That which we believed

Part 71

-Be careful, I'm grilling.

The unsteering and, at the same time, such an unpredicted smile, took my face. I've longed for the moment when I'm going to be grilled or raise my voice. I really didn't see a light in front of me, but I had hope, I believed that someday we would be happy...... together.

We crossed the mansion's doorstep. Her gaze was directed to the kitchen. That little kitchen that started it all. For a moment the face and clarify.

-Where is Natalie:-You asked me.

-is still on leave, Tomorrow comes back:-I informed her.

He nodded, then climbed into his room.

-You can stay with me:-I offered her.

-No:-Declined

He was adamant. He needed more time.

It's been about an hour, and I've given it full freedom. Me and my concern. Dad hadn't come yet. I guess he wasn't finished working at the office. I had to find out what he was doing, whether he was already calm. I climbed the stairs slowly, as I was afraid to go into her room. What if she had relaxed her body on the floor again or crying inconsolable. I couldn't live with it. I couldn't watch him torture himself. My heart was bathed when tears ran from her eyes.

Anna's point of view.

I was standing up, admiring the view through the window. Winter was still devastating. The trees were crushing their branches, they could not withstand the weight of the snow. The banging on the door startled me. It was Harry.

-you're okay;-You asked me straight.

I nodded, smiling warmly. He didn't deserve to treat him that way. All this time he stood by me, supporting me, despite all the things I had said to him. I diverted my eyes from him, and I stared back in the distance. I had a slight eyelid, as fatigue was about to beat me. A strange noise, it took my attention. Twist the head, trying to find the place from which it came. My gaze stood at the hand of Harry, who held a small piece of paper in his hand.

-It's for you:-He handed it to me.

-What it is:-I was surprised.

-I do not know:-said, not laughing to look at me:-I found it in your house.

My heart tupteše like crazy. The sweat was killing out of my body. I had to open it, but Harry kept the eyes off my face. Like he was afraid I'd cry again.

-I want to be alone:-I said.

-but...:-He was trying to resist

-Please:-I asked him, making his eye on him.

I lifted the tip of my upper lip. Trying to assure him I'm not angry. He responded to his gesture with a satisfying smile and went away. My hands violently while I was unfolding the paper. I remained shaken.

' ' Wherever I am, wherever you are, my heart for you will be beating!

From dad to my little asterisk "

My eyes are tears. My body's back on the rebound. I pressed the paper to my chest, taking a deep breath. I can not be happy, I mourn my fate. The moment when I felt strong, the moment I stood on my feet, but...... life again knocked me down. I was a loser, he beat me. More, I couldn't resist his punches.