3. Rebellion
“Mary, I suggest you leave.” Harry said, scaring Mary off.
Mary ran down the block, never turning around to see what Harry was going to do.
“I told you not to play any games.” He said with his eyebrows lowered.
I shrugged my shoulders, hoping he would see I didn’t care about what he said.
“You are so disrespectful. I’m gonna put you in your place.”
“I don’t need you to do anything.”
“Then give me my money. I said come to my place or my money.”
I thought about giving Harry the money back, but it was at my apartment. I knew he didn’t trust me to retrieve it and return it to him, and I didn’t trust that if I returned it to his house he would let me get away so easily.
Either way I’d end up in his bed, and I’d rather not let him see where I live.
“Make up your damn mind. I don’t have all night.” he grumbled impatiently.
“Ok, I’ll go with you.”
He grabbed my upper arm forcefully, pulling me through the dark streets of New York.
“Can you loosen up on your grip?”
“No, I don’t trust you anymore.”
“Anymore? Why’d you trust me anyway?” I snickered.
“I trust everyone in the alley. But I trusted you most, besides The Gang.”
“Why? I’d sell you guys out in a second.”
“No, you won’t. You’re more scandalous than any other girl I’ve met. I bet you're just as sneaky as us guys in The Gang.”
I leaned my head to the side and nodded in agreement. I did have my share of crimes. Hillgate has flyers all around the town for Mary and I. Mary recently had hers taken down because shes legal in a month. But I’m not legal until 8 months; I ran from Hillgate on my 20th birthday.
Harry lived in an actual apartment, except for free. The owner of the hotel gets drugs from him.
Harry led me to a fire escape, and began to climb it. I watched him climb, in awe at how his back muscles flexed with every move.
He stopped mid-way and looked down at me.
“Climb.”
I grabbed onto the ladder and followed after him. Harry opened up his window and crawled through, helping me afterwards.
“Usually, I’d help ladies climb, but I knew you’d be pretty capable.”
I shrugged my shoulders at him, and pulled the flower clip out of my hair, letting it fall on my back.
“Why’d we climb through your window?”
“People in the building are suspecting I deal drugs. I can’t get caught looking like a drug dealer and I’m not looking like a dick in those prissy pants rich people wear. Speaking of rich clothes, what the hell do you have on?” he asked, referring to my skirt.
“There was a time in my life when I wasn’t rebellious, Harry.”
“I bet you still hated that skirt.”
“Forever and always.”
“And why the hell is your hair so long?” he said, running his fingers through it.
“Rebellion.”
“I like it. How you wear jeans and t-shirts and leather jackets and tennis shoes and your hair long. I like how you break every rule of society.”
“That’s why I do it. Not to be different, but because they’re rules and I hate rules with a burning passion.”
He nodded his head, studying me. Impatience crept up on me; I didn’t like Harry’s rule of keeping me here. I felt a desperate need to run right out of this room.
“Are we gonna do something or what?”
“Shut up. We’ll do what I want.”
I huffed at him, not liking his answer.
“And don’t huff at me.” he mumbled, walking over to his closet.
He sifted through piles of dark clothing, obviously looking for something. He pulled out a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and a leather jacket.
“Change into this. You look disgusting in that outfit.” he demanded, with a scowl on his face.
I took the clothes from his hands and turned away from him as I changed. I could feel his gaze burning into me.
I turned around when I was finished, slightly surprised the clothes fit almost perfect. The t-shirt was very close fitting, and the jeans were a little looser than how I usually wear them, but the leather jacket fit my small frame perfectly.
“Why do you have small clothes?”
“They used to fit me, a long time ago. I knew I’d need them sometime.”
“Why am I here if you’re not going to sleep with me?”
“Because I never said I was going to sleep with you. I said meet me at my place. I wish people would stop assuming things like that.”
“Well, you slept with every girl in the alley. Then you ignore them.”
“Guess what, Parker? They’re not you.”
I had an odd feeling as to why Harry treated me differently from other girls. I think it’s because I’m the only one he doesn’t know everything about. I know he take girls’ secrets and uses it against them. I’m not going to divulge anymore information out to him. I have too much to keep a secret.
“Why’d you leave England?” I asked.
“I’m not answering that.” He spit back.
“Where did you come from? You were never here, then you show up four months ago." He asked.
“I’m not answering that.” I answered.
“Parker, I know you’re only 20. I don’t tell anyone because I was only 20 when I moved here 2 years ago. And I’d be devastated if someone snitched on me and got my plan ruined.”
“I am 21. I don’t have a plan.” I lied.
Harry jumped up from his bed quickly and stormed over to me. His eyes were blazing with rage, and I don’t know how I set him off.
“Don’t you lie to me. Never lie to me again.”
I was about to reply with a snarky comment but there was a pounding at Harry’s front door.
“Harry! Open up! It’s Craig!” A deep threatening voice screamed.
“Parker, leave. Go through the window and do it quickly.”
I scampered to his window and started to climb out as Harry’s door was kicked in, revealing a raging man.
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1954 - h.s.
Hayran Kurgu“Parker, run!” I grabbed his hand and began to run. He let go of my hand and ran alongside me. I wasn’t going to run without him. I wasn’t going to lose another person, not again. I kept running as fast as I could, until he stopped running. I stopp...
