Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Seventy-Two

Part Seventy-Two

My eyes partially open, my body lying on the bed in Harry's and my bedroom. Java is curled into my side and I see my leg elevated on pillows, a wrap bandage over my shin from where I'm assuming the wolf scratched me. Harry isn't anywhere in sight but a note is left on the bedside table.

I know you are probably still mad at me, but please stay. Your leg is cut pretty bad and you fainted at the sight of the wolf. Just stay lying down and wait for me; I have a lot I need to explain to you.

Love H. xx

My head rolls back onto the pillow and I close my eyes, not knowing what to do. The only reason I called for him was because I was about to die and he would help me. I knew he would.

My thoughts just jumble, Harry's action clearly an accident but it still happened. He promised me he would never hurt me, the unintentional pain still stinging at my cheek. He means the world to me, but he slapped me. I don't want to chance it happening again.

My arms push my body up and I sit, moving my hands to my bandaged leg. I unwrap the bandage and look at three prominent scratches from the demonic animal I had encountered a few hours ago. The skin is red and it looks like Harry point disinfecting ointment on it. It stings like hell and it feels horrible. It is just not my week for injuries.

I hear a door close and I realize Harry is home. Java crawls into my lap and curls into a ball, my hands petting her gently and my eyes watching the little animal sleep.

"Beth," a raspy voice says, my eyes looking into the doorway. Harry's lanky body stands in athletic shorts and a soccer jersey, his hair sweaty and his legs covered in dirt.

"Yes?" I ask, my voice weak in my confusion in what to do. His feet walk over to my side of the bed and he kneels, grabbing my left hand in his normal one and casted one.

"I am so sorry," he chokes, tears evidently forming in his eyes. "I lost control and it didn't register that it was you only trying to calm me down. Its just- Luke destroyed my pride in high school and it felt like a rush to have him pinned to the wall."

A tear falls from his eye and I watch him cry. This is what I need to see, his emotions coming out, but I need time.

"I never meant to hurt you. I fucked up so bad and-and I need to know you love me. My heart is breaking because I know you probably never want to talk to me again, but please tell me."

He buries his head in our hands, crying while I remain silent. I love him, I do, I just am upset and hurt by what he caused.

"Please, Beth, I am on my knees. I will do anything, just please tell me you still love me."

Silence.

I want him so badly but what he did was wrong. My heart is breaking watching him cry but he promised me.

"I need time," I whisper, my hand pulling out of his.

"No. No Beth! I will not let you leave me. That is out of the question," he explains, standing up and leaning over me.

"What do I have to do to prove to you that I never meant to do that and that I swear on my life I will never do it again?"

I shake my head and feel tears stinging my eyes. Harry ignores the hot streaks falling down his cheeks as he paces the room, pulling on his hair.

"There is nothing that you can do except give me time to myself. You don't understand that what you did hurt me. You broke your promise."

"I know! I know I broke my promise and I feel horrible. No, I don't feel horrible. I want to kill myself because I hurt you. You ran away from me because I broke my promise and I hate myself. You are the only person that matters and I need to know you aren't going to leave me," he speaks, walking along the side of the bed.