BELOVED [h.s.]

Chapter 38. Edited.

His lips were softer than I had imagined they were and, even colder. I felt air lifting my hair and when I opened my eyes Carter wasn't in front of me.

He was grabbed by his shirt to the sidewalk. Harry was a psycho. I had never seen him this way before.

"What are you doing?" I opened my door and climbed out. My stomach again, it wasn't just my stomach it was my esophagus.

"Let him go!" I screamed.

Harry did what I say, Carter walked behind me like protecting himself meanwhile Harry was breathing heavily watching Carter's every move.

"Tell her your purpose about all this shit!" Harry screamed at Carter.

"What?" I whispered.

"Tell her the truth. Have the balls to do it!" He shouted.

What was he saying? Maybe he was drunk.
More than drunk.

"I...I–," Carter was clearly hiding something.

"You what?" I turned around to face him.

"Tell her you are just revenging," Harry said calmly but agitated.

"Linda...I'm sorry," Carter's eyes were filled with tears.

"What is he talking about?" I asked him.

"Tell her or I will," Harry warned.

"Linda I really like you and past is past," Carter was about to cry.

"Tell her you are just with her because of me,"

What? I was so confused.

"Tell her you just want revenge and you are using her because you know I like her," Harry spoke.

"I did but not now, you are nice and wonderful Linda...I'm so sorry,"

"What is he saying?" I asked again. I tried to ignore my chest hurt.

"I met Harry in NYC and we were friends, some girls there just wanted to be with him for fame so I did the same. We took this picture of a boy and a girl and posted it on Instagram saying it was Harry and then we made this drama about it."

He told my girlfriend about it and she ended up our relationship. I met him here again and I told him I was going to revenge but I got to know you and I didn't want to do that anymore."

I was hurt. He wasn't a true friend.

"How were you going to revenge?" I asked.

"Taking a picture with you making out with me, and posting it on Internet. But I didn't do it! I wasn't going to do it! I swear to god,"

So he was an asshole.

"Go away Carter," I whispered and he didn't try anything else. He climbed into his car and drove away.

My eyes were hurting but I was trying so hard not to cry.

"Linda." Harry touched my shoulder.

I turned around and he touched my cheek.

"Don't–," I jerked away.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "This is my fault."

"Yes it is!"

"But now you know the truth. He wasn't good for you, I told you, babe."

"Neither are you!" I cried. "This is your fault; I'm hurt now because of you!"

I climbed one step and then looked at him, I pulled the papers where I wrote my interview and tossed the diary to his feet.

I heard him lifting it and then he followed me.