Little Town. New boy.

Chapter 8

"You know you never told me about you" I stated, disrupting the quietness in Harry's car as he drove me home from school.
"And you never told me about you" he responded. i got quiet, hoping he would give in to telling me about him, it worked.

"what would you like to know?"

"whats your mom and dad like?" i questioned.

"my mom is a writer, so she spends alot of time at her office downtown working. I havent seen my dad in 11 years. He left my mom and I when i was 7. Sometimes i feel like i live alone"

"i guess he we have alot more in common then i thought we did" i spoke quitely.

"whys that?"

"oh, nothing. It dosent matter"

"No, brooke. Tell me" his sudden change in voice startled me.

"Well when i was little my parents started fighting, my mom got into alcohol and then my dad left. I havent seen him in God knows how long and my mom barely comes around" I could feel myself getting choked up as i spilt my feelings out to him.

"im sorry brooke" Harry said sympathetically.

"its not your fault' i shrugged. When we pulled up infront of my house i was saddened with the thought of having to spend the rest of the night alone.

"Hey harry? Would you want to stay over for a couple hours" i asked keeping my head down.

"Sure, if you want me too" he hopped out of the vehicle and followed behind me up to the door.

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Harry and I spent hours watching movies and talking about growing up in our similar households.

"Do you ever just want to leave it all behind?" Harry's question drew my focus from the tv on to him.

"what do you mean?"

"do you ever just want to leave this all behind, forget about the people and things youve gone through?" i creased my forhead. Were these the type of things that kept Harry up at night? The type of things he thought about all those mornings at the coffee shop?

"i-" before i could finish my sentence, i heard the front door open before seeing my drunken mother in the living room doorway.

"Brooklynn, you little-"

"mom!" i stood up from the couch just as fast as Harry did after me.

"who is that? Is this one of your little friends" the way my own mother looked at Harry so seductively made me cringe. I didnt know if it was a form of embarrasment or disgust.

"Mom come on" i moved forward, gripping her arm trying to gravitate her towards upstairs. My cheek stung at her sudden movement. My own mother slapping me in the face.

"Dont touch me, you filthy whore" the words stung through my body like ice.

"Hey!' Harry yelled stepping in between the two of us. Anger raged through my body.

"Harry just leave" i spoke harshly.

"Brooke, you cant let her talk to you like that" he looked at me with glossy eyes.

"i dont need your help Harry. Just leave!" I yelled at him. i regretted my loud words as soon as they flew out my mouth but it was too late, he had already grabbed his jacket and flew out the door.

"You can bring him around more often" My mother winked at me before falling over onto the couch. i threw my hands over my face, wanting to burst in to tears.

****

I slept through my alarm, tried to cover the dark patch on my cheek with makeup from the slap the night before and sure enough was late for math class earning me a detention slip.

"He wouldnt take my seat" Sarah whispered to me as i sat down beside her. I looked back at Harry, he was aware of my focus on him but he avoided all eye contact, assuring me he wasnt happy.

"what happened?" Sarah asked.

"my mother happened" she didnt ask anymore questions for the rest of class after that. Sarah knew that my mom was an alcoholic and she knew my dad left at a young age but i never told her how many times my mother hit me or how many nights i layed there awake in my bed wishing i could talk to somebody; or have someone to tell me"Its gonna be okay."

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