Chapter 4

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Musics for this chapter:

One Direction – Little White Lies

Lorde – Tennis Court

 

( Music suggestion are accepted okay? Okay.)

 

Julie’s POV

I wake up with my telephone ringing. The screen marks unknown number , and I can’t stop myself from being worried and starting to sweat from the palms of my hands. Last time I answered an unknown I had some terrible news , my father was dead.  I grab the phone , shaking a lot and answer the call.

“ Hello?” My voice betrays me and breaks .

“ Mrs. Robinson?”  A familiar voice says.

“ Mr. Arthur ?” What is he calling me ?

“ Yes , I just wanted to tell you the address of the garage where you car is being arranged “ he politely informs me .

“ Oh ok , let me just take a note “ I tell him while I grab a pen and a small notebook from my bag.

I look at the bed , where a boy calmly sleeps , he’s snoring a bit , but I’ve heard worse . His hair is perfectly messed up . He only gots his legs covered .

“ Are you hearing me ?” The man says “ Did you got the address?”

“Yeah “ I look at the address that I involuntarily wrote “ Thanks a lot “ I hang up the call.

I walk over the room to go to the bathroom and when I pass near a clock I notice that it’s 5:00 a.m. I roll my eyes and look at the mirror . My hair is a  rebel one , I never can make him look like I want to , it’s frustrating.  I grab my toothbrush and my  toothpaste and I start to brush my teeth . As I spit my tooth paste I hear a noise from the bedroom , Harry tossing and turning , I guess. I walk to the room and Harry is in the same position he was a few minutes ago. I shrug and cover  Harry’s body with a blanket lied on the floor. Harry opens his eyes panicking .

“ What the fuck are you doing ?” he ask m furious.

“It’s called taking care of you” I reply offended.

“ Well , I don’t need you to take care of me , got it ?” he is being  jerk.

I shrug and get away from him. I open the closet , where I’ve putted my clothes yesterday. I choose to wear a par of jeans and a black sweatshirt . After I’m completely ready and have my room key in my purse  I leave the room without saying a word.

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