His Girl

chapter 65

I made breakfast which consisted of pancakes for her as it was her favourite breakfast and a omelette for me.
I sat drinking coffee and eating thr omelette whilst checking my calendar for today on my phone.
It was empty which disappointed me. After she accused me of kidnapping her I couldnt bare to be around her. I guess I'll go to the warehouse and keep myself occupied there, of course I would make sure the guards are more efficient and have them watching her like hawks. No matter how pissed I am, I couldnt bare to see her get hurt like she did again.
Although I like the new her, she was definitely more out going, I hated how petty she could be. It annoyed me to some extent, especially the blanket situation, the old harper would probably have shared straight away, even at the beggining she had no problem with us watching a film together even if it was on the floor.
The new Harper was confident which I liked however after we got together she was starting to get confident. She had come along way in the time I had known her. When we first met, she was scared to eat but over time she would eat whenever she wanted, she was scared to sit on any furniture and felt she didnt even deserve a bed but over time she had began to sleep in mine. She even stopped calling me sir, all these things showed how confident she was getting. This new her wasnt the same.
"James"
Hearing her voice brought me back to reality, I looked up at her and saw she looked nervous.
"Yeah" I ask.
"I'm sorry for how I acted, it's just I know nothing about what happened and I know you're hiding alot of things from me and its frustrating, I just want to remember" she said and my walls fell, work mode me had walls as high as the sky, I let no one in and I was ruthless, however she knocked them down.
"Hey, it's ok. Ask me what you want to know and I'll answer the best I can" I say, not liking her feeling this way. "After breakfast" she replied looking at the pancakes, I chuckled and motioned her to sit.

After breakfast we went into the living room to talk. I was nervous about the questions she would ask. I couldnt tell her some things as I knew it would break her.
"I know nothing about my life before" she said sadly. She doesnt want too either, I couldnt tell her everything but maybe I could tell her bits.
"You said I was abused in the hospital when I asked about the scars, was I abused by my parents" she says and my eyes widen in shock. She definitely wasnt oblivious. "Its ok I just wanna know, max never talks about them and since I've never seen them I just figured they might be the reason" she says.
I guess it was time to tell her a bit more about her past, I never wanted to tell her but I dont want her searching for the truth and finding out every detail. At least this way she will be less hurt.
"Sort of, your parents werent good people, they gave you up at age 4, that's why max and you dont have any memories past that. The people you were given too hurt you but then we met, we became friends and then good friends, we were very close and we did have our ups and downs but we got over them. Someone from my past got jealous and kidnapped you and me and your brother searched for you and time we found you, you were unconscious and in a bad way"  I tell her giving her a brief summary of what happened. She is quiet for a moment but thrn speaks "were we just good friends" fuck. Should I tell her? Of course not she doesnt see you like that anymore. "Would you have liked us to be something more" I ask directing the question back at her.
"Maybe, wait no I mean no" she replies and my heart sunk.

"We were just good friends" I sadly tell her. I really didnt like new her, I wanted old her back, the one who wanted to be with me.