blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 97

"Is it fine that we stop here? I don't think I'll be able to squeeze in between those two cars."

"No, yeah, that's fine. Thank you so much," I say paying the cab driver cash. Harry exits the car without saying thank you or even acknowledging the man. He hasn't spoken a single word. When I tried bandaging up his wounds with the little in the first aid kit the hairy driver had given to me for this purpose he violently shoved away from my touch. Surprisingly, I felt nothing. I think that I've been exposed to too much chaos to get worked up over his rudeness.

I climb out of the car, struggling with Gem's baby in my hand, and try to catch up to the bloody man. His steps are long and strident as he maneuvers through the almost empty side walk. I find myself apologizing several times to random passers before I'm able to catch up to him as he turns into a somewhat dark alley.

"Harry!"

"What?" he growls suddenly, whipping around to look at me darkly. My words get caught in my throat immediately. He looks maniacal with blood dripping from his face and his hands clenched.

"W-we need t-," I stutter unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

"Spit it out, Parker!"

"What do we need to do? We can't do shit. You fucking handed my car over to that piece of shit of a sister!" he spits, driving me to scold him for how he's speaking about his sister before he shuts me up again.

"No! Shut the fuck up. What do I look like trying to raise a baby, Parker? I can barely even look after myself damn it. This is fucked. This entire situation is fucked. I can't take care of her child while she's off whoring herself out. Give me that," he seethes, trying to rip Nolan from my hands. I struggle against his grip crying loudly as soon as I realize his intentions. Right before he started reaching for the poor baby, his eyes flickered to the open dumpster in the darkest part of this alley.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? It's not your choice to make. Give me the damn baby," he forces. I refuse to let go of the innocent child as I sink to the empty boxes of trash behind me to better ground myself against his strength. His heavy hands are like large boulders against my body. With the hand that's not gripping my arm harshly, he punches the brick wall without wincing. A stream of more blood descends down the brown rock beside me. I bring the baby closer to my body, kissing his forehead lightly as soon as he backs away from the both of us breathing heavily. Then, giving up on trying to grab Nolan he approaches me with a different angle.

"Blue," he breathes, looking like a crazy person. He's crouches down right in front of me, ignoring the baby's presence entirely. Slapping both of his rough hands on top of my shoulders, he rubs the sore spots lightly only squeezing when he looks down at the child.

"No one ever has to know. We can get away with it, Parker. Just like she did. We'll wrap it up tightly so that it doesn't make a sound and we'll run."

I look up at him with horror through a clouded vision. I want nothing more than to be as far away from his Joker-like face right now. His sick grin looks ruined with blood painted across. I can't feel for his sick mind when Nolan's safety is at risk. My stomach is uneasy as the green-eyed boy's cries awaken the dark figures in the fading daylight. I can't fathom any of this. My head is spinning uncontrollably while it conjures up a world where we've taken a breath from it. I close my eyes sobbing loudly unable to focus. This isn't real, right? I do like a child when she's wishing for the big, scary monster to go away. The only difference: mine is still here, breathing hotly against my face. When I finally open them, I open my mouth too, unaware of the words that tumble out.

"We can do it together," I start, feeling like I'm losing my breath. I subconsciously begin rocking slightly trying to silence the boy's loud sobs. I'm surprised that no one's alarmed at the scene playing out. It's like we're stuck in another dimension where only demonic bodies live.

"I-I can get money and diapers and bottles and formula from my parents. We'll be okay. No one has to know, Harry! Just please don't do this."

I almost want to laugh at the absurdity of my claim. There's no way we could raise a baby now - we'd have no time to properly take care of it, or the money to hire someone to take care of it. Despite my words, my parents would surely die if they knew about this. They'd transfer me without thought. Cut me off from all remnants of this life. There's no way they can know about the last few days. We'll just have to figure something out. His face looks broken as he stares at me wildly. I close my eyes unable to see him like this. I've never been so heartbroken or scared of him in my life. How excited he was when talking about getting rid of a life!

His wide eyes continue to look at my face frantically. It's like he's trying to memorize every square inch of my broken face. He's looking for something beyond my hard expression. Then, in a completely different way than he has been since reading Gem's letter, he sobs right in front of me. His blood dirty hands take both sides of my head, forcing our foreheads together. The tears from his destroyed face make their way towards the bridge that our noses have formed all the way until they fall on the confused, screaming bundle below us.