H&M

Chapter 27

"Oh, my stomach's tied in knots, I'm afraid of what I'll find if you wanna talk tonight. See the problem isn't you, it's me, I know."

Liam • • •

"You're really fucked, Harry." I squinted at him. My brain attempted to process his words.

"Thanks." He chuckled sadly. He took a labored breath, it was getting sad to watch him try to smoke with his broken hand.

I leaned into his cloud of smoke, snatching the cigarette from his finger tips.

"What the fuck?" He tilted his head at me.

"You're self destructing." I shook my head, tossing the cancer stick. 

••••••

Maya • • •

I stood, shaken, in front of Harry's door. I had come for him to apologize, for us to forget.

"Harry?" I knocked on the door before twisting the knob and welcoming myself. The phone rang as I closed the door behind me.

"Harry?" I called again.

"Harry, it's Gemma. I'm assuming you broke your phone because you're not answering my damn calls." There was a long pause. I was tempted to pick up the phone, but she began again. "You have to tell Maya, you have to tell her what our father has done. You can't keep avoiding her...  tell her that Micah is dead because of our father. Let her decide if she doesn't want anything to do with you."

I stood there, my entire body felt numb. The rest of the voicemail message continued as background noise to my emotional breakdown.

I sunk to the ground, tears burned my cheeks. What had my life become? I had become a bystander in my own demise.

I had to take action, I thought to myself.

"I can tell, I've seen it time after time, and I'll push you away... I get so afraid."  - Sleeping With Sirens (Scene 3: Stomach Tied in Knots)

Authors note: I'm back! I'm so sorry, explanation in the next chapter. And also this is a super short chapter but more is coming next week!