Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

"I Was There Last Night."

H A R R Y 

Her body was still as she laid asleep on her side of the bed. I usually slept on the left, her on the right. She moved slightly to turn, her face towards me. She was one of the most beautiful sleepers. They way her lips were slightly parted as she let out puffs of breath. I watched her arm reach over to my side of the bed, what was my side of the bed, but when she found it was empty, a deep frown set on her soft features. I made my way downstairs, gathering my things from her room before I did. I attempted to be as quiet as I could, and if I do say so, I believe I was almost silent as I tried to exit her white walls.

Her kitchen was a mess from last night, dishes everywhere, glass and liquor scattered across the floor. Everything was terrible unclean. No doubt in my mind that most of the dishes in the sink were Lewis's doing, Janissa always washed the dishes when she was finished. Walking over to the overflowing sink, I let the hot water run as I search for the damned sponge. Quickly finding it, I scrub the dishes I can, leaving the tough ones to soak as I reach for the wash cloth hanging on the stove. Glass was scattered everywhere, posing a very dangerous threat to cut Janissa as she walked through the kitchen bare-footed. The brown liquid that had once been in the bottle had now dried, causing the dark wood to become sticky.

"You're always a fucking jerk to me!" Janissa screamed, holding on tightly to the bottle of Jack. Her other hand was on her hip, showing her protest to my appearance. I tried to take a step forward, but she took a step back. "Don't come near me." She whispered, taking another sip of the liquid.

"Janissa-"

"And you know what else? You are all laughs and giggle when it comes to Chloe, but when I say the slightest thing that you don't like, you go fucking bat shit, and start throwing things!" Her face was red with anger, and stained with tears. Her hand violently wiped the drops of water away, pretty much just smacking herself in the face. My legs moved before I was able to comprehend what was happening. My hand was wrapped around the bottle, removing it from her grasp, and taking it into my own. My lips met the bottle, feeling the familiar burn down my throat.

"Sometimes you're a fucking bitch, Janissa, but I love you anyway." I argue back.

"I'm not a bitch, Harry!" She shouted. Her body was shaking with tension, but all I could focus on was the way her hips moved in those shorts as she paced the floors.

"You can be! You try to control everything in my life! 'I can pay for your house', 'take Jess to the hospital', 'stay away from Chloe', it all you ever do!"

"Grow the fuck up, Harry! Jess was sick, was he not? And since we are taking about fuckface over there, you have been all over her since she came down here!"

"Dammit, Janissa!" I screamed. The next thing I knew, the bottle had left my hand, and had been throwing across the room. "I didn't come here to argue with you!"

"No, Harry. That is exactly why you came here." She was right. I wanted to see if she would argue with me, because if she fought back, she still cared.

"Fuck." I whisper to myself, pushing my hair from my face. Under her sink, I didn't find anything that would clean the mess without fucking up her floors, her expensive fucking floors. We had used all the bleach to clean my fucking blood from the floor, meaning I had to run to the store to get some $10 fucking bottle of wood cleaner, and I did. I bought the cheapest bottle I could afford, considering I have no been working. The coffee shop ended up being a bust. Apparently its not a good idea to get shot during your first few weeks of working there. After going back to finish the dishes, the kitchen was spotless, absolutely sanitary. My stomach growled, causing me to remember I had not eaten. When I opened the fridge, I was appalled by the lack of food in it. All that stood was a half carton of milk, and those nasty fruit cups Janissa adored. A pain shot through my chest as I closed the fridge, and reached up to the medicine cabinet. I dry swallowed a few pills to rid my headache, and carried on with my plans.