Leaning against the shop window I light up my second to last cigarette and take a pull as I watch Ray lock up the store, I'm gonna need to find someone round here who sells to minors.
After my lunch break the day went by even quicker than before, not many customers but a lot of Ray's glances and smirks at me. At Seven Ray said it was time to close up, I grabbed my dad's t-shirt from the staff room and practically rushed out the store. almost making it all the way out the door before Ray called out for me to wait out front.
"I'll see you tomorrow bright and early, and basically everyday apart from Wednesday and Sunday" He says slipping his key bracelet back on.
"Is that it?" I ask raising my eyebrows taking another drag of my cigarette.
He lifts his hand to his neck and rubs it looking at me with a new shyness in his eyes, oh god.
"Do you wanna hang out I know this really great seafood place down on the marina and-" I raise my hand and wave it gesturing for him to stop.
"Not today Ray" I take a final pull, drop my cigarette onto the pier and stomp it out "I'll see you tomorrow" Turning round I roll my eyes as I walk down the pier.
It's not that he doesn't seem nice, actually thats the problem he's too nice. He doesn't need to get attached to me for me to just leave in three months, I'm doing him a favour by keeping our relationship as nothing more than work hours. I nod along with my thoughts reassuring myself, I take my phone out of my back pocket. great it's dead, I put it back in my pocket and keep heading back to my grandparents house.
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When I get back to the house I open the door, it's unlocked just like I assumed it would be. I run up the stairs and straight into the bedroom, closing the door behind me avoiding any interaction with either of my grandparents. I look around the room, somethings different, I chuck my phone and shirt down on the bed and go to reach into my duffle for the charger.Then I realise what was different as my hand hits the wood floor instead of my bag.
My bag wheres my bag.
"Harriet Townsend come downstairs now" I hear my grandad announce loudly but eerily calmly from the living room.
A cold shiver runs down my spine a second before madness sets in. I spin round, fling the door open and run down the stairs seething in anger.
"Where the hell is my bag" I yell turning into the living room but stopping in my tracks as I take in the scene in front of me.
My grandma is sitting on the sofa, I can't see her face but I can tell by her shoulders that she's tense, My grandad is standing looking at me with a strong expression of disappointment on his face that puts my mother's to shame. Slowly I change my gaze to the coffee table, looking over the back of the sofa I see my duffle bag open next to it is a pair of my jeans. and next to that is an empty baggy the sides dusted with left over white powder.
"You went through my stuff" My hands stay frozen at my sides and my voice comes out shaky at first but I fight to keep it controlled.
I think it over in my head, making my brain work a thousand miles a minute trying to figure out where the old baggy came from and I can only come to one reasonable explanation, I had it in my jean pocket and must've forgotten I'd kept it there.
"We welcomed you into our home, we wanted to help you get better" My granddad begins his voice cold and condescending.
"Thats not mine" I stutter "Well it is, but it's old I didn't even realise I still had it" My grandma turns to face me.
"Harry please don't lie, not anymore" Her voice comes out broken and I see tears brimming her eyes.
"Are you kidding me I'm not lying I swear oh my fucking god" I turn to the side and lean against the arch way.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Harry
Teen FictionI was used to doing my own thing. I was used to partying and roaming the city with my friends. Then I partied too hard, ended up in rehab and to top it all of I'm stuck in Florida hundreds of miles from the city I love. I'm not used to small towns. ...
