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[19] Phone call

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Harry

It hurt me to hear Sydney ramble on about her life; believe it or not. It did hurt knowing that I did that to her, that I took it all away. It's not like I wanted to, I had to. If it was up to me (which I suppose it could have been), she would be at home right now safe and sound. But it had to be this way, it had to go exactly like this otherwise it would have been much worse.

Much, much worse.

I couldn't stay in the room and hear anymore from her. I couldn't take anymore of her yelling and I didn't trust myself to not yell back, so I had to leave and be away from her for awhile. All of the things I said weren't necessary, but I do not feel bad for saying them. She had a good life; she did. Maybe it wasn't perfect, but it was better than most and it was most certainly better than mine. I do feel horrible that she no longer has all of that, but it can't be changed nor can it be fixed. It's far too late for that.

I've been sitting in my room for a good hour now, awaiting that call I know is soon to come. It always comes after something like this happens. I know Sydney is now in her room, I heard her go in there a short while after I entered mine. She is supposed to be cleaning but I guess I should cut her a break. I know she is in there busting her mind with her thoughts. She's probably sat frozen on her bed either crying or feeling bad for herself. She told me before that she often feels a sense of emptiness; numbness. I don't blame her, really.

I jump a little when my phone starts to ring. I knew he would be calling, he always does. I slide my finger across the screen and bring the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" I answer. I try to keep my voice at a nice level, I can't show anger or annoyance or things might go horribly wrong.

"Harry, how's everything going?" His voice is loud and authoritative.

"Fine, everything's under control." I nod, even though he cannot see me. Not at the moment, anyway.

"Really? Because it seems as though you're having a bit of troubles?" He questions, his voice peeking with interest and I know he will mention the event that just took place.

"I'm fine, really." I try to convince him, hoping he will let it go just this once. The possibility of that is little to none.

"No, you're really not. I don't know how many more of these little yelling matches I can tolerate. She's got quite some mouth on her, Harry." He sighs in what sounds like irritation.

"Nothing I can't deal with, it's alright."

"No, it isn't alright." He barks. "I thought I told you to be more strict?" He raises his voice.

"I really don't see how th-." He cuts me off mid-sentence.

"Handle her better, her mouth needs to stop working so well when she gets angry. Teach her lessons, Harry, keep her intact." He demands.

"I really don't think hurting her any further will help anything!" I raise my voice also, getting slightly angry.

"Do as you're told, Harold, or I'll come and do it myself!" He spits down the phone before ending the call.

Fucking hell.

Sydney

I stand up from my bed and move to the door. I've been sitting in here for over an hour and my bladder feels like its going to burst. I quietly open the door and tiptoe out into the hallway, trying my best not to notify Harry that I am out of the room again. I do not need him coming out and giving me the lecture I know is to come.