Broken // h.s.

Chapter Nineteen- Burn

Chapter Nineteen- Burn

"Behave." I warn Harry.

"I always do." he gives me a brief, forced smile and with that, we walk down the staircase and into the living room where my dad has just opened up a beer bottle and is watching Friends.

"Lana," he widens his eyes. "I didn't realize you had Harry over."

"Yeah," is all I can say.

"Wait a minute. Did you have a boy in your bedroom?"

"Nothing happened."

"Nothing happened." Harry repeats.

"Nothing happened." I repeat a third time and Harry nudges me to shut up.

My dad shakes his head. "How are you, Harry?"

"I'm all right." he shrugs, looking away.

"Would you like to stay for dinner? Danielle should be coming home any minute now."'

I look at Harry and he looks back at me, almost as if asking for my permission. "Yeah, cool."

"Great." my dad beams. "Just- You two stay downstairs. Got it?"

"Got it." I say and drag Harry out to the backyard where we can discuss our prom plans and how we're going to tell my parents that me and Harry aren't just friends; we're in a relationship. Just be blunt and say 'Harry is my boo thang.'

As Harry says I should say, but I don't think that's such a great way to say it.

Just when we're about to go back into the house, the back door opens and it's my mom; still in her scrubs, telling us to come inside to prepare the dinner table. Me and Harry grab four plates and some utensils and set them at the marble table that my parents bought from Craigslist. Fancy, I think. Harry ends up sitting beside me and my dad is at the head of the table with my mom beside him, across from us.

It's been a while since we've eaten at the dinner table. Usually, I just take my plate of food and eat in the living room or I run upstairs to my bedroom just so I won't miss another episode of Supernatural.

"Should we say grace?"

"Dad," I shake my head.

"Lana. We need to be thankful for what we have."

I sigh, literally snatching Harry's hand from his lap and interlocking my other hand with my dad's. "Lord, we thank you for the blessings you have given us in life to withhold especially our well-being and our necessities. But, Lord, if you are all we have then we have all we need. Amen."

Everyone says amen in unison except me. Then, we all begin to dig into lasagna and chicken cutlets.

"Harry's my boyfriend." I blurt out and my mom freezes, my dad pretends he didn't hear anything and Harry spits his Pepsi back into his cup. "Did you hear me or..."

"It's a sad, sad day when your daughter brings her boyfriend home." my dad shakes his head.

"I-I think that's great, honey." my mom smiles and I look to my dad for his opinion.

"Does he make you happy?"

What kind of question is that? If he's my boyfriend, then obviously he makes me happy. Happier than most. "Yes, he does,"

"Then you both have my blessing, but I don't want no funny business going on. Trust me-"

"Dad,"

"I'm just saying. I know how teenagers can be." he pauses. "Let me rephrase: Don't have sex. All right? Or your lives are over and that's that. If you get knocked up, Lana-"