The Unlikable (Book One) // h.s. [COMPLETE]

Chapter 67

"You shouldn't be here," I told the man three times my size, with my voice wavering.

"And why is that?" He chuckled going into Harry's closet again, searching for something. Was the drugs not what he wanted?

"Harry doesn't want you here," I took a step back as Steven looked at me over his shoulder. I shouldn't be here alone with him. Last time I was alone with him he drugged me and tried to rape me.

"And how would you know that?" he smirked and it looked so much like Harry's that I felt my chest tighten.

Fear was trickling down my spine and creating adrenaline to rush through my veins. I was shaking now as the man stepped towards me, but my feet still were planted on the hardwood floor of the lost boy's room.

"Harry wants nothing to do with you," I forced out of my lips, speaking in turn for my ex.

"Where is he?" Steven placed a finger on the side of my face and brushed it down under my chin. "Has he left you alone again...to suffer and writhe in pain."

"No, he's on his way," I mumbled jerking my head from his hand.

His breath spanned across my face and smelled like tobacco. He still held the bag of drugs in one hand as he forcefully grabbed my chin again in the other, squeezing it hard so I wouldn't tear away once more.

"On his way from wherever he's off at?" he lifted the bag of cocaine and let go of my chin. "He left this here for me to find. Harry wouldn't just take off without this would he? My poor son must be in trouble."

"He doesn't do that anymore," I breathed heavily and remembered the time I saw him at graduation strung out on something.

"Really?" Steven laughed loudly and threw back his head.

I blinked several times hoping to clear my eyes of the frustrated tears. He was trying to prove something and I didn't want to hear it.

"My boy is fucked up, just like his father, sweet Callie. He does shit like this and not even a girl could keep him from it. Not even you, precious."

I looked to the door getting to run as he brushed his hand against my cheek one last time. It's time to leave.

My feet took a step back and I looked in his eyes that were so much like Harry's and Daphne's it made me want to puke.

"You know, Harry does have bags of money at his house. They're sitting in his closet," I shrugged my shoulders and tested the air as I took a step out of the room and into the hallway.

I needed to create distance between me and the scary man. He took smaller steps towards me and I continued my pace all the way to the car with him flanking behind.

"Thanks for the tip, Callie," he winked at me as I opened the car door and locked them as I got seated. I can breathe. I can breathe.

Shit! What have I done? I just told Steven about the money Harry stole from James. At least, I think he stole it from James. It only makes sense. Where else would he make money that fast?!

I drove to a a neighboring road and watched as Steven drove away in his beat up truck, then I pulled into the cottage again to get some sleep. I sat in the kitchen for a while and looked at all the missing pieces to even call it a kitchen. A refrigerator needed to be at the end of the small room and some counter tops needed to be placed on the wooden cabinets. A new stove and oven needed to be put in and the old one taken out. A microwave needed to be added and put on top of a counter somewhere.

My finger fiddled with the cabinets and opened them as a wad of money crashed at my feet. My mouth dropped and I quickly found the bag behind the disgusting pots and pulled it into my lap. I counted the cash until I couldn't anymore. The total that showed on my calculator app on my phone was $56,758. Where did he get this?

I closed my eyes in disbelief and then put the money back into the cupboard, hiding it better than Harry did previously

My fingers ran shakily through my hair and I began to feel sick. If he's gotten himself in some sort of trouble with this money, I wouldn't ever forgive him. He has money and he doesn't have to steal it from people like James. It's his damn father for crying out loud!

I grabbed the cash again from behind the pots and pans. I put some inside my purse and hid the other part of it in a higher cabinet. If he's going to steal this money, he's going to put it to good use.

The next day I put my hair up into a ponytail and slicked on some lip gloss and mascara to make me more presentable. I opened Craigslist up on my phone and searched for kitchen appliances nearby that have been used.

I opened Harry's closet that Steven had been spying in yesterday and found myself an old grey t-shirt with a bunch of logos on the back and a pair of black trousers. I cut off the pant legs and made them into shorts for myself that I had to wear with one of his belts. I went into my car and called the phone number on the ad to make sure it was still available.

"Hello?" I female voice spoke on the other end.

"Hi, this is Callie Steele and I'm calling about your advertisement on Craigslist about the microwave and oven. How much are you asking for it again? I'd like to come by soon and pick it up if that's alright?" I put on my best adult voice and hoped to God I could come by soon and that she didn't live far away.

"I was hoping for around $150 bucks for the whole thing. And I'll be home all day looking after my kids. I'll text you my address off my mobile phone," her accent was southern and I felt a peice of home sting my chest as I thought briefly to my family in Florida.

"Wonderful! I'll be by soon and I'll give you a call when I'm close by," I smiled into the phone and turned my car on. This car wasn't big enough to fit an oven in...shit!

Who's car could I borrow and fit a damn oven and microwave both in?

Logan.

A/N

UH OH! Callie's remodeling Harry's cottage! What do you think? 

Ps. This book will keep going until the end of Callie's summer and end right at the beginning of her Freshman year at New York University aka NYU.

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