Temptation

Chapter 73

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BETHS POV

I watch as he stares down at the
box in front of him. The two sets of keys laying in the box as he looks them over from side to side.

All of the color that was before on his face is now drained. His now pale skin keeps fading lighter and lighter by the second.

"Why are you doing this?" He says through the small space he has between his teeth.

"Harry," Anne tries to grab his hand and he pushes it back.

He roughly tosses the box onto the table and pushes his chair out away from the table.

"You're fucking kidding me." He screams. "Right?!"he points to the box that now lays on it's side. The falling of the keys is heard through his loud screams .

No one speaks. Abby and I just hold expressions of confusion as Jeff and Anne hold their heads in their heads over Harry's loss of temper.

He mumbles curse words and others that I can't make out when he leaves the dining area and stomps his feet on the stairs as he trails up them.

"What happened?" I ask the three of them, more like two since Abby is still in shock from Harry's outburst.

Anne takes her face away from her hands to look up at me. She doesn't say a word, her eyes are glossy as she shakes her head at me in disappointment and she places her head back into her hands.

I take the pastel colored napkin off of my lap and put it on the table. I hold up a finger at Abby to tell her to just give me a minute to talk to him. Try to talk to him. She nods slowly and looks over at her father and stepmother with the look she still holds; confusion.

I walk fast up the steps. Not knowing which room he is actually in, I call out to him but I don't hear a voice after.

"Harry," I call again even louder. "Where are you?" Just as the words leave my mouth a loud crash comes from a room on the right side of the house. I run quickly to where the noise was coming from.

Crash.

Break.

Snap.

All of the noises I hear coming from the side gets me even more nervous to look behind the door. I open it quickly, not wanting to be afraid, I don't want to show fear that I am afraid of him. It's just a chair, well not just a chair but at least it's only a chair, right?

He doesn't even acknowledged my presence in the room as he turns around to start to pick up the mahogany desk.

"No,no." I run over to him. "Harry stop." His grip is strong on the wood as I try to move it away.

"Get the fuck out of the way, Beth." He growls and the desk gets higher off of the ground.

"Stop." This time, I place both of my hands on top of the desk to try and push it down. It doesn't move. "Harry stop!" This time I yell. He looks at me wide eyed.

"Just stop it, okay!" I continue to yell. "Talk to me! You don't have to break things whenever something goes wrong. I'm here for you, to help you get through whatever the problem may be just as you say to me. We're here for each other, right?" I ask but he doesn't bother to answer.not even a single movement of his head is made to give me an answer.

"Put it down." I point to the heavy wood that he still holds. He doesn't move.

"God dammit harry put the damn desk down and talk to me!" I tell again in frustration of him not listening to me. He puts it down, letting it drop to the floor with a loud this and he walks quickly over towards me.