Delirium: Crash & Burn

Part XXVIII

Evie

I totter around the study at Harrison's family home, trying to learn how to walk properly again, it had only been 2 weeks since my little accident but I found it increasingly hard to manoeuvre on my casted leg. The great wide space was perfect for my practice and I could fall over and no one would witness it. Lucky for me I only broke my leg and sprained my wrist, I would have been even luckier had Poppy not pushed me down the hill in the first place. I began to get frustrated that she actually attempted to hurt me, dare I say even kill me? I frown at the thought that someone hated me that much.

"You okay there bambi?" Harrison teased from the door which overlooked the study; I wondered how long her had been watching me struggling to gain my sense of balance. He began his dissent from the top of the staircase with two cups of hot chocolate in his hands. Once he reached the bottom of the stairs he placed the hot chocolate on the marble coffee table summoning me to sit down.

"Not funny." I replied trying not to laugh at the oddness of the whole situation. Harrison's ex secret lover pushing me down a hill in the on a school trip; it's a story that would make anyone laugh, kind of. I sat down easing the pressure of my barely operating leg.

"Look Evie-"Harrison's voice became serious as he sat next to me, hoisting my leg onto a pillow which was on the table, as instructed by the doctor. He was also so caring I thought to myself. "I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have done-" he was struggling to get his words out, I placed my hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down. My gentle gesture reminded him that I nothing could make me mad at him. So he continued "I shouldn't have put you in harms way, you know with Poppy. I know how she can be and I should have protected you." He exhaled the breath he had been holding as a sign of relief, I knew he had been thinking about this for a while.

"It's not your fault Harrison." I sighed unable to think of anything else to say other than that. It was true it wasn't his fault as much as I like to blame other people for things, aka Poppy, I could not blame Harrison, not for this.

"It is my fault! I knew that she would try and hurt you some way or another. She's vicious sometimes." He took another breath in unable to settle in the sofa next to me. "I should have told her to go away a long time ago." In some ways I agreed with him but in the same stroke I knew how difficult it was to let things go, especially people who weren't good for you. Toxic relationships have a way of strangling you and crippling you from moving on and letting go. I took hold of Harrison's tattooed hand, admiring the strength and force that one hand had. My fingers traced around the initials of his sister which were tattooed on his palm JMC.

"You can't blame yourself because I don't blame you for this and I never will." I meant what I said, I wanted him to know that things happen and most of the time it is our fault rather than the other person's. It seemed as though he wanted to tell me something else but became side tracked when his phone started ringing, he reached into his pocket answering the phone but not letting go of my hand. His mood was lifted as he nodded his head receiving whatever information he was getting.

"Alright cool, see you there." He quickly hung up placing his phone on the coffee table before passing me a cup of hot chocolate. I raised my eyebrows questioning what was going on."You and me are going to the beach tonight." He stated rather proud of himself. I looked at my leg which rested on the table, bound in a cast before shooting a place back up at Harrison.

"Right yeah that makes so much sense." I pointed at my boot like cast. "I don't think beaches are the most friendly for girls in boots." Harrison let out a childish giggle.

"Come on, Jordan is throwing a beach party, it's going to be fun Evie." I shook my head, I did not want to be at a party, not when I looked like this, my face was still bruised and grazed, I didn't want to cause a scene or start chatter.