"Don't sound too excited to see me 'HAROLD'" I mocked whilst putting air quotes around his name.
"Laugh all you want but at least my name has character."
"And mine doesn't?" I mocked hurt
"It does for a paid sex worker"
"You heard about that."
"Annalise told me."
"It wasn't funny."
"Yes it actually was hunny bun."
"Don't call me that."
"If I pay you will you let me." He burst into laughter in the middle of the door way.
"just go to your appointment Harry." I sigh giving up on this conversation.
"Okay alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist. Oh and tell Luke I said hi." he yells as I walk away. I turn around and match back towards him.
"Luke who?"
"Luke Potts also known as your brother." he smirks.
How would he (out of all people) know my brother? Luke hasn't been out with any friends since he was 16. He hasn't had anyone over since he was 13. My brother has always been such an introvert. He has never even had a girlfriend and he is 21."I don't know what your talking about." I lie as my teeth clench.
"He had quite a reputation and so did your whole family."
"Alright Harold" I grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him all the way to the coffee shop around the corner. Silence consumed us along with muttered swear words under our breathes and thoughts swimming in my head.
"Look Cakey" he started. "If you wanted a quicky you could of just asked but the coffee shop is a but public.. and I have nothing else to say to you" he trailed off as we sat on the wooden table furthest away from all windows.
"No no no no no! shut up Harry, what do you know about my family, lets sort this shit out." he raises an eyebrow.
"You owe me."
"What"
"This meal, I can order whatever I want, after all you did drag me out of my appointment"
I look down at my wallet and gulp, it better be good information. "fine"
" I knew your brother quite well, in fact I know more about him than you do" he started. "I knew about his drinking, the girls and his miscarriage, I know for a fact that he is a flipping bastard that doesn't deserve anything that comes his way." he finishes with his fists clenched on the coffee table, I don't dare look at his face in fear that it will cut right through me.
"Look I'm not sure we are thinking of the same person..."
" Oh unconvinced I see, I think I have the right family. there's 4 of you now, your father, Luke, Amber and you."
"What else do you think you know? How do you know all this" I shake my head. In all honesty I think its a load of bull shot can he honestly say he knows my family when I know that Luke hasn't done half the things that Harry said.
"Let me see, your family is honestly like a modern day corny drama isn't it? Well lets just say that your sister isn't Miss innocent- if you get what I mean, and your father is abusive" I nearly laugh but I take a gulp instead. Amber is a virgin she is only 15. I haven't lost my V card and I'm 17 nearly 18. He must think I am a idiot. Then again he knows my dad. He knows about MY dad. How, oh god I'm going to be sick.
"I'm going to be sick," I say accidently say out loud. "I mean I need to pee, this is getting weird." I stand up abruptly rushing into the bathroom. god I can't wait until my councillor hears about this. I'm coping with the school work and moving out here but God I can't take too much on at one time before another breakdown.
When I walked back to our table my phone was on the counter with a note attached. 'I now have your number just in case I need a booty call. Ps you might want to put a lock on your phone, the world is a strange place and people will kill for information. - H
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Another Run Away
Teen FictionRunaway: a person who has run away, especially from their family or an institution. (under copyright 2015) *unedited*