Wherever You Are

CHAPTER THREE

Ten minutes later, I got out of the bathroom, Liam, Sarah and Harry were watching TV.

— Are you waiting for me to eat? Sorry!

— It's all fine. We were... — says Sarah but Harry interrupts her.

— Yes we are, little princess, but you could take a little longer, I'm not hungry at all! And I bet they aren't too! — says ironically Harry without taking his eyes out of the TV screen and with his arms crossed.

Little princess? Is that what he thinks about me? Really? I'm gonna show him who's the little princess here.

— HARRY! — screams Sarah. She said it so loud that me and Liam jumped with a scare.

— What?

— "What" you ask? "What"? Can't you see what is the problem? Really Harry? Can't you see that you are being rude to Bella?

— What a fuck, Sarah? Don't make a scene. — he says with a calm voice tone and still without taking his eyes from the TV.

Sarah gets up from the couch. — Shut up! You can't talk like that to anyone, much less to me! If you are hurt and angry with life, with that shit that happened to you last year, you should get help or talk to someone. But you do not have the right to be rude and insensitive towards other people!

This is getting ugly, and I'm the cause of the discussion. What can "that shit that happened to you" be?

Harry gets up too. — EXCUSE ME? Are you crazy or what? Are you out of your mind? And what makes you think that you have the right to say that in front of them or using that as a argument? If I accept to came to Houston it was because I needed to run away from those bullshits, and it's not gonna be you to remember me of it or to boss me around! I'm the boss of myself! Get that! And get a life too! — after saying that, Harry grabbed a jar and threw it to the floor, braking it in thousand pieces.

Harry roughly walked to the front door.

— You are completely wrong! You can't even take care of yourself for twenty-four hours! You don't know nothing about life! Nothing!

Even before Sarah finished talking, Harry left slamming the door hardly.

Sarah fell in the sofa with her hand over her face. I and Liam looked at each other.

I don't know what to do! Should I comfort her? Should I leave? Should I clean the broken jar? Should I go after him? No, no, no! Are you crazy Bella? He was the one who did the mess.

— Sarah? — Liam breakes the silent — are you ok?

— Yes, don't mind! That was nothing compared to the discussions we usually have. Let's eat! — Sarah gets up with a smile on her face like nothing had happen.

— I'll clean the jar — I have to do something useful.

— Stop! Harry will be the one to clean it. — She says authoritatively. — He has to learn that his acts have consequences, and that starts with the little ones. Liam, if Deanee asks tell her not to clean it.

Liam lives in this huge mansion only with his mom and Diane, the chore miss. His dad died with a chronic decease twelve years ago.

— Ok, I will. It's Diane, by the way.

[...]

We three ate the pizza while we watched TV.

— Sarah, how long are you going to stay?

— Just this year.

— YEAR? WHAT? — Liam gets up from the couch with his eyes wide open.

— An year? That's crazy awesome! — I wondered out loud. I mean, awesome if the jerky doesn't mess with my life again.

— Yeah, what's the point Liam? Didn't your mom tell you? — said Sarah taking one more bite of the slice that was left.

— Oh god! No, she didn't! An year? Really? I thought you were staying like a week, maybe two!

— Did you really thought that we were going to come just for that time? And what about Harry's 12th grade? He couldn't not go to the college. He asked transference for HHC, for this year.

— He what? — I and Liam got shocked.

— You gotta be kidding me, Sarah! He is going to make my life a hell! — Says Liam scared.

— Oh please! Don't you think he has something more to do? — Says Sarah

— I'm screwed!

— Tell me if he does some shit, I'll put him straighter than this table! Now go to college! I'll give you two a ride if you want.

I smiled at Sarah then she winked at me confidently.

I like Sarah. She's really cool!