Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Ninety-Seven

Part Ninety-Seven

Harry.

My mum's arms wrap around me and she holds me tightly to her small body. The pain is excruciating and my head pounds every day. I haven't slept, haven't eaten, but the one thing I've been doing is fighting. The cast has been taken off and I took no thought into not fighting.

"Don't worry Harry. She'll come back to you," she whispers in my ear. My eyes fill with tears again and her hands rub my back. My father watches from the corner of the room, unsure of how to compose himself around his fucked up son. I don't give a damn what he thinks anymore. He doesn't even know me and he has no idea the pain I've been through.

"It hurts so bad mum," I cry, her arms tightening. I sob into her arms and break down, my hand clutching her jacket.

"I know Haz. You will see her again and you will be in love again. Don't think bad things and think of the positives."

I nod and bury my head in her neck, trying to shield my face from my father. I knew I shouldn't have come back to England with them. Gemma is still over in Washington celebrating, but I needed to leave. Beth's stuff is surrounding the house and I couldn't look at it anymore. But my memories of all my childhood, everything doesn't matter anymore. I could see Michael and not think anything of it. The doctors think I'm fine, no signs of post-traumatic stress disorder, but my bi-polar disorder is still there. I miss her.

"Harry, can you come with me for a while?" my father asks after I collect myself, hating where this will go but I nod, knowing my life can't get worse right now. He leads me outside and we begin walking towards his car, my body sitting in his Cadillac. I fucking hate this.

"I need you to tell me about her or you won't get better. I've been through this and I will help you," he says, my head leaning back on the seat.

"Why should I tell you?" I say, his hands turning the steering wheel.

"Because I want to be there for you. I would do anything and everything to take back what I did to you because I love you Harry. As much as you hate me and don't want to believe it, I do."

My hands tighten around each other and I shut my eyes. I don't know what to do. My Beth is gone, she doesn't know who I am and there is no way I can trust that Emma will bring her back to me. I don't even know if I like her. She's keeping me away from my girl.

"Her name is Beth Jones," I start, looking out the window. My father looks surprised that I'm talking about this but I don't give a damn if I tell him or not.

"I met her while Gemma was picking up her books for school. I scared her shitless but she eventually came to like me. I never had someone to care for me the way she did. She was so caring, selfless, and a girl that shouldn't have been mine in the first place."

"What do you mean? Harry you-"

"You have no idea what I have done. I shouldn't deserve anything and her coming into my life was an accident but it was also the greatest thing that happened to me. I beat up kids because it felt good. I had to walk to school every day because we didn't have money for gas in the car. I had to buy my own books because you burned them! So don't you dare tell me you understand what I've been through."

He stays silent and I look out the window, taking deep breaths. "She gave me everything and cared for me in a way I can't explain. Did you know that I had post-traumatic stress disorder and I am currently suffering from bi-polar disorder?"

He looks at me and his face drops, his car parking in a driveway. The house is huge and I get out and slam the car door, my father following after me.