Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Twenty-One

Part Twenty-One

I wrap my arms tightly around Harry before he leaves. I stand at my front door; his cheek leaned down and pressed on mine.

“I am going to pick you up at 2 and then I am going to have the guards watch you,” he whispers in my ear. I nod and his hands grab my upper arms. He pulls away and kisses my forehead.

“Thank you for everything baby.”

I smile and kiss his cheek. “I just need you to realize that I care for you Harry. I don’t want you to think everything’s against you.”

He press and kiss to my lips and grabs my hands. I look up at him and his eyes capture mine in a heart-warming gaze. He places another kiss to my forehead and he lets me go.

“I will see you in a few hours. Be ready,” he smiles.

“I should be saying that to you.”

He laughs and I walk into my apartment, closing the door and kicking my shoes off. I toss my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head and linger in the living room for a minute, remember the night Harry and I had a while ago. His finger tracing the heart on my chest, both of us touch each other in complete compassion. I smile and walk to my bedroom, the room I have barely been in. My eyes wander around the bare room, the books not even looking in place.

There is some type of feeling you get when you know that you are alone except for one person. I don’t understand why I my mother had to leave. She was the last family I had and then she goes and becomes an alcoholic. I guess it was for the better that she went to California to get help.

I walk to my bathroom and grab an old bandana and wrap it around my head like a headband. Some hair falls loose in front of my ears and I nod to myself in satisfaction. I walk to the closet and grab a black shirt of mine and my black jeans. I change my pants and I take my shirt, observing my sore chest. It had bruises and bite marks around the pink flesh and is tender to the touch. I reach and grab a black bra from the shelf and place it on my body. My fingers grab my black tee and I pull it over my head, fitting it onto my body.

I reach down and grab my old black boots, really not wanting to draw so much attention to myself, which is the reason for all the black. My nerves seem to grow rapidly, knowing Harry is going to fighting. I don’t want him to get hurt.

I walk to my room and grab my copy of Romeo and Juliet, attempting to release some of my nerves as I wait for him to come back for me in two hours. I sit on my chair in my room and let the words of the most tragic romance take me away.

After an hour and a half, I hear my phone buzzing so I stalk over to the bed where it lies. I pick it up and hear my mother’s crying voice over the phone.

“Mom what’s wrong?” I rush, trying to understand what’s going on.

“The doctors here, they are trying to kill me Beth.”

I crunch my eyebrows in frustration; my mother’s delusion clearly due to medication.