Confused wasn't quite the right word I was looking for to describe how I felt right now. I was looking for something along the lines What The Actual Fuck Is Going On. When I had agreed to go next door and clean Harry up I didn't expect this. Him sitting on a black leather couch, unharmed, perfectly fine and with a young women -older than me but by no more then a year or two- sitting very closely to him. Alex ran into a bedroom before I could even ask what the hell was going on.
Who was this extremely gorgeous women? Why was she here with Harry of all people? Why the hell did Alex lie to me to get me here?
When I finally sat down on a couch opposite Harry and women, Harry smiled. "Glad you came so willingly"
"I thought you were hurt. I came to patch you up, but I see you're perfectly-"
"This is Adalee." Harry interrupted me- rather rudely if I may add- while waving his hand to Adalee.
"I thought I said I didn't want to see you again.."
"You did, but this is important and I thought it'd be best to tell you as soon as possible, an in person." Harry leaned back further into the couch as Adalee repositioned herself a few inches away from him.
He breathed out a long, stressful sounding sigh. "You're in danger."
I laughed, genuinely laughed ."I know that. I've been in danger ever since you showed up."
"No, I mean you're in real danger. There's someone who wants you and Sydney."
"Chester Lawrence wants you two dead" Adalee adds in. Her name was strange, I've never heard it before but I thought it sounded like a stripper name, and she looked like a stripper too if I'm being honest. I had no room to judge her by her appearance, but I couldn't help it.
"Chester Lawrence? Should that name be familiar?"
"No," Harry ran his hands through his messy curls and let out a frustrated groan. "I just don't believe this shit"
He was lying, I knew he was. He wanted me to be scared so I would run into his arms and beg for his protection. This Adalee chick was probably just playing along in exchange for something. Probably sex, it wouldn't surprise me.
"Why does he want me dead? And Sydney? What the hell did we do to him?" I asked frantically, playing along with his little game.
"He wants to get back at me.."
"For what?" I asked, holding back my sarcastic tone.
Harry and Adalee looked at each other in sync and made a small gesture with their hands I didn't quiet understand. I was literally feet away from them yet they were having some kind of silent conversation...sign language? Does Harry really know sign language? I mean some words I know but that's only a hello or thank you sign. This was fluent movements traded back and forth between the two of them. Was Adalee deaf? No. I heard her talk.
But some partly deaf people talk and sign. From the one sentence she spoke she sounded no different then I would suspect from a normal, not deaf person.
"There's some things I've been keeping from you" Harry finally spoke after another minute of their signing.
"Okay, I'm all ears" I gave him my best, non-sarcastic smile.
"I'm going to go make some tea." Adalee told us, and she did sound normal except for the hint of Irish in her mixed accent.
Harry waited for Adalee to be completely in the kitchen before speaking. "You know I killed two men."
"Yes, I know"
"Do you know why?"
"No."
He sighed, "I figured."
"Get on with the story Harry or I'm leaving. I don't have time for games. Niall is waiting for me-"
"Niall? Why the hell is Niall waiting for you?" His tone took a dark turn and his balled fists tightened.
"He brought his nephew over to play with Sydney."
"I don't want you around him"
"I don't care, you're not my dad."
"I know. You're dad wants nothing to do with you, remember?" He smirks, knowing he hit me in a spot where it hurt. He knew all the right cards to play, while I knew none. I was tired of walking away constantly because I had no comebacks and no way to defend myself.
"At least he was a dad to me throughout my childhood. You're a shit father to Sydney." I spit.
"You know nothing-"
"I do! You don't give a shit about me or her so don't act like you have some reason to be the way you are!" I stood up mid-sentence and stormed over to him.
"You think I want to be like this? You think I like not being able to see her or you whenever I feel like it? If I could be with you and her I would! I'm trying to fucking protect you but you're so damn stubborn you can't just accept the fact that I'm trying to be a decent person for once in my life! You may not see it as me trying to save you but that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm acting like an ass because I don't want you to be around me! Dammit I can't let you be around me because he will know and if he finds out I still love you then he won't hesitate to slit your throat!" He yells at the top of his lungs. Alex and Adalee both run into the living room with wide eyes. I was to focused on Harry's words to realize he had flipped over the coffee table and punched a hole in the wall a few inches from where I stood.
I still love you. Those wordswere theonly thing I grasped from what he had just said. He still loves me? It didn't make sense. If he loved me, then why did he act like he hated me? Why did he leave me, leave Sydney? He made it clear he didn't and never loved me.
This is all part of his game, My subconscious told me. I didn't want to listen to her, I wanted to believe it. But I knew I couldn't. Harry wasn't capable of loving me but he was very, very capable of lying to get what he wants from me. At this point I didn't know what he wanted exactly. He didn't love me, he wanted to control me and control Sydney. That's exactly what he's wanted from the second he started looking for me. The second I saw him at the restaurant I knew that him being here was a terrible thing and now I understand exactly why. He wanted to control me because he knew he could, or thought he could. I would rather die then have him control me. I would not fall for him again and I would definitely not let him trick me.
"I-I need to go." My voice was streaming with different emotions. Anger, frustration, confusion and sadness.
"Charlie, wait I-I didn't mean to say that. I didn't mean it-"
"I know you didn't. You never did and neither did I when I said it. I have to go" I turn away before I could see the hurt expression on his face. He may not be capable of love but he was capable of pain and I knew saying that would hurt him.
"It was nice to meet you Adalee. Goodbye Alex" I smiled half heartily at them before turning and walking out the door.
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