Saving Grace

Harry, Pt. 2

HARRY'S POV

"Grace get you and your psycho ass out of m y car" I faced forward and try to slow my breathing. I was angry, no I was INFURIATED. I tried to help her, I tried to get her to open up to me. I care about this half stranger, so much I pretty much saved her damn life. Who knows what would have happened without me there that night? God, what the fuck. She can't answer me but she can answer her phone and text? Allllllright. 

"Grace get you and your psycho ass out of my car" My words tasted foul on my tongue. They gave me a bitter taste and they didn't' sound or feel normal coming out of me. I felt like shit. They just spilled out. I wanted nothing more to take it back, but I couldn't. I've spent hours thinking of what to say, what to do.. and nothing seemed right. I was typing and untyping texts when a call came in, it was my mother. 

"Hello?"

"Harry! Hi baby how are you?"

"I'm alright mom, what about yourself?"

"Wonderful! Missing your precious face"

"Alright mom.."

"Anyways, I just need you to do me a favor, if you re not doing anything this weekend"

"I don't have anything planned, whats up?"

"Well there is this huge dinner and awards ceremony at the fancy hotel in town on Friday , and your father has been nominated for an award. Obviously, your father won't be able to attend, so we need you to go in place of him."

"How nice do I have to look?"

"Harry, you know the answer to that. I've had Melinda go and order a suit for you and it should be there by tomorrow." 

"Alright"

"Thank you so much baby, your dad and I should be home sometime soon!" 

"I'll be here."

"I love you Harold."

"Love you too Mom" and the line went dead. I loved my parents I really did, and I hated not seeing them that often, so I did little things like this for them. 

I still didn't know what to say to Grace, I didn't even know if she would listen. I was still mad, extremely mad, but I felt more pang of guilt then pang of anger. I knew I did the most damage here, and I wanted to take it back more then anything. No scratch that, I wanted to take all her damage and brokenness and take it for myself. I wanted to fix her, and I knew I couldn't but I at least needed to try, or let her know.