If You Would [h.s.] HOLD

Twenty-One

There's some sensitive subjects mentioned in this chapter so you've been warned

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My eyes open suddenly when I hear a door slam shut. I sit up in the pitch black room, forgetting where I was for a moment. I almost thought I'd just dreamt the noise but then I heard a faint chuckle. I squint my eyes in attempts to see in the dark. I feel Maks warm body, still sleeping next to me. As my eyes adjust I see two men stumbling around in the room. It must be Harry and one of the guys coming back from the party. I look at the clock. It's almost three o'clock in the morning.

"Shit." Harry trips over something. I turn on the light next to my bed and gasp at the sight.

Harry is being held up by none other than Randy himself.

"What. The fuck." I nearly shout. Both men snap their heads towards me. Harry's eyes widen and Randy's narrows. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Instead I reach my hand over and gently shake Mak. Hoping she'll wake up.

"Oh. I forgot you were here." Harry says, almost nonchalantly. Mak stirs and opens her eyes and takes in the scene.

"What the fuck! Get out you psycho!" Mak sits up and throws a pillow at Randy's head. It hits him but he doesn't move.

"I'm just helping a friend home. That's all." He says slyly.

"I don't give a shit. She still has a restraining order against you. Leave or I'm calling the cops." Mak picks up her phone, about to go through with the threat. I lock eyes with Randy for a minute. I can't tell how he feels.

"Oh shit." Harry mumbles. I'm too occupied by Randy to care about him right now.

"Evelyn. I told you I changed." He dares speak to me. He is still holding Harry's drunk body up.

"Don't fucking speak to me. Leave. I'm serious. And no, you didn't tell me you changed. Your plastic blonde bimbo did. Is she falling for it? Your tricks?" The words surprise myself as they fall from my mouth. His eyes narrow and he shakes his head.

"I'm not going to do anything. I'm just bringing your boyfriend home." He rolls his eyes and starts to place Harry in a chair. I stand up to help him.

"Well thanks but I got it from here. Skat." I wave him off. I look into Harry's eyes. I was disappointed. After he tells me to stay away from him, he decided to bring him into the same room as me. I'm too out of it to be that upset. But my heart still aches.

When Randy doesn't move I turn towards him. I can't tell who I'm more angry at. Maybe I'll take that "I'm not upset" back.

"Randy. I will tell you one more time. Leave. Now. I can handle Harry. I don't even know why you're in fucking California anyway." I put my hand on my hip and wait for him to leave.

"Okay..." he stops and begins to turn around. But then he stops again and turns towards me.

"Do you nee-" I interrupt him and shock myself my shoving my palms into his chest.

"GET OUT." I shout at him. Tears pool into my eyes. This was too much. Randy, my ex husband. My ex abuser. Was standing in my hotel room, hours from where he lives. Is this a coincidence? Is it not? I don't know what to believe. I can't even believe that Harry just let Randy take him home. Why didn't he call me?

"Fine fine okay!" He throws his hands up in the air, making me flinch back. He notices my reaction and... fucking smirks. That bastard.

He begins to walk out. I turn my head towards Mak.

"Mak. Call the cops. I wanna make sure this psycho actually gets away from me." The bold words leave my mouth before Randy even leaves the room. My words make him freeze. I expect him to turn around and beat me to a pulp. But to my surprise, he opens the door and walks out. I sprint towards the door and lock it behind him.