Revenge

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

After what seems like hours I make it to the damn coffee shop.

I head in not wasting any time and scan the premises in search of the devil herself. Where the hell is she? Practicing witchcraft?

Frustrated, I pull out my phone and dial her number. She answers on the first ring and I don't give her time to speak.

"I'm here. Where the hell are you?" I say sternly.

"Calm down, I'm here. Go towards the back of the cafe down the corridor past the restrooms. I'm on the chesterfield in the mini library."

Mini library? How big is this place?

It takes a few walk arounds and judgmental stares from stereotypical, nosey customers until I see a sign that reads 'library' with an arrow pointing in one direction.

I turn the corner and when I arrive I am surprised to see Joanna reading a book. An actual book. Even more surprising its Shakespeare's 'Hamlet'.

What she needs to be reading is a god damn Bible. She looks up from the novel taking in my presence.

"Look who finally decided to show up" she says as I scan the bookshelf tracing my finger across the titles of the ancient novels.

"Damn vandal you clean up nice" , she adds eyeing me as if I'm a piece of meat.

In return I gape at her in disgust and she's greeted with derision.

Her wicked smile quickly fades as she perceives my serious demeanor. She looks petrified. Good. It's times like this I'm grateful I have this effect on others.

"Joanna, I don't have time for games. I called you here with reasoning." I voice.

"And what might that reason be Harold?"

"Angela" , I say and my heart skips a beat.

She looks confused so I proceed.

"I want out" she still looks confused.

I continue, "our arrangement? I'm no longer in that situation therefore I no longer need your assistance financially...better yet in all aspects of my being. Stay the fuck out of my life."

She gawks at me, scoffs, but quickly recovers throwing her head back in laughter releasing a wicked laugh that sends a chill down my spine.

She slings her long dark hair over her shoulder as it slides down her olive skin and looks at me with hooded eyes.

"I'm afraid that's not how it works sweetheart" , she remarks and I recoil at her use of the term of endearment.

"Don't fucking call me that! What the hell are you talking about? I'm not working for you anymore Jo! I'm done!" I growl trying to keep my voice down. I don't want to cause a scene. I cringe at the thought of being seen with her here in public. Joanna is one of the worst people I have ever known, other than myself.

Then again, do I even know myself?

It seems with everything I've done these past few months, this summer, I don't know who I am. But how can you hate someone you don't even know? I'm still figuring this out. I may not know who I am but I know who I wanna be, and it's far from who I have been.

I think I like who I'm becoming. Every day I spend with her I hate myself a little less. Then I remember the reason behind why I'm even with her and were back to square one.

This all started after I got kicked out.

My parents were so far done with me they didn't hesitate to send me off when they found me passed out drunk, one morning with two college girls, naked in my bed. They decided they'd had enough of my shit and told me to pack my bags and never return until Id proven to them Id changed.