Everything I Didn't Say

Chapter 15

We get to Harry's place and it's absolutely trashed.

"Oh no..," Michael looks so scared.

"SHIT I HATE MYSELF" we hear coming from the room next to us followed by shattering glass.

Michael and I rush in. Harry is covered in blood. He's crying and holding a shattered liquor bottle with one hand.

The wall next to him is wet from the liquor and there is shattered glass everywhere on the floor next to him. I'm so shocked and so is Michael.

"What the hell are you guys doing here.." Harry says as he is crying.

"Harr.." I... I don't know what to say.

He tosses the glass in his hand and slides down the wall. He slowly sits down and curls into a ball. I still don't understand what is going on.

"Michael.." I turn to Michael. He's head is against the door and he is nearly in tears.

I run to Harry and sit right next to him. His face is covered in blood and I try to take it off with my shirt.

"Are you okay?" Well he clearly isn't but what am I suppose to say?

"No, I'm not god damn it" he sniffs and looks up at me. His eyes meet mine. I'm seriously about to cry. What he is doing right is so heartbreaking.

"Can I do anything to help Harry..?" Other than cleaning your damn blood?

"If there was anything to be done.. I should have been the one to get shot that night." His eyes are so red. His face is still bleeding. He has cuts all over his hands and face. His neck is cover in blood as well.

"Shot?" What? Shot? Who got shot? Should I ask?

"Who was shot..?" I want to know.

"Gemma." He looks tired. Worn out. He looks like he has given up on life and ready to leave. His eyes say 'I'm helpless.. ' there is nothing I can do but clean his endless blood.

"Who is Gemma?" I ask.

"My sister" He chocked. Why? How? What? Where? I want to ask him but I just can't push it.

Michael is picking up all the glass from the floor. I'm dead tired and covered in Harry's blood.

"You clearly did not clean up like I asked you too." Michael looks annoyed and some what disappointed.

"When are you gonna move passed this" He asks Harry.

"SHUT UP MICHAEL I NEVER WILL SHE WAS MY SISTER" Harry is getting pissed.

"ITS BEEN A DAMN MONTH IM SICK OF CLEANING YOUR SHIT HARRY" Michael yells back. I can't have them fight like this.

Harry is clearly still under the influence.

"Harry, where is your closet?" I ask.

"Why?"

"Just tell me"

"The other room"

I go around to the other room and grab a shirt, pants and some underwear and run back to the room before something happens.

"Harry, come with me please" I say.

"Fine" He whispers and gets up. He almost falls over.

"Michael.. Umm. Harry is gonna spend the night at my place. I can't leave him alone like this in this dump. Its 11 at night. We can clean this place tomorrow after school." I say.

"Thanks Eleanor but you really don't have to" he says as he is still cleaning up.

I cut him off "I want to. "

"Let's go Harry" I can't leave him like this. I would be so heartless.

"Why don't you go shower and change" I suggest. He nods.

The way he looked was so ridiculous. Every single step had me waiting for the next. Harry has a serious drinking problem. He's been drunk ever since I met him.

I go in my bedroom and I can hear him humming in the shower. I makes me smile that he was just crying literally a minute ago and now he is humming in the shower.

The picture of Gemma getting shot does not leave my mind. How horrible would it be for a sibling to get shot right in front of you.

"Hey" Harry is right behind me, I can feel it.

"How was the shower?" I smile at him.

"Hot.." He smiles back.

"Are you feeling okay now?"

"Yeah, just a little light headed.. No big deal but you look a little.. Bloody"

"I know..Where do you want to sleep?"

"Anywhere is fine"

"Hmm.. You pick, my bedroom or the living room?"

"Anywhere" he smiles.

"Okay, well i want you to be comfortable for tonight so why don't you take my bed.. But only for tonight!" I smirk and he nods.

I grab a pillow and blanket off my bed and something to wear from my suitcase so I can go sleep in the living room.

"Hey.. Umm.. Eleanor?" He's unsure of my name?

"Yeah..?"

"Why would you do this for me? You don't even know me.."

"Because I can't ever see anyone in a situation like yours an leave them be. So don't feel so special" I wink.

"Thank you.. Really" He says in a raspy voice.

"Sure!" I whisper as I turn off the light.

"Oh and El?"

"Yeah?"

"Goodnight"

"Goodnight Harry" I reply as I walk down the hall to the living room.

I throw my pillow and blanket and turn on the TV then grab my shorts an tank top to go take a shower in the bathroom.

When I finish with my long hot shower, I check on Harry and it seems that he is fast asleep.

Whatever reality show is on TV is boring me so I turn it off because I am hella tired after all the shit that happened today.

Goodnight Eleanor.