Silent tears streamed down my face as I sat on the edge of my bed in shock. Storm was my mother's guardian? Of course she would try to kill me, in order to kill Harry. No wonder she hit me over the back of the head with a glass bottle. No wonder I was having such crazy dreams about she and Storm, it was a sign. No wonder she didn't say anything when she saw Harry climbing the stairs that night.
But how could Harry not mention news this big to me? Did he not think it would be helpful to know? That I was living with our (pretty much) worst enemy?
"I didn't want to worry you," he manages to choke out, putting his hands on his hips, breathing heavily. I slowly bring my eyes up to meet his.
"She could have killed me, Harry. Then we would both be long gone. Did you not fucking think it would be helpful to know?" I scream at him, standing up and strolling to stand in front of him.
"No wonder I was having that dream! And you didn't even tell me then!" I yell, beating my two fists against his hard chest. He barely flinches, only furrows his brows.
"I was in the hospital because she tried to kill me, and I was trying so hard to figure out why, but if you had've told me that your worst enemy was her guardian, none of this would have ever happened! We could be in hiding somewhere, safe!" I cry, still hitting him.
He grabs by wrists forcefully, making my eyes widen in shock. He'd never been so rough with me before, and it was scaring me.
"Harry," I whimper as he crosses my arms over my chest, turning me around and holding the hands of the crossed arms, so that I couldn't move. He backs me up against his chest, and begins whispering things in my ear.
"You need to learn when to shut the hell up, Madelynn. She's just down stairs and there's a great chance that she can hear you. Now, we're going to leave tonight, and we're going to go someplace safe," he pauses, taking a few deep breaths. He's calming down, thank goodness. "And tomorrow, we're going to have a meeting with your school officials, and you're going to tell them you're quitting. Am I clear?" I nod, leaning my head back against his shoulder, taking deep breaths. "And then, we're going to disguise you somehow, to throw them off a bit. And once everything is set, I'll leave. You'll be safe with Garrett, Ryan and Max," he finishes, still holding me in the criss-crossed position.
My whole world is suddenly crashing down, and I don't know if I can take much more shock. I feel like I'm going to vomit, pass out, or maybe both. Maybe at the same time. I'm a nervous wreck, and I can tell I'm about to reach my breaking point.
I don't think I can stand not being with Harry any longer. I love him, and right when I realize that I do, I lose him. We only have a week and a half left together, and we both know that that's not enough. If only we could turn back time, back to when things weren't stressful.
"It's going to be okay," Harry whispers, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. I shake my head, fresh tears falling down my cheeks.
"It won't be. I love you so much," I cry, pulling my hands out of his so I can turn around and face him. He has fresh tears forming in his eyes, but he doesn't let them spill over just yet.
He grabs me forcefully by the shoulders and presses his lips harshly against mine. He pries my mouth open with his tongue, meeting mine with passion. Our tongues battle for dominance, but he makes sure he wins.
I gasp for air when he grabs the backs of my thighs, gently squeezing. "Jump," he says against my mouth.
I do as he says, and he catches me against his torso as I wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes me up against the wall, and slowly begins to grind his hips against me.
