CHAPTER SIX
The next morning, I slip out of Mia's house before she wakes up. My head is pounding, my breath smells gross, and I forget where Mia lives and how to get home. My car is parked out front, and I slip inside, grateful for the shield from the beating sun.
I contemplate on calling Liam. But he would throw a fit, knowing I slept with yet another person.
I decide to just drive, maybe find a café or diner to eat. My stomach growls just at the thought.
It turns out that Mia lives just outside of downtown, and I stop at a small café which appears to not be busy at all.
The place smells like coffee beans. It's usually a pleasant sent, but with my headache it feels like another dagger. I order my coffee and bagel quickly, hoping to leave as quickly as possible.
A tap on my shoulder makes me turn my head, immediately regretting it.
"Hey, Honor." Harry says, giving me his signature smirk.
I turn around without saying a thing. I immediately start thinking about what he accused of me the last time I saw him, when he showed up at my house in a rage. I almost shudder at the thought, still curious as to who Rich was, and why I caught Harry beating someone up.
"Good morning to you, too." He laughs from behind me. I ignore him, crossing my arms.
"Sorry about the wait, but it seems that the coffee machine has broken down. We're restarting it now, and we'll hopefully get your coffee to you within the next few minutes." The worker behind the counter excuses. I sigh inwardly, giving her an annoyed nod as she takes Harry's order.
"How was Mia last night?" He asks, turning around and leaning against the counter as we both wait for our orders.
My mouth almost drops. "W...What?" I ask. I told no one about going to Mia's.
He replies with that stupid, cocky smirk. "You know what."
"How do you know where I was?" I ask, bewildered.
"I have my ways," Harry winks, running a hand through his mess of brown curls.
"Were you... spying on me?"
He rolls his green eyes. "You spy on me, all the time. I'm surprised Rich hasn't made you ask me out on a date yet."
"I don't spy on you! And I have no clue who this stupid Rich is!" I exclaim.
Harry purses his lip, the cocky smirk gone. Crossing his arms, he tilts his head at me. "You're a good actress."
"Screw you," I spit, deciding against waiting for coffee. Whatever, I'll just stop at McDonalds. I spin on my heel, fast walking out of the café.
I'm almost to my car when he catches up, grabbing my wrist.
"What the hell do you want?!" I spat, turning to face him.
Harry's eyebrows are raised. "I'm not going to stop following you until you admit that you're working for him."
I'm tempted to slap him. Again. "I have no fucking idea who you're talking about, so leave me the fuck alone." I say through gritted teeth, yanking my arm away and leaving, for good.
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"How do you like this show?" Liam questions, his eyebrows scrunched together in annoyance.
I laugh, rolling my eyes. "This is, like, the best show that has come out since Grey's."
He groans. "You did not just compare Orange is the New Black to Grey's Anatomy." Liam shakes his head, referring to my favorite shows, which happen to be his most despised ones.
"You know you love them." I reply, throwing another piece of popcorn in my mouth.
"You have a sucky taste." Liam says, crossing his arms as we continue to watch a new episode of OITNB.
"Hey, you know that guy, Harry?" I ask as the show comes to an end.
Liam peers over at me questioningly. "The arse who showed up at your house?"
I nod.
"Kind of. Why?"
I shrug. "I think he's been following me."
"What?" Liam sits up, immediately alarmed. I instantly regret telling him, knowing full well Liam wouldn't hesitate to knock some sense into the tattooed boy.
"He followed me to a store today.. and kind of told me he was," I say, feeling almost guilty. But why? He was the one following me, not the other way around.
"What the hell, Honor? And you just now decide to tell me?" Liam stands, running his hand through his quiffed hair, looking frustrated.
I stand as well. "Liam, it's not that big of a deal. You have no right to get mad at me."
"Are you kidding?! A random guy is following you but you think it's not that big of a deal?!" He explodes.
"Who cares? It's not like I'm doing anything illegal." I answer, even though it still was a big deal. I just didn't want to discuss this with him.
"That's not the point! The point is that you don't know this guy, and he seems dangerous."
"I also don't know who-" I stop dead in my tracks, snapping my mouth shut. Horrendous memories start pouring through my mind as I turn away from Liam, pressing my eyes closed tightly.
Go away go away go away, I urge, but to no prevail.
My head starts pounding, my fingers immediately massaging my temples.
"Honor? What's wrong?" Liam touches my shoulder. I shrug away from his touch, running out of his bedroom and down the hallway, toward the front door.
I needed to leave, now, before the memories become too much.
They come at me like a tsunami. I can't do anything to stop them, the terrifying images flashing through my mind.
"Honor! Where are you going?" Liam calls after me.
I don't answer, but instead run out to my car, getting away as fast as possible.
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My door creaks open, a sliver of light coming in through the hallway. I blink drearily, coming up from my slumber. I can't tell who the shadowed man is standing in my doorframe, but a bad, creeping feeling festers in my stomach.
I don't say anything as he makes his way over to my bed. It's too dark for me to see who it is.
"This will be quick if you stay quiet, Honor." He says, suddenly on top of me, ripping my blanket off of my pajama clad body.
"What do you want?" I whimper, knowing full well what was about to happen. My eight year old self panicked, kicking at the man.
"Stop fucking kicking me, or I swear I will kill your mom." He threatens, and my failed attempt at resistance stops. How could I live without a mommy? My eight year old self worries.
His big hands tear my clothing off of my frail body. Tears stream down my face as I press my eyes close as he yanks off my underwear. How could someone be so mean?
I hear a belt being jangled with, and then his hands are pressed to my thighs, separating them, my last attempt at resistance. He was too strong, too big.
"Be a good girl, Honor." He whispers as he enters me, ripping away my innocence forever.
