Over the next few days I isolated myself. I hid in the deepest and darkest places of myself. I made sure to tell the nurses that I wanted no visitors. I wanted no interaction. I was only to see the doctor who would come to see my daily.
I was only interested in getting my health up to par. I was no intersted in my cousin, Marco, Imogen, or even Gina. How could I trust a person who lied to me so easily? A person who I thought I loved more than anything this world could give me. I loved that girl more than anything. To have her try and stir up things that were too sore to speak of hurt.
It was like salt in the wound. She knew how much I cared for her. She knew. She tried to come back to talk to me. I screamed at her. I ripped the finest strings of my vocal cords yelling at her to leave me be. I told her that I never wanted to see her again.
And it was true. i didnt want to see her anymore. She was a lying bitch. Her and Marco were the people I trusted the most in this world. They both lied to me. When I needed to speak to Gemma, they did not let me. They- everybody- told me I was far too fragile to talk to her.
As I lay in the room by myself, there is a knock on the door. I stare at the wall and wait for them to enter. Seconds later, a man walks in. He seems familiar as he starts his gait to the bedside. I stare at him with a scowl.
"I do not want any visitors. Get the fuck out." I spit at him.
"Im here because your a fucking ass to my friend." He says to me.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I am Louis Tomlinson. Remember the guy from the gas station when Gina ran out crying because of you?" He spits.
"The guy who got a call from her, balling her eyes out, asking me to take her home. So I came to her. She is sitting in that fucking hallway, crying! Now tell me, what the fuck have you done to her?" He spits again.
"Ill save you a waste of a trip. Take yourself along with that filthy fucking hag and leave!" I scream.
The monitors of the machines went haywire. My breath was coming in quickly and I could feel the blood in my veins boiling. The door was slammed open and Gina came rushing to my side. She put her hands on the sides of my face.
"Harry baby, calm down." She said as she kissed all over my face. I heard The guy, Louis, screaming at me in the background.
I could feel tears pour out of the ducts in my eyes. I sat up in the bed and stood to my feet. I leaned on Gina. She walked me out of the room. I felt like there was a million pounds of life weighing on my shoulders. I pushed away from Gina and I put my uninjured hand in the fabric of my shirt. I clench my eyes shut as scream at the top of my lungs.
How the hell did I get so fucked up?
I march my way to the nurses station and I slam a hand on the counter. Gina runs after me and she hands on my side. "Harry, you have to calm down. Please. Lets get you back to the room."
"NO! NO! FUCK NO! I NEED TO LEAVE THIS FUCKING PLACE!" I scream.
"Sir, you are scaring our visitors. You need to go back to your room now." A nurse tells me.
"Im signing myself out of this place." I tell her.
"You are wanting to go against our medical advice?" She asks me.
"Yes. Give me the fucking papers now. I cant be here anymore." I tell her.
My ribs feel slightly better but they still burn when I move a certain way. My back, which they told me was broken, did not even hurt. I watched the nurse as she hurried in the small little space. She was on the phone with somebody as she talked in a hushed tone.
The nurse nodded once before hanging up the phone. She put papers down in front of me.
"You are aware that if you have any complications you will not be admitted right away? You are here because there is still more the doctor needs to do with you; but since you wish to leave, we cannot stop you." She says to me.
I lock eyes with Gina as she rubs my back. "Are you sure this is what you want?" She asks me.
I ignore her and I quickly sign the papers. I rush away from the nurses station.
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Back in my room, I lay in the bed quickly to regain my composure. Gina comes in a few minutes later. I groan and stand to my feet.
"I dont want this right now Gina." I say.
She brings her hand back and smacks me dead in the cheek. My face turns on the impact. I use my good hand and I hold my cheek. I can taste bloon in my mouth.
"Your going to listen to what the fuck im going to say!" She screams at me.
I sigh and sit down, looking up at her.
"You are the most selfish, arrogant, asshole I have ever met! I am ashamed to call you my boyfriend right now! Why would you say I am a filthy hag?! I have been nothing but helpful to you! I stay here for over two weeks to help your sorry mother fucking ass! You could have died Harry! Does that not mean anything to you?! When I thought you died, my heart ripped into a million different pieces. I find out your fine and you dont even care! All you care about is this sick revenge for a dead person! Harry! Wake the hell up! Your mother is not dead! Your mother is Anne! For whatever reason she lied! Gemma is your sister! I told you the trust the other day, on accident, but it was the truth! Then you want to lock yourself up in here and act like a fucking caveman! You need to act like a damn man and stand up for yourself! You need to be a damn man and go demand answers!" She says, her cheeks red, her voice hoarse from yelling at me.
She has tears running down her face. Her nose is milimeters from mine, her breath is coming into her body quickly.
"I love you so much Harry, but you need to grow up." She says.
She stands tall to her feet, turns her back on me, and walks out of the room.
"When you are ready, tell me, and I will drive you to where ever it is you need to go." She says.
Woe. and just a picture of harry and gina because they are my otp. haina <3

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FanfictionBE WARNED THAT I AM CURRENTLY EDITING AND THERE ARE MISTAKES AND ERRORS SO PLEASE DO NOT POINT THEM OUT*** Harry- motherless, homeless, and on the way to find out about his mothers death. When Harry is fed up with an investigation gone no where...