Broken Pair
Allison H.
Jackson POV
When I told Quinn that story, I felt terrible for lying to her; I was the father of Hailey's child. We got pregnant 15 months ago, and one night she slipped and fell down the stairs, hitting her head, killing her and our baby. There was no Austen, just me.
I felt terrible.
Quinn POV
After school I stayed behind and sat at the piano in the chorus room. I sat for a minute and then felt my hands flowing across the keys to Harlow's Song. If my baby hadn't died, she would've been named Harlow. Yes, she was a girl.
I started singing along after a little while and when the song slowed down and ended, my eyes were wet.
I just broke down then. It was too much.
I banged my head on the keys and just cried.
Jackson POV
I heard someone playing the piano in a room marked as 'Chorus' to a song that I recognized as Good Charlotte, um, Harlow's Song.
I heard some girl start singing in an angelic voice. I almost walked in there and applauded. Almost.
When it was over I heard sobbing and banging of piano keys.
Quinn POV
After a while I pulled myself together and stood up. I scribbled a 'Thank You' to Mr. Goldsmith for letting me use his piano and left.
I felt someone watching me.
"Who's there?" I asked. Maybe it was paranoia and I just kept walking.
Once I got outside I got into my used Sedan and sped away without using my seatbelt.
