Shattered {Sequel to Deranged}

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

"Harry can you help me move this box?" Mr. Cramer asked.

Quickly I made my way over to help my boss. The beads of sweat sliding down his face showed he'd been at this for awhile and gotten nowhere. With one swift move I had the box moved exactly where he wanted it.

"Thank you Harry! It's a good thing I hired a strong young man like yourself" he over-complimented.

The obnoxious ringtone of the old fashioned phone rang, so I made my way over to answer. "Hello. Cramer's Hardware Shop."

"Hi. I'm needing an appointment for my window. It's leaking.

"Ok. Will Wednesday at 9 work?"

"Perfect!"

She repeated her apartment address/number and phone number to me. "And if anyone asks my name is Sky"

The indestructible phone fell to the gray tiled floor. "Hello?" a faint voice yelled from the floor.

"Oh sorry. Um did you say your name was Sky?"

She confirmed that's what she said.

"Sky Jones?"

"Um no. Sky Whitefield. Why?"

"No reason. She's an old customer. See you Wednesday!"

I slammed the phone against the receiver and laid my head onto the cold counter. "Shit!" I mumbled to myself.

"Harry?" My boss hollered from his tiny office. "Yeah?"

"I hollered your name several times. I was going to say you can leave early. The stores been empty all day."

Great! Just what I need! A silent, lonely house with only my torturing thoughts and memories to keep me company. "Okay" I mumbled, grabbing my keys and leaving for the day.

The job wasn't luxurious by all means but it's what I need to afford my small house, basically a shack. North Carolina isn't kind when it comes to money, America is just brutal to begin with.

I moved to a small town called White Oak. Small compared to London but huge compared to Sky and I's last residence.

My head is spinning with billions of thoughts about the girl I left.

Everything reminds me of her! Even the stop lights and the way she'd scold me for trying to run them or when she' try to "sneak" glances at me while I drove.

I wonder where she is? Is she happy? Do I invade her thoughts every living second like she does mine? Is she still attempting to live in our old house? Is she ok?

What if she's back to the way she was before? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to her.

These questions plus a million others slowly ate away at me, causing me to lock myself in my poorly decorated, lonely bedroom.

If Sky were here there'd be obnoxious curtains with some odd print she always claimed was the new trend. Or an expensive lamp she wouldn't even let me breathe around.

Visions of her angelic being filled my mind causing me a heartache like I felt the day I left.

What I would give to have her here with me, twirling my curls even tighter around her index finger.

My eyes begged for mercy, begged for me to close them and sleep just a little. But it was impossible.

Sleep means dreams and dreams mean Sky.

I have to let her go. I'm no good for her. I'm safe for now but there's no guarantee I'll be in the clear forever. She has to stay in London. It's what's best.

I think.