Again

Chapter 32.

Confusion strikes his eyes as I try to yank my arm out of his firm grip. He won't let go, tightening his long fingers on my arm. Tears brim my eyes when I look up at him.

"Let go of me!"

"No, I won't let you run away from me. Talk to me, tell my why this scumbag thinks he can touch you!"

I start trying to shake my arm off, but it won't work. His hands are too strong, the muscles in his underarm tightening. "That is none of your business," I retort, stopping since it has no use. My chest is rising and falling heavily. Not because of my movements but because the simplest touch set my skin on flames. A gasp escapes my lips as I dare to look at his face. I just wanted to take a peek, allow myself so much of a glance. But my eyes widen when I see the bruise that is forming next to his right eye. He notices me starring and presses his lips into a fine line.

His look becomes desperate and some of the pain I feel since yesterday resolves. It scares me how much a look of him can make me feel. Is that normal?

"Please Mia... I need to know what he wanted from you," he pleas. Why does he care? He knows why Andrew was here; to bring my backpack. What kind of sick game is he playing?

I turn my head towards the glass doors of my school. Only Emma is still standing there. I show her a thumbs up, signaling her that I am fine. She nods, but stays in place. Somehow, that gesture warms my heart. To know that someone will be there.

"He brought me my backpack," I answer, confused and annoyed. I frown when he doesn't understand. Didn't he told Andrew to bring it to me? This doesn't make sense at all. "He told me you wanted him to bring it to me."

He runs a hand through his hair. "Son of a bitch," he breathes.

"Harry!"

"That is not true. You need to believe me," he says, his voice raspy and husky. Goosebumps rise on my skin and I shiver slightly. "That little fucker."

I pull on my wrist which makes him look down on me again. I almost have to lean my head back all the way to look him in the eyes. "Why would I believe you?" I ask, shaking my head. I can feel the tears build up again, the lump that is forming in my throat feels so big, I can't breathe. "I feel like all you've told me the past weeks are lies just to make me feel any kind of pity with you. I don't know why you chose me to play these games with but I am done-"

He takes a deep noisy breath his touch tightening again. "I don't want any of your fucking pity! I didn't lie to you! And I certainly didn't push you into any kind of this!" he yells, as I close my eyes not to start crying. I don't want him to see how much his words hurt me.

"Remember what I said to you the day one the beach? You come to me yourself every time. I don't play games with you," he says, calmer but still on the edge.

"Then why did you kiss me? Tell me, what the purpose behind all of this was because you hurt me a lot by telling me my first kiss didn't mean anything to you at all! You knew I've never kissed anyone before, so why did you do it?"

He rolls his eyes. "It's not your damn virtue Mia. Stop making such a big deal out of this," he sighs.

My jaw drops, and before I even register what I do, I slap him right across the face with my left hand. It might not be as hard as I could have been with my right hand, but it still leaves a red mark on his cheek. The tears start running down my face as he lets go of my hand.

His hand moves up to his cheek and he looks at me. Tears blur my vision, a strange wave of satisfaction and guilt flood my mind. "I want you to stay away from me for now on," I whisper, my voice cracking at the end so I have to look away. I hear someone running, it's probably Emma. She's here, I'm safe.

"I'm not the bad guy here! This isn't safe for you, don't you understand? I can't believe that you're so fucking blind!" Harry yells, making me flinch.

"That is because nobody tells me anything!"

"I am telling you now not to see Andrew ever again! He isn't who you think he is," he says, but is cut off as Emma shoves his away.

"Don't tell me that any of this has something to do with Andrew! This is between you and me!"

I suddenly feel Emma's hand gently touch me and scooping me away from there. I see Harry, trying to tell me something but I shake my head. I don't want to hear kind of lies from him anymore.

Harry runs his hand through his hair again, a nervous gesture of him. I wrap my arms around my stomach as I feel like throwing up any given moment. "Mia, listen-"

"Just go already Harry! Get lost!"

The next thing I remember is sitting in the girl’s toilette and Emma wrapping her arms around me as I cry into her shoulder.

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A/N.: *screams into pillow*