"нope" [h.s.]

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My head is hurting like never before. I feel as if I'm spinning in the air. My eyes are heavy and I don't know if I can open them. Suddenly I feel something caressing my hair and I open them slowly.

"Hey... How are you feeling?" A raspy voice asks.

"Who are you?" Are the only words that I managed to say.

"Oh, yes, I'm Harry."

"Okay... I need to go..." I say as I incorporate myself. "Shit! This fucking hurts..." I whisper, touching my lip, it's going to fucking explode in seconds. I know it.

"That doesn't look good..." He pulls my chin up with his fingers. What's up with him? Why does he care. I think I've seen him before.... Where?

"I'm okay... So, hum thanks for everything..." I open the car door when he grabs my wrist. Shit! Has he seen it? I don't care but I don't want everyone knowing it...

"What the-"

"Nothing, you've never seen me, I mean, I'm serious you never saw what you saw... Bye and thanks..." I get out of the car and start walking rapidly, I put my hood on. It's dark and freezing cold, thankfully I got my sweatshirt. Where the heck am I? I need to get to the house... Shit, I don't have anywhere to go... Do I call Alex? No, he'll probably be with Dana. So, great this is GREAT... I don't have a fucking clue where I am and I don't have a place to stay...

"Hey! Wait!" What the heck does he want?! I stop and look around.

"What didn't you understand form 'you've never seen me'?"

"I... What's your name?" What? Does he really care?

"Do you really care?"

"Yes..." He gives me a little smile and in that moment I realise where I've seen him. Fuck!

"No you don't. So get the fuck out!" He's part of Anthony's band... The boys that ruined my life.

"Hey hey! I didn't do anything." He rises his hands in defence.

"You are kidding me, right?" I turn around and keep walking. Ugh. This needs to happen to me. Suddenly, he grabs me from the arm and I flinch at the rough touch. I turn around. "I'm not talking to you, bye." I look down at were he is grabbing me but he doesn't move his hand.

"I'm not letting you walk alone at night." Is he being serious? After ruining my life he doesn't want me walking alone?

"Let go of me, I'm warning you."

"And what are you going to do to me?" He raises an eyebrow. I hate him,more than anything.

"I will hit you. So let go of me." I am being serious, totally serious...

"That lip doesn't look good. I will drive you to a hospital. C'mon."

"No. No one can know about this. So bye." I shift myself from his hand and I am free. Not for a long time though. Suddenly he is I front of me and the next thing I know about him is that I'm being carried like a sack of potatoes. WHAT THE FUCK?

"Leave me on the floor. Don't touch me." This is too much for me, too much memories are flooding my mind. "Please." I whisper, I'm not going to admit that I'm nearly bursting into tears. The images are everywhere. After my please he leaves me on the floor. No. One. Can. See. You. Cry. I hide in my hood so he doesn't realise that I'm nearly crying.

"Hey hey. Are you okay?" He tries to hug me but I step back, putting my hand I front of me. I just can't keep myself from crying. My damn world or the little that was left of it, has crushed. I feel my legs weak and I sit down in the border of the street. This is great. I can't believe that I'm crying and that's not all, I'm crying in front of this jerk. I hate myself! "Respond me. Are you okay?" He sits by my side and his hand moves to my thigh, rubbing it. Oh no. I stand up and sit beneath a tree, trying to concentrate of thinking about another thing, but I just can't. Help. I see how he kneels in front of me, he looks worried. I put my hands in my ears. The sounds, the images just float my mind.