Broken

Chapter 7

A loud, constant knock echoes throughout my house, from the front door. I get up from my bed and look at the clock: 3:00am, I sigh and slowly make my way downstairs. The door creaks it's way open, "hell-" my eyes widen.

Once my eyes adjust to the darkness, the dark figure standing in front of me, holds a familiar smirk. He stumbles into the living room, "miss me?" He slurs. He finds his way to my mothers alcohol cabinet in the kitchen and grabs the whiskey.

"W-what are you doing here?" I manage to say. I still am in shock that he is here.

He takes a few gulps of my mothers whiskey before he answers, "I thought you'd be happy to see me."

I shake my head. I don't want to see him, not in this condition. "You're a drunken mess!" I shout a little too loud. He wobbles across the kitchen to me, and caresses my cheek with his thumb, "I've missed you so much, Breeze." He whispers in my ear. "I didn't have a choice in leaving or not. These past few months have been hell, not seeing you."

I jerk my head away, "I've seen you, though." He tilts his head in confusion. "I've had dreams. Multiple dreams with you in them. You telling me everything you just said, every time." Tears start to drop onto my cheek. "Please leave."

He grabs my arms, "no. I will not leave. I haven't seen you in over 4 months, and you want me to leave?" I shake my head up and down.

"Harry, please leave," I beg. "You're hurting me." He grips my arms tighter. I groan, "Harry!"

"It's no that easy to get rid of me, love!" He shouts over my whimpers. He moves his hands to just below my elbows and I wince. He's squeezing my cuts.

He looks down to his hands, that are now bloody. "What's this?" He starts to examine both of my arms, that are bloody too.

I rip my arms from his hands and clean start cleaning them up. "You opened them up," I explain. He chuckles, "you cut yourself? Why?"

I glare at him, "I will answer questions for you once you start answering mine." I turn away to finish cleaning the cuts up.

I hear a loud thud and I jump around and see Harry's body collapsed onto the floor. "Harry!" I plop down next to him and start smacking his cheeks, "Harry? Harry! Wake up!" He doesn't move. I run upstairs to my room and call 9-1-1.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" The lady says calmly.

"Hello? My, um, friend, he, just collapsed in my kitchen!" I exclaim, not sure of what to do.

"Can you get a pulse for me please?"

I run back downstairs to Harry and put my index finger and my middle finger together and up to his neck, a slow pulse. "Barely!" I scream.

"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to calm down for me, okay? I need you to give me your address and I will send help, right away."

"4598 Redburn Road, Houston, Texas."

"Help is on their way. Please stay on the phone until they get there."