Songs of the Chapter:
Wild Wild Love~Pitbull
You Need Me I Don't Need You~Ed Sheeran
Okay these songs have nothing to do with the chapter I just like them ok
It is now 9 o'clock and my dad still isn't home. I sit up in my room by the window, constantly watching and waiting for him to pull into the driveway.
The snow is piling up more and more by the minute, and it worries me. I just need to know that he's okay. Why won't he call?
Suddenly, I feel a pair of ice cold hands on my shoulder. I don't have to ask who it is. "Harry, go away," I whisper in fear. I do not want a repeat of earlier. Also, I'm wondering why my mom didn't say anything when she saw him walk up the stairs.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I don't know why you're so afraid. I've never hurt you before," he whispers, pain in his voice. I don't know why he's so hurt. Why does it matter so much?
"For one thing, you're always here, and you never tell me why. And to make matters worse, you tell me you're dead!" I say to him, still not turning around. He only sighs in response, his large hands gently massaging my shoulders, relieving all of my tension and stress, as much as I hate to admit it.
"You never let me finish explaining myself, Maddy," he says and I grimace at the nick name. "You don't need to explain yourself when all you're going to do is lie," I respond. "Do you honestly expect me to believe you when you tell me you're dead, yet you're standing right here with me, and not six feet underground?" I can't help but raise my voice.
Harry stops rubbing my shoulders and grips them instead, spinning me around to face him. "You don't believe me, huh?" He questions, gripping my hand to place over his chest. "Then why can't you feel my heart beating? Why isn't my heart there? Why am I so cold, Madelynn? How do I always show up, right there to always save you before you do something stupid? Why am I always there to keep you alive? And then why do I always disappear into thin air right after? Use your brain, Madelynn. Put two and two together!" He yells into my face, his green eyes holding such passion and intensity that I can't look away.
Tears stream down my face, I'm scared out of my mind. "Harry, you're scaring me again," I sob, trying to pull away from him. Instead of letting me go, he pulls me closer, wrapping a cold arm around my body and holding my head to his chest with his other hand.
"You've got to believe me, Madelynn. I'm telling the truth. I know you don't understand right now, but you have to hear me out. You have to trust that I'm not trying to scare you, or hurt you even," he whispers in my ear. I let out a few quick sobs. I nod my head slowly. What choice do I have? It sounds bizarre that he's telling me all this, but he wants me to believe him, so I have to try.
He finally lets me go. "Okay," he breathes. "Okay." He walks over and takes a seat on the edge of my bed, resting his elbows on his knees. I slowly walk over and sit beside him.
"Start where you left off," I tell him. He nods slowly.
"When I... Died," he starts, coughing lightly, "I woke up in this really bright room. And... And there was a man in there. Wearing all white. I cried. I begged him to let me go, to let me get back to my friends. He told me no, that my life was over. That it was too late." By this point tears are streaming down his face. I'm shocked. He seems like a person who would never cry.
I'm thankful, in a way, that he is crying. It makes him appear more real to me. A bit more normal. And as he cries, I realize just how beautiful he is. I realize how special he is. He has to be telling the truth. He wouldn't be getting so emotional over a lie. I believe him.
I gently place a hand over one of his much larger and colder ones. He looks up at me and I nod, urging him to continue.
"I still begged, though. And eventually, he told me that I could have a second chance at life, here on earth, if I would... Protect someone. Keep them alive. Keep them from wasting a precious life because of stupid mistakes. Like I did," he says, staring intently into my eyes. My heart hammers in my cheats.
"You."
Awww so she got some answers. But there's more coming so buckle your seatbelts.
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