Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Forty-Eight

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Part Forty-Eight

"It's okay Harry, you can come out," He tells me. I walk out of my room, my footy pajamas hitting the cold tile floor. I spot in my eyes, dark hair being tugged in my dad's hand, a limp girl lying in his arms.

"What's going on?" I question, my voice weak. The girl is tugged around and my heart stops.

"You know her?" He asks, my eyes landing on the scared, shaking girl barely alive in my dad's arms.

"What did you do to her?!" I yell, Beth's body nearly life-less.

He laughs at me and looks at my dad. "Michael, just let the boy have her. He can die in his own suffering."

My dad throws her to the floor and I run to her, her hand gripping mine with everything she has. They laugh at me as I cry, holding her in my arms, kneeling and holding her in my tiny arms to try to keep her with me.

"You're pathetic. She is too good for a piece of shit like you," my dad laughs, walking out with him, watching Beth breathe her last breath, her cold skin felt on my lips.

"No!" I yell, jolting up in bed. "No," I pant, my hands searching the bed for her. I need her. Where is she?

"Harry," Beth says, her body coming into view in the doorway. She runs over to me, her tee and shorts ruffling as she does so. She sits down on the bed, pushing my sweaty hair back. I wrap my arms around her and bring her onto my lap, scared in my own mind. The rain crashes against the windows, the humid air hitting my skin, and my body completely restless tonight.

"It's okay, they won't get you." She kisses my cheek and runs her fingers through my messy hair, not wanting to let her go at the moment.

My mind has been overloaded with him. After seeing that he's out of prison, I can't think straight. My first reflex was to get Niall to track him, make sure he's not going to get to Beth. I can't let them near us. The fact that I don't know where my dad is makes me even more scared. He could come back too.

"I-I...water," I pant, her body enveloping me in her warmth. I can't live without her and the fact that I convinced myself it would be best she's away from me, is complete and utter bullshit. I need her more than I think I do.

"Okay, I'll be right back." She climbs off me and I watch her leave. I pull her hand back and she leans down, looking into my eyes. She places a soft kiss onto my lips and I let go, her body swaying out of the room. I sit up and run a hand through my hair, looking around the room. I feel lost, scared in my own body once again. I haven't felt like this since I last saw my dad, the hospital rides, and the meaningless fights back in London.

The clock on the table reads 6a.m. and I fear she'll have to go into work again. I don't want her to work today, I want her to lie in my arms all day and not let me go. I need comfort. I need her love.

"Here you go Harry," she tells me, placing a cold glass of water in my hand. She walks away and my eyes follow her, her own Henley on her torso, the white fabric fitted and there are a few buttons on the front, her chest slightly exposed. Her little jean shorts show off her legs; her skinny, soft legs. I remember the multiple accounts of feeling those legs, the soft skin smoothly running under my touch. My thoughts fill with her, all the thoughts of my previous dream soon dissolving into blackness.

Beth moves around in the bathroom, wetting a washcloth, her feet soon walking back over to me. She runs the cold-water soaked cloth over my forehead and cheeks, cooling my skin from the intensely heated flesh. I set the glass on the table and watch her, not knowing what to say. She doesn't seem to mind though, her soft fingers running through my curls and over my rapidly decreasing warm skin.