Versace

Chapter 30

Kally's P.O.V
Apparently, Harry was going to Paris. Why? I don't know. At the moment, we were at the funeral. Only a few people came up to me, and said hello, but that's it. We were at the burial, filled with people sniffing and crying. Harry and I still haven't talked to each other about me being dyslexic and keeping it from him, but he said we'd talk about it later. I had saw his face at the funeral, which reminded me of last year, and how he shot Harry. It made me so angry, I didn't shed a single tear for him. The casket was going down in the ground, and I don't know why, but I had a weird feeling in my stomach. My dad and I shared some good memories, but that's until he raped me for seven years. At the pit of my stomach, I don't know what I felt. Sadness? Grief? I couldn't cry over him. I just couldn't. Not after what he did to me, and Harry. "You okay?" Harry whispers to me. "Yeah, I'm fine." I say, shaking my head. "It's okay to cry, Kally." Harry says. "I wouldn't dare cry for him." I say through gritted teeth. He doesn't say anything else. I watch it go completely down in the hole, and then it's over. He's gone forever. He can't hurt me anymore. I didn't know if I should be happy about his death or not. I was glad that he couldn't hurt me anymore, but that's not right of me to be happy like that. I don't know why, but I felt the need to cry. Like I said, my dad and I did lots of fun things together. He used to give me piggyback rides, and take me to the park. It was so much fun. I remember all the laughs we've shared. I soon feel tears well up in my eyes. I try to blink them away, but fail. Tears are now streaming down on my face. Harry sees me, and opens his arms, and I accept his hug. He doesn't say anything. All he does is hold me. I cry harder and harder by the minute until I can't cry anymore. I pull away and wipe my face. "I'm sorry." I whisper. "It's okay." He whispers. I have my head down, trying to keep myself unseen. I don't want people coming up to me, and giving me pity. A person comes up to me. I don't know who it is, until I look up. Its my mother. "What are you doing here?" I say sternly. "He was my husband, wasn't he?" She says. "Yeah whatever. What do you want?" I say. "Just see how you're doing. You know I haven't seen you in awhile. You look beautiful." She says. "Okay, thank you! Can you please leave me alone now?" I spat. "If you insist, but I just wanted to say, I never thought you'd cry for your father." She says. "I remembered the good times we shared. The times where all you did was ignore me." I say. "I'm sorry! How many times do I have to at it?" She says. "Nineteen more!" I snap. She doesn't say anything else, and I feel like I've won. "I'm going to go. Have a nice day." She says softly, then walks away. "We should probably get to airport, so we can go to Paris." He says, and I nod. We leave the funeral, and drive to the airport, trying to forget my grief.
Harry's P.O.V
I understand why Kally broke down like that. Kally and her dad shared some good times before he raped her, and I know those memories came back, and made her sad. We were now on the plane where Kally was in my 'Obsession' sweater, and was sitting down on her phone. I changed into sweatpants and a sweater. "Are you okay?" I ask. "Yeah, I'm fine." She whispers, not looking up from her phone. "Kally, it's okay to be sad, it's okay to cry. Don't be embarrassed." I say. "I know it's okay to cry, but for a man like that?" She starts to cry again, choking on a sob. "I understand, but you and your dad shared some good times. I get that it's hard to let go." I say. "I told myself that I was going to forgive him one day for what he did to me, but now it's too late." She breaks down after she says that. "Hey baby, it's okay." I rub her back. "No it's not! It's too late!" She sobs. "Your dad knows that you forgive him." I whisper. "Does he?" She sniffs. "Yes, I know he does, somehow." I say. "I sure hope so.." She whispers. I whisper another he does, and then she doesn't say anything else. "Do you want to cuddle?" I ask. "Sure." She says, wiping her face. I pull her on top of me, and she nuzzles her head into my neck. "I love you." She whispers. "I love you too." I wrap my arms around her. We lie there for awhile, and then we're both fast asleep.
Kally's P.O.V
I was woken up by Harry saying we were here. I get off of him, and we get off of the plane, into a car, on our way to the house Harry bought.
Thirty minutes later, we reach the house. I get in, and rush upstairs, getting in bed. It was 8:30 PM, and I was very tired. Harry enters the bedroom, and I wrap up in the sheets. "Harry, come cuddle with me!" I pout. "Sorry baby, but I'm meeting up with a friend." He says. "Oh." I say softly. "Yeah, sorry." He says. "It's fine." I say shaking my head. "Okay, I'll see you later." Harry says, and kisses my cheek. He walks downstairs, and leaves.
Harry's been gone for awhile now, as usual, I wasn't worried. I saw pictures and it looked like he was at a bar or something. I see another picture saying that they didn't want anyone knowing that they were in Paris, which was kind of too late for, because pictures were everywhere. Of course, Harry was with a girl. Who? I don't know, of course. Is she pretty? Once again, of course. Prettier than me, in my opinion. At first, I thought she was a model, but her Instagram bio said that she was a law student which caught me by surprise. She would make a perfect model. I get a text, and it's from Luze.
"Hiiiiii :)"
"Hey Luze, wyd?"
"Nothing. How's Paris?"
"Good, I guess. Harry of course left :/"
"Oh :/ sorry."
"It's fine, sorry, but it's late here in Paris, and I'm really tired so I'm going to go to bed."
"It's fine! Goodnight!"
I sigh, and lie my phone down on the nightstand, putting it on vibrate, not wanting to be disturbed. I keep the nightlight on, and wrap myself in the sheets. Falling asleep without Harry's arms wrapped around me. Again.