Mental

Chapter 7- Into the Storm

"Does he do that a lot? Like stuff like that?" He asked urgently, his hands on his hips as he stared daggers down at me. I shook my head a bit dumb founded about how much he, I don't know, cared I guess. "Do you tell your mum?"

"No, it really isn't that big of a deal." I sighed. I watched as he paced around the room, his forehead creased into a million lines as he was thinking. "It doesn't really happen all that often so it's okay."

"Yeah except for the fact that it's fucking not. I've seen shit like this, it escalates so much. You have to tell your mom." He sat down close to me and his whole demeanor was different. He seemed like a whole new person. He wasn't the Harry I met last week, mean and brooding. He was soft and careful around me, maybe it would be okay telling him my secrets. "I'll tell her if you don't."

"No, don't do that. It'll be a lot worse then." I cut in quickly, leaning forward. "It's fine, don't worry about it. It's not your problem." I got up and walked over to my closet and put one of my wind breakers on.

"Where are you going?" He asked, swiveling around on the bed.

"For a walk, you should leave." I told him picking up my phone and slipping into my toms. "Thanks, for your help you know." And just like a light switch, he turned right back into mean brooding Harry as if me not wanting him to tell my mom was the worse thing to ever happen to him.

"Fine, don't fucking tell her. You're right, what do I care? I barely know you." He spat getting up and pushing past me, his foot steps fading as he went down the stairs. Maybe I wasn't the only one with issues.

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I walked along outside until it got dark. I left a note on the counter for my mom telling her I was going to Daisy's. I was around the area where Daisy had showed me that place they hung out was. I decided to go see if anyone was there.

I walked down the muggy hallway and opened the door. The lights were on and it smelled like cigarettes so I guessed someone was here. "Who's there?" I heard a shrill voice call out.

"Uh, Madeline." I called back. There was a door slam and then Cleo appeared. "Sorry, I was just in the area."

"Mhm, it's fine. Have a seat." She sat down on the couch with a bottle of sprite in one hand and a cig in the other. "How you likin it back here?"

"Uh, good. I'm adjusting." I watched as she sucked her cheeks in, taking a long drag. Her long blonde hair reaached to about her naval and you could tell she straightened it by the way it curled up at the ends.

"You know, I hated you when you first came down here." She laughed, her purple lipstick stained lips parting to show her nearly perfect teeth. I sat there awkwardly waiting for her to continue. "You were fresh meat. Freshest meat we've had since, I don't know, freshman year."

"Yeah, well it's not as great as it might sound." I muttered which made her laugh. I liked her. "Can I ask you some questions?"

"Shoot." She grinned taking another long drag.

"What's the deal with Harry?" She snapped her head in my direction, her eyes straining. Maybe that was the wrong question. She softened after a little while though, relaxing back into the couch.

"Ah, another victim to those gorgeous green eyes." She rocked her head back and forth against the couch. "Well, I'll just tell you everything to save you the trouble of asking anyone else. And, because I'm the only one who knows everything about him."

"Why's that?" I asked leaning forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

"Darling, I was his first girlfriend when he got here. Longest girlfriend since he's been here and not to mention the greatest shag he'll probably ever have." Her words made me squirmy, I didn't like how she was talking about him.