Call Me a Thief (Harry Styles)

17. Questions

it hath been ages ! :o sorry, so so sorry. I'm gonna finish this thang though, alright? have faith in me, all ye readers xx

RECAP:

Harry visits Beth in the hospital and she shares her heartchanging story of salvation. They kiss (YAY) and then the doctors come in to check Beth's vitals and give her some more medication. Here's the end of chapter 16:

Harry-

Halfway down a hallway towards the stairs, I was still hiding my face when someone slammed into me. “Sorry,” I apologized, but the man was already gone, headed back in the direction from which I came. He was a bit taller, and something about his appearance was familiar, but I shook it off and made it safely down, where Jim escorted me to the car and we took off for the hotel.

All I could think about was how this God Beth had talked about had made this day turn out the way it did. How did He make such a tragedy turn into such a wonderful moment between the two of us? How did He make this day end so differently than it began?

And, the more important question was, how would He let us know if someone was really out to harm Beth?

Beth-

The lights were swirling. Very pretty, they were, but blinding. I was remembering. Everything. The shot, over and over. Those eyes of that clerk there at the store and the sound of the shot and the eyes of that crazy gunman and the eyes of Ross and the eyes of the gunman again. The sound of the shot. Ross’ hands on my arm. The keys that I stabbed him with. His hands all over me, telling me I was his and promising that he would hurt me if I left. His eyes when he went to prison and I watched helpless because he didn’t go there for long enough.

The letters, oh, the letters. I could see them again, see my hands fumbling over them in the bowling alley and in my house, see my hands as they attacked the blinds and closed them and my own eyes as they searched the front yard and the windows. My eyes in the bowling alley when I cried and my mascara ran down my face.

The shot again.

I knew I was in the hospital. I knew doc had said drugs for me today. I knew it like I knew my name was Beth Trinkett. But I didn’t know what all these things were that swirling in front of me. The noises and the eyes and the faces. Ross. Always Ross. Except when it was Harry, and then I was happy.

Suddenly, it was Ross again. Strange, in a black hoodie, and he was hovering over me. His eyes were menacing, like always. Black pants. Black hoodie. Dark hair. Blood-like eyes. I didn’t know, everything was still swirling.

“Hmmm…” I heard.

A hand touched me. Somewhere on my arm, I thought. But again, swirly, everything. I tried to speak.