Weirdo //h.s. [Editing]

[24] The Affair

Here it is! This chapter is most of the truth, brace yourself because it may come as a shock! And please don't hate me for this.

Sydney

"Are you absolutely positive that you want to hear it all?" Harry asks me as we sit down on the couch.

"Yes, I want to know everything. Don't leave anything out." I nod my head and settle into my seat. The tension seems to be rising the closer we get to the confession and I can feel my heart rate pick up faster every time he speaks.

"Alright. I'm going to start from the very beginning, okay? Like a bit of information about my past so it will be easier for you to understand. Is that alright?" He makes sure and I nod my head quickly.

"Yes, just get to it." I usher him. I cannot wait another minute for this, it has been three months and I'm just ready to hear the truth already.

"Alright. When I was ten, my parents got a divorce." He started. "They had been fighting for a long time and it was very clear that it just was not going to work anymore, so they just decided to end it. I was hurt but at the same time I was relieved because it would be better without them constantly being down each other's throats about something." He paused to make sure I was still following. I nod my head shortly, telling him to continue.

"Anyway, the divorce was difficult for all of us, especially me. It was hard to hear them fighting over the lawyers, the court dates, who would be getting what, but especially who would be getting me. They fought endlessly over who's custody I would be taken into, and of course with me being only ten years old I wanted to be able to be with both of them. My dad was alright with shared custody, but my mom was a very stubborn lady. It took a lot of convincing but somehow she was finally managed to be talked into it." He stops again, taking in my expression. Of course I feel bad that Harry had to go through this, but a lot of kids do.

"Continue.." I nod.

"When I was sixteen, I grew tired of the constant back and forth thing between my parents. I switched houses every week, being expected to share little facts with each of them. Both of them would always expect me to spill stuff about what was going on with the other. I was just so sick of it that I decided I needed to get away. That is how I ended up here all the way from England." He smiles at me.

"I talked to both of them about how I wanted to come to America, and of course my mother was totally against the idea of me moving out of the country. My dad was the easy one to convince, he told me I could come here as long as I stayed with his brother until I got onto my own feet. So I agreed that I would stay with my uncle for as long as I needed." He pauses to take a breath.

"My mum still wasn't with it, so months later and I was still in England. My father developed a drinking problem shortly after him and my mom separated, and eventually all the booze caught up to. He died of alcohol poisoning a few months after I proposed the idea of me moving." Harry stops and sniffles lightly, but no tears threaten to fall from his eyes.

"Harry, I am so sorry." I place my hand on his shoulder and look at him seriously. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose my father.

"It's alright. After his death, I told my mom that I needed to leave and I couldn't take no for an answer any longer. I couldn't stay there with her while she was grieving over him, I know that I should of, but I just couldn't. I had to handle it on my own before I could help anyone else handle it. She told me I had to agree to live with my uncle until I was eighteen and then she would let me go, so I agreed. I called my uncle and asked if it was alright and he said yeah, so I left England and came here." He smiled and took my hand, giving it a squeeze.