Delusion

4

Chapter 4

     "Where are we going?" I ask Harry a few minutes later, after being in his car. 

     "I want to show you somewhere, but we are going to get ice cream now," he says, turning to look at me with a smile.

     I nod and force a smile on my face. "Sounds nice." It was a good thing I didn't eat anything today. Ice cream for today's meal would be fine...hopefully.

     "How far is this place exactly?" I ask him after noticing he's been driving for a while.

     "Oh, forgot to mention that it's in Malibu. Hope you don't mind."

     "Not at all," I smile. I loved the beach and I wouldn't mind going there everyday. "So, you never told me why your in L.A."

     "We had a break," he says simply, "And I usually like to spend my breaks here."

     "Do you miss your family a lot?" I ask.

     "Yeah, but I make sure to keep in contact with them everyday."

     "That's nice," I say, staring ahead, wondering what his family was like. Surely not like mine, who didn't even care to notice that their daughter was suffering and was crying for help.

     We got to the beach less than thirty minutes later, after spending the car ride in casual chatter, with the radio playing in the background. Harry parks his car in the nearest parking spot closest to the ice cream shop, which seems to be gelato instead. "They have the best gelato here, the guys are from Italy," Harry says as we both walk inside the store. Luckily, there isn't that many people around this area.

    "Harry!" the man behind the counter with a slight accent yells. "So nice to see you again," he smiles.

    "You too pal," Harry smiles back, while I look at both of them and smile to myself at their encounter. "This is my friend Haven, Haven this is Leon," Harry introduces us.

    "Nice to meet you," I smile at Leon and he does the same back. 

    "What can I get for you guys today?"

    "I'll have the special for today. I'm feeling rebellious," Harry says with a big smile and I laugh at him. After trying one of the flavors, which tastes like Ferrero Rochet, I decide on having that in a small cup. 

    "Thanks," I tell Harry as we walk out.

    "No problem. Like it?" he asks, as he puts a spoonful of gelato in his mouth. I nod eagerly with a smile. "Glad you did. Come on, I want to show you something." I follow him across the street, where we end up walking on the sand and shore of the beach. Ten minutes of walking later, we go up a short flight of stairs, leading us off of the sand. We stand in front of a small, three floor building, and while I take my time to look at it with a confused expression, Harry's already walking inside. "Coming or what?" he asks, looking at me from behind. I go inside the building and stand to where he is. For some reason, there is no one in the building, as it is completely empty. It is as if it has been deserted, with random papers on the floor and gray walls in need of a new paint job. He simply takes my hand in his, leaving me shocked, and leads us up the stairs to the second floor. 

     When we reach the end of the stairs, a small bench is seen with long spiral stairs that twist in a circle and lead to the third floor. There is only one, small, squared window by the stairs and it is open. It has no glass frames, letting in the cool breeze from the beach and the sunlight from outside, which lights up the whole room. In contrast to the downstairs room, this room seems to be spotless and cleaner. The ocean and seagulls can easily be heard from outside, bringing in a feeling o relaxation. The small, brown bench is set right in the middle of the room, where the window can be seen if desired. Even for a small place, it is absolutely beautiful.