I felt my breath catch in my throat. He had found me, after all these years he had tracked me down and found me. Maybe he wasn't looking for me but it didn't matter because now he stood in front me me. He was the same, only older. Tattoos covered his arms and torso, as I could see through the white t-shirt he wore. His hair was longer but still held there curliness as he pushed the hair out of his eyes. A small smirk crept onto his pink lips when he realized who I was.
"I've been looking for you" was the first thing he said.
The crowd of people had now slowly vanished once they realized the fight was over. The blonde man was still lying helplessly on the floor as another man and women tried helping him off of the concrete. Blood streamed out of his mouth and nose, I was sure he broke his jaw. Harry had does this to him, just like he had done to Joey when he found out Joey was the one in the hospital room with me when I have birth to Sydney. Even though Harry had said he wouldn't have been in there anyways he still beat the shit out of Joey just for being there with me.
"I'm sorry but I don't know who you are or what you want" I lied, I turned on my heal and nearly ran back into the restaurant.
"Don't play that shit. I'm the father of your fucking kid, of course you know who I am" he chuckled.
"Speaking of, how is the bastard child anyways?" He smiled at me seconds before my hand connected with his cheek.
"Don't you ever call her that" I harshly whispered, hoping the eyes that are drawn to us will lose interest.
"I'll call her whatever the hell I want to call her. She's my kid too"
"No, she's not. You haven't even met her. You wanted nothing to do with her. You don't have the right to consider yourself her dad" I hissed.
"I want to see her then. Let me see my kid. Sarah deserves to at least know who her father is. Don't you agree?" He said smugly.
"Her name is Sydney, not Sarah. You can't even get her fucking name right!" I yelled. Eyes bolted over to us, some giving me a concerned look, others giving me a look as if telling me to shut up.
"Whatever, just let me see her" he shrugged.
"No, look at you" I gestured to all this tattoos and bloody knuckles. "She would be mortified if she knew you were her dad."
"I'll get go to court and they will force you to let me see her. I have rights as a parent to see my fucking kid" he threatened.
"Why? Why do you want to see her now? After four years of her being alive you all of a sudden want to become her dad? Then what, you'll leave her again?" I asked him. We were now near the restrooms, where nobody could hear us other then the people who were going to or from the restrooms.
He wanted something more. Money maybe? By the looks of it he's spent all his money on either tattoos, alcohol or drugs. He may not be high right now but I can smell the weed and beer on him. I couldn't bring him home to Sydney, and Joey for that matter. Right now he's probably watching tv with her or playing a game with her. I couldn't ruin our little family because Harry wants something from me.
"What do you really want? Money? Because I can tell you I have none to spare" I lied. I have enough to spare, but I sure as hell wasn't giving it to him.
"I just want to see my kid, if that's alright with you- oh wait. It doesn't have to be alright with you because she's mine just as much as she's yours." He said harshly, sticking his hands in the pockets of his tight black jeans.
This was definitely the Harry who I left all those years ago. He doesn't care about me or Sydney, he wants power, control, that's what he's after. He wants to see Sydney because he knows I don't want him to be in her life, he's doing it to make me angry. I don't even know how he found me, many people don't know I'm here. My parents don't, my sister doesn't. Melody was the only one I told but we haven't spoken in a year so it could be possible that she told Harry where I was, but I doubted it. She knew how dangerous it was for him to know where I was. The things I found out about him are the main reason I left. He was much more dangerous then I had ever imagined, he was strong, had a very bad temper and above all that he had people after him. Things he did, and is probably still doing are why I can't allow him to come near me or Sydney.
"You know its dangerous" I whispered.
"No it's not. Nobody knows I'm here" he assured me.
"Are you sure about that?" I asked sarcastically.
"Yes I fucking know that!" He yelled, causing me to flinch and step back.
He was frustrated and angry. I understood Sydney was his daughter but he didn't want to see her just because he wanted to see her, there was another reason behind this. I was clueless to what the reason was but I didn't want to find out.
"I need to go back to work now. You should probably leave" I said harshly.
"I'm not leaving until you take me to see her" he breathed, hopefully trying to calm himself down. I knew his temper was bad, the last few times I saw him he showed me his true colors.
All those years I knew him, my family knew him, we were being fooled. He was never who he made himself out to be. I'm not sure anyone close to him really knew what he was up to and how he really was. Anne keeps in touch with my, mainly to see how Sydney is doing, and she has never given me the impression that she had any idea of what Harry had done. Angie had no clue, if she did then she wouldn't have almost married him. The biggest mistake he ever made was doing it again. Everyone told him he needed to confess to what he had done because it was the right thing to do but he wouldn't listen.
"You're a monster, Harry" I spat.
I felt his large hands grip around my forearms, pushing me against the cold brick wall behind me. "I'm not a fucking monster. I've done some shitty things but I'm not a monster." He said forcefully.
"Really, because killing two men isn't-"
"I told you that's not what happened! You don't fucking listen do you?" He growled as he tightened his grip.
Before I would have cried out for him to stop, for him to let me go and to stop hurting me. But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had this power over me. He thrived on knowing he could control anyone he wanted, but he couldn't control me.
"You are not going anywhere near my daughter. If you even think about seeing her I will go to the police and tell them what you did and then there is no chance of you ever seeing her" I threatened.
Even though I didn't know the whole story, I still knew he had killed two men. One when he was seventeen and another when he was twenty one.
I knew he had done a hit and run when he was seventeen, causing an innocent man his life. It was mostly Harry's fault since he was drinking and driving but the man didn't help by walking across the street in the middle of the night while texting. I knew Harry had felt guilty about it, he had never told anyone until after Sydney was born.
Then soon after I had learned he had murdered another man in the middle of the day. I didn't have any of those details, all I remember was Harry coming to me, covered in someone else's blood and yelling that I had to help him. After that I left to LA and never looked back. Harry didn't want to be a father and I couldn't have a murderer be around my daughter.
"You go right ahead and do that" he harshly pushed me back against the wall before releasing me. "I'll be back" he said with a final look before turning and walking away.
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Sorry it's short! I got grounded so I couldn't write 😂 yeah but vote and comment!
