lawdy.

Isan's face is too perfect, unlike Harry who has a bit of flaws.

Harry is like me. Somehow, in some way, he was hurt and then eventually, he broke. That's why he pushes people away. That's why he keeps pushing me away.

But I shouldn't be the one to talk. I push everybody away also.

I pushed Aunt Carmen and Uncle Frank away. After my kidnapping, I pushed away my friends and even my parents who were there by my side; trying their best to help. Gosh, I have been so selfish.

Did I really think that I was the only one affected by the kidnapping?

Everyone who loved me was also affected and I never took the time to realize that until now; on my date with Isan. Everything he says is funny and charming, but it all goes through one ear and out the other. All I can think about at this point is Harry.

I don't get it. One moment he is caring and even sort of sweet, but then the next, he's a jerk and throws insults in my face.

So I was just a task for you? I asked him.

Of course. He answered.

Why am I sitting here, feeling sorry for myself? I should get back at Harry, not dwell on his words. I have been hurt way worse than this before; this should be a walk in the park for me.

"You're ready to go?" Isan asks, leaving a five dollar tip for the waitress.

"Yes,"

Isan parks his car in my driveway and walks me up to my front door. My dad's car is home, but my mom's isn't; she's probably still at the E.R, working late shifts...again.

"I had fun tonight."

"Me too." he replies, leaning in. I don't stop him because at this point, I want Isan to kiss me. His soft, plump lips kiss mine timidly and cautious. I put my hands on the back of his neck and bring him closer in.

He deepens the kiss and I enjoy it. I suddenly have a flashback of me and Harry's kiss and I pull away. It's wrong of me to kiss someone, thinking of someone else.

"Goodnight." I say before opening my door and sliding through. I enter the living room and my dad is sleeping on the couch with a bottle of beer still in his hands and the t.v. news channel is on.

I sigh and walk over to him, grabbing his beer and putting it on top of the coffee table. My dad looks so peaceful sleeping. I turn off the t.v. and am about to walk upstairs to my bedroom, but then I hear my dad say something.

"Lana, please no. Please come back."

"Dad, I'm right-" I go back to where he is and realize he is still sleeping. My eyes water at the sight of my dad having a nightmare of losing me.

"Hey," I smoothe his hair from his forehead. "I'm right here."

His eyes jolt open, wide and crazed. "Sorry."

"It's okay."

"I'm still afraid believe it or not." he says sleepily. "Cops are doing everything that they can, but... he's still out there."

"I know." I whisper. "I'm afraid too as much as I try to hide it."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to save you, Alana."

He called me Alana, but I don't correct him. Something about the way he says my name leads me to believe he is hurting...just like mom...just like me.