Orphan

Chapter 68

"So, how were Emma and Ian? Ms. Green says there were a few... minor issues." Nan adjusted her glasses as she looked up at us from her desk, I felt like I was back in school stood in front of the principal. "Don't know what she's on about we were perfectly fine." Harry muttered in a flat tone and I swear I nearly broke my neck turning my head to him in utter confusion. "And then? What are you looking at?" He questioned cocking his head to the side, with an unnecessarily pink, pouty lip which honestly pissed me off... just how much I wanted them on mine. But boy, oh boy was I mad at him. It was the type of anger which lingered, the type you tried to shove down and just forget, but it still managed to surface and boil up, burning into your soul until you felt so overwhelmed with pure rage you needed to cry just to relieve the pressure. "Uh...what the hell are you staring at me for, snap out of it."
"I'm just baffled you felt like that was good, or even perfectly fine." I shook my head at the thought. He'd not only insulted my mothering skills, but left me to take care of two babies alone, how was that remotely good? "Well what was it then, out with it."

"Harry, control yourself. Ms. Green told me what happened, and I saw the footage. That was no way to react, nor look after a baby and the mother of your child." She snapped holding onto the desk in front of her for some support whilst she leant forward. "Oh, whaddaya you know."
Harry had muttered under his breath with a small huff and I retracted my own. "Excuse me, Harry? What was that?" Nan's eyes shifted from his own as he turned his head away, "Nothing."

"No, that was far from nothing, my dear. If you're going to speak back, speak up." She stiffened her stance and straightened up, Harry had now turned his gaze and focused on her. "I said, what do you know." He answered, as more of a statement than a question this time. I could hear the uncertainty in his voice, in the way it silenced before it could properly finish its sentence. "Well, what do I know? Looking after a home for children for most of my adult life, raising you and your brother as my own with papa, and losing my own kids through endless miscarriages until I had finally decided to give up on having children and instead take care of ones already here, not to mention teach you all a way of life so you wouldn't be without morals...but what do I know." She sassed, sitting down in her seat. "Yeah...and look just how perfectly we turned out." Harry turned on his heel and made for the door, leaving me there speechless. I had no idea what to do, not with his sudden outburst at the person he thought most of. Nan's eyes scanned me over, I gave her a small smile and for a moment everything was silent, before I had the courage to pipe up. "I-uh, I'll go check on him... I apologise it's just been a difficult day for him. Thank you for the advice, I will definitely try my best to follow it." My smile, while strained, was genuine. Whether or not she could tell, I didn't know, but I hoped she believed my words. Without another word I followed in Harry's tracks, he was stood outside where Niall was sat in the car with Abigail. "Finally, let's go." Niall growled as Harry nodded his head towards the car and I got in. "So, how was the visit?" Abigail nudged me, I opened my mouth to speak before Harry interrupted, "None of your business, it was private, and Monique, you'll treat it as such."

"She can speak for herself you know, she has a brain of her own." Abigail sassed rolling her eyes as she leant back in the seat. "Shut up whore."
"Excuse me!" she exclaimed kicking the back of Harry's seat with such force he jolted forward. "Are your fucking mental? You ever been thrown out of a moving car?" Harry flipped around in his seat with wild eyes, "Harry calm do-" a hard slap across my cheek silenced the rest of my sentence, I placed my hand over an area of my cheek where the stinging seemed more apparent than the rest, it burned as I touched it with cold fingertips. "Niall, stop the car." I blinked back a few tears from falling and sat up straight attempting to open the locked door. "You're not going anywhere, sit fucking back."
"Stop the damn car Niall or I'm jumping!" I scolded unlocking and opening the door as the tar road below the car sped by. "Monique close the damn door!" Harry screamed angrily, while Abigail held onto my arm, trying to better the situation, "Don't do it, come on, we can go for a walk later when we get home."

"Let her go if she wants to." Niall mumbled, earning a glare from Harry beside him. I couldn't do it, I couldn't deal with this man anymore, and it would only get worse from here when he found out the truth. My only escape would be to jump, if I get away from him, I'll be free, if he gets me at least the jump would explain there being no child in me, it's my only option. I held my breath and opened the door jumping out, my body made contact with the hard road, skin scraping open and a lightning speed – still this was less painful than life with him. The last thing I had heard before jumping was Harry's yelling, now all I could hear was a thumping in my ears, my head had caught a rock on the way to the ground, the pain was hard to ignore, but I had to get up and whether it was adrenalin or pure survival I managed to get up and start running. My limbs were unstable, my head was pounding, and I could feel the blood running down my head, but I had to get away. Every part of me burned, my legs and arms scraped open felt like hell as I ran. I heard the sound of the car behind me screeching and I panicked, picking up the pace, and running off the road. "Monique!" Harry's screams were loud, but distant the further I got, my vision was blurry, my head spun, I didn't know where I was running but I kept going until I felt the feeling of gravel once more and opened my eyes to find what I could see of the world sideways, the zinging in my ears drowned out the sound of footsteps nearing my body. I had no strength to continue.