Put Your Heart On Your Sleeve

Chapter 10

Cristina opened the door, surprise and shock filled her face. 

“Harry, what are you doing here,” she asked as she opened the door. 

“We’re touring with Big Time Rush soon and I was just flying by and I needed to see you again,” he said. 

She looked down and then away, crossing her arms. She couldn’t show her feelings through her face in front of him. Especially after what just happened to her fifteen minutes ago. Harry looked down at her wrist and saw that it was purple.

“Cris, what happened to you there,” he asked, pointing to her wrist. 

“It was nothing. I just… I fell. I’m a bit clumsy sometimes.” she said.

He grabbed her wrist, looking at it. “Those are finger marks, Cris. Who touched you,” he asked, his green, piercing eyes looking into hers. His face was full of anger. She saw he was about to lose his temper. He didn’t like it when someone touched girls like this. Especially when it was someone he had grown to love over the months while being away.

“Harry, I’m fine. I just, really I did slip and fall.” she said, looking into his eyes. He knew that if she turned away from his stare she was lying. She tried her best to look into his eyes before turning away. 

“Cris, how can you be lying to me,” he said, putting his hands to his forehead. “I’m came here all the way for you, I haven’t seen you in months. I’ve missed you like crazy. The first thing you do is lie to me. Why?” he asked, looking deep into her eyes. She stared into his eyes, not knowing what to say. The color of his eyes made her lose her track of thought. 

“I… I…” she sighed, looking down, feeling defeated. “This guy that I thought liked me sexually harassed me.” she said, still looking down. She couldn’t bear to look into his eyes now. Not sure how he would react to this.

His eyes widened, full of anger and rage. “Cris, did you call the police for this,” he asked.

She nodded, tearing up again. “I don’t know what they’ll do to him but I called them.” she said. She turned to see a car pull up to the driveway. She saw Phil get out of the car and walk up to her. He grabbed her by the wrist again and pulled her away from Harry.

“No, stop. Let go of me, Phil. I’m not going to do it with you!” she said screaming.

Harry walked up and punched Phil in the jaw. Her mother had run out from the house, standing at the front door. Phil had fallen to the floor, unconscious.  Cristina was tearing up, crying again. Harry pulled her in, giving her a tight, warm hug and kissed the top of her head. 

“You’re okay, Cris. You’re okay.” he whispered into her ear. She buried her face into his chest, crying. Her mother ran up to the two, still hugging and put her arms around Cristina. 

“Cristina, you need to tell me when these things happen,” she said. She called the police and asked for them to come by their house to pick Phil up and take him to the county jail. He was still knocked out when the police arrived.

Harry grabbed Cristina’s hand and led her inside and walked into the family room. He sat down and pulled her down gently to sit next to him. 

“Cristina…” Harry said, looking down to her wrist. Her wrist had  colors of green, blue and purple. Even a brush against her wrist will bring her pain. Her mom brought her a bag of ice and placed it on her wrist.