We belong together [Rewriting]

07 [Rewritten]

~Evernly

With a heavy heart, I stepped inside my house, my throat tight missing the feeling of ecstasy, the high I got from being around Harry. I sighed, my eyes still on the message he sent me a minute ago, feeling giddy about the possibility of having dinner with him again.

I let out a high pitch scream as I saw Wren sitting at the bottom of the stairs, my phone slipping from my grasp and flew out of my hand. My heart leaped out of my chest as my eyes followed my phone, fell on the floor with a hard thud. Letting out a yelp for my phone, I flinched, my chest right as I watched my discarded phone with sad eyes, tears pooling in my eyes.

"What the hell Wren." I bit out, a hard stare pointed at the woman wearing a gown, her hands folded over her chest, still seated on the floor, our gaze locked on each other, neither refusing to look away, a staring contest, challenging each other. Both of us knew that the first to look away would loose the argument brewing.

"What do you want me to do?" Wren asked, her words piercing the silence, slapping me in the face, cold chilling anger lacing each word. I shivered, feeling the need to wrap my hands around my arms to protect myself from Wren's cold gaze.  "Tell me to stop right now, do you want me stop caring about what you do, when you come home. Tell me to stop with Ms Leahy, the therapy, tell me to stop and I will because I don't know what you want me to do. You don't listen."

A range of emotions rose up my chest, lodging themselves in my throat, locking me in a choke hold. I would've taken Wren's shouting any day, I wanted her to shout, to scold me because her chilling anger is something I couldn't handle, it didn't let me get angry because she wasn't shouting. My throat closed up as guilt began swarming inside my stomach like tadpoles about to turn into frogs, growing and building until they burst out free.

Unable to mention my daring glare, my gaze shifted, guilt gnawing at my gut, my chest and my throat. "It's not like that." I said, my tone low and timid. "And I came home early, before my curfew," I added, my voice tight and begging. "I also didn't drink." I lied, averting my gaze from her bone chilling one.

Wren inhaled sharply, a huffing sound coming from deep within her. "That is NOT the issue and you know it-" Wren snapped, her tone rising from her low one. "YOU ARE GROUNDED, YOU DO NOT have a curfew, YOU DO NOT leave this house without my knowing. I do not care what happened but you do not leave this house without my okay, did you get my approval?"

I shook my head, my head still hanging low, remorse and shame gnawing at me but regret wasn't part of the emotions I was feeling. I knew if I had to do it again, I would even after knowing what came after the night ended. "Where are you coming from?" Wren asked, her tone level again but I clamped up, unable to open my mouth and tell her, not wanting to hear the horrible things Wren thought about Harry, not after what transpired between Harry and I. I didn't need a reminder of the lowest point in my life and frankly I was ashamed of telling everyone, especially Wren that I want to get back together with Harry, that I can't live without him.

"Open your damn mouth and tell me." Wren demanded harshly making me flinched at her choice of words, her tone knocking the wind out of my lungs.

"A date." I whispered, my voice quivering with raw emotion, a sob almost breaking out.

"With who? With that boy, Harry. The one you used to date, Lindsey told me he saw you two, were you with him?" Wren's anger seeping out, her voice raising a syllable with each word that came out, overlying through her venom laced words.

Wren never liked Harry, she was always so critical of him, saying snide remarks about him, this boy that I love but Wren didn't know him, she didn't know a single thing about Harry and yet she judged him so harshly. Wren didn't know that behind his stoic face was a gentle smile that reached his ears when he looked at me, that under his disinterested eyes laid soft green eyes that looked at me with pure adoration. She didn't know that behind his facade of truancy was rooted a kind, gentle heart that once loved me, might still do.