"Don't I deserve an answer." I stand up, looking around to Ava and back Des. Im right, I do deserve an answer its just the case if he'll give me one. Highly unlikely.
"Shut her up." He looks over to Ava, she quietly nods walking over to me. I take a step bac as she reaches out for me.
"No, no no you don't-" He looks irritated, mad almost like Harry does when he has his moments. This isn't going to end good. Stop, please stop. Lets not get yourself into trouble.
"Shut up. Just shut up," He pushes Ava out the way and shoves me back down onto the couch. "Have some fucking respect." His breathing is irregular and his eyes have darkened.
"Sir-"
"No, she needs to learn." What? He latches onto my arm pulling me up and pushing me in front of me. I look back at Ava, her frantic movements leave me on edge. "Move, now" His voice is barely audible, but I do as he says. He pushes me onto he living room floor, slamming the door shut.
I cowardly move back away from him, he paces back and forth over the small area. "What-how do you know about her?" His finger tips tug at his hair, "Well?" He quickly paces over to me.
"Al-ice, Zayn-"
"Shit, shit shit" He tugs even harder. "No, no-" Im more confused than ever, was I not meant to find about her? Clearly I wasn't otherwise this wouldn't be a problem.
"W-hat, why cant I know about her." I slowly approach him, he flinches slightly as I place my hand on his shoulder.
"You just cant." He sighs, bipolar. Slightly like someone I know. I sigh, sitting down next to him. "I-m sorry." He shakes his head. How can someone be so defeated yet scary within seconds. "I suppose you deserve answers now." I slightly nod my head.
He shuffles to the right turning to face me. A deep sigh falls from his lips. "I met her a good year and half ago, Harry brought her when he was able to visit us. I thought nothing of it, thought it was just a short term relationship. Well months passed and they were still together and Harry was no where near stable enough to have a relationship, not even with his friends. But anyway we were having a small chat and he brought up marriage." He looks down at his fingers, messing with the wedding band on his finger. "He actually thought he was stable enough to marry this girl. Don't get me wrong she was lovely, but Harry he was too full on. Kim, she was this girl. He fell madly in love with her. They were just teenagers, both as messed up as eachother and they thought marriage was going to last? Hell no, I never knew how to approach him, my own son. I was too scared to do anything about it." He brings his fingers to his eyes, wiping the tears that have become to form.
I sigh, he takes a deep breathe. "I didn't know what to do, he couldn't marry her. I spoke to Mr Payne, told him to sort it out. Weeks had passed and Harry was still certain on marrying this girl. I had to take matters into my own hands, so I did. I doubled his dose of drugs. Kim, she got scared, Harry' mood swings became worse and she couldn't handle him. Just like I planned she wanted to get free from him. Harry, he couldn't let her go." He shakes his head, guilt. He feels guilty. Theres no doubt that this man sat in front of me is the reason the boy I love is so messed up.
"And? Do you ever see Harry?" He shakes his head.
"There was no other way out of this than to fake her death and blame it on Harry. Kim was all in for it, the girl Harry thought loved him back didn't. I couldn't let her hurt my son." I scoff.
"Yet you can? You know Harry still thinks of her. He cant go a good half hour without confusing himself that im her." My voice rises slightly. "You, you shouldn't have done anything." I feel the tears become clear, my voice slightly shaky. He stands up, reaching out towards my arm.
