Orphan

Chapter 75

Never in her life did she ever think she would be glad to walk into this house, but damn was she glad. The sound of the waves crashing just a few feet from the house and the warmth inside of it in contrast to the gloomy, wet weather outside was soothing. As she walked inside she saw a familiar figure stirring a cup of something hot, "Abigail, hey." Abigail lifted her eyes to meet those of a girl she had learned to adjust to, to put her trust into, and that alone had filled her heart with joy. "Hey, wow you look like shit." She mumbled walking over with a small smile and placing her arms briefly around the bruised and battered girl. "Feel like shit. Shouldn't have jumped, but I got some clarity through it all. Speaking of, how's things going?"
"Is the food ready yet?" Harry walked in, locking up the doors as he took off the wet jacket and tossed it onto the couch. "Later." Monique smiled apologetically at Abigail, her nodding her head in response. No conversation of the sort could be held with any of the boys around, especially not Harry. That conversation was the reason they were in this mess to begin with.

"Yes, it is." Abigail murmured, taking a sip of her drink as she sat down on the chair by the table, paging through an old book. "Did you clean up, or have you been twiddling your thumbs all damn day as usual." Abigail rolled her eyes, "Does it look dirty to you?"
"Well theres a big pile of dirt sitting right about here," Harry motioned his hand towards Abigail on the chair, waiting for some kind of remark to set him off. "Harry." Monique furrowed her brows, "You said you'd stop." She warned staring him dead in the eye, a silent battle between the two as a passive aggressive staring contest took place, Harry eventually giving in - muttering a 'whatever' under his breath.

"Did the boys get back to you at all?" He directed his attention back to Abigail as he made his way to the kitchen, grabbing the freshly brewed coffee.
"No, but there was a guy here." Harry froze before he could start pouring the coffee into his mug, his heartrate accelerating immediately at the words. Panic rippled through his veins as he swallowed the growing lump in his throat. "Guy? What guy?" He cleared his throat trying to focus on keeping a level headed exterior. "He was looking for you. Said he had a message for you." Abigail muttered paging through the book until she landed on the bookmarked page, taking another slow, hearty sip from her drink.

Harry could feel his throat tightening, his hands suddenly becoming shakier, he hadn't been afraid in a while. Genuinely afraid. He had suppressed such feelings for years, for as long as be could and now, now they were coming at him from all angles. He felt unsafe, unsure of himself. "What did he say?"
"Said kiss my ass. You'll make your own lunch and clean your own place if you keep up with your shit." Abigail spat.

It was as if Harry's body had both been relieved and angered more at the same time, relief that there was no one here for him, but anger tensing up the entirety of his body at this woman's utter balls to speak to him that way. "You're such a fu- Ah! Fuck!" Harry screamed, his voice bellowing throughout the echoey kitchen. Followed by a loud crash of glass. "Harry? You okay?" Monique ran in with slight panic in her tone as she froze at the entrance of the kitchen, only to find Harry hunched over grasping his hand, a broken coffee pot lie on the floor its contents spilled all over the counter and floor. "What happened?" She stepped closer, trying to avoid the scattered shards and hot liquid on the floor. "Burnt my hand. Shit..." Harry's face contorted into one of pain as he groaned, letting go of his now reddened, shaking hand. Amongst the chaos of him trying to focus on what Abigail had been telling him and thinking someone had come to murder him, he hadn't paid enough attention to the coffee he had been pouring. He had somewhat blanked out at the counter trying to gather his thoughts only focused on one thing, as a result the coffee he poured, which he hadnt even realised he had started pouring, had overflowed the cup and poured into his hand. This had caused him to drop the coffee pot out of pure shock and pain, if that wasnt enough, he was still quite thoroughly pissed off.