Falling From The Rooftop | ✓

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I just wanted to say thank you guys for reading this story! Your votes, comments, and reads give me the motivation to write more of it and I'm really happy to get out chapters for you guys.

Hope you like this chapter because I most certainly do:) Hopefully, Covan's POV isn't getting annoying.

Imbue:
To infuse, instill.

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Covan Harington

"What was that about?" My mother asked when I walked back into the motel room in defeat. I hated his face, I hated the grin he wore, I hated the evil filter in his eyes. "Nothing, we need to get out of here," I changed the topic, grabbing a towel from the table and getting into the shower. I didn't get to take Advil for my headache and the argument with Verena made it worse.

When I finished the shower and changed into the hoodie and sweatpants, my mother was eating on the table by herself looking all sad. Now I felt guilty. Why does this keep happening to me? "Are you okay?" I asked her, putting some food on the plate and flopping down on the chair beside her. She nodded her head, still very far away. I sighed and began eating, not meddling in her business with my father. I wasn't there when the fight happens but with the messages mom sent me, it was a big one.

My thoughts drifted to Verena again. Fucking Hale. Out of everyone, she had to choose him. The worst of all. It had to be that idiot who was abusive to her and even now, she was blinded by the love for him. He needed to pay. How could someone think hitting their girlfriend is okay? Then making them think it's okay. I needed to find him. I couldn't just sit around while he walked freely.

That stupid dumbass.

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"Stupid Advil," I groaned, shutting the cabinet harshly. I ran into the kitchen, inspecting it before her eyes landed on me. "What's going on?" She asked. It was now eight in the night, my father went out with his friends and we were home. The headache never stopped because we had no tablets. "Where are the advils?" I asked her and she frowned. "It's finished. You want to go buy in the grocery?" She asked me. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.

I walked to the set of car keys that were hanging on the wall and grabbed mine. "See you in ten," I tell her before leaving the house. The radio was silent as I drove to the grocery. People were walking on the pavements and the roads were busy because it was a Saturday night after all. I wanted to contact Verena somehow but I didn't have her phone number. I parked in the first spot I found and got out of the car with my phone and keys in my pocket.

I froze in front of the exit when I saw Hale walking out, taking big strides towards the alley at the side of the grocery. My fists clenched and followed him, already planning to beat the shit out of him. In the alleyway, he was casually walking to his car. I got even angrier that he was able to walk free while he was abusing a teenage girl.

"Yo Hale!" I called for him. He froze and spun around. His eyes widened when he saw me approaching him. "I have no business with you anymore, Harington, leave me alone," he shouted first the warning. I rolled my eyes, refraining from punching him already.

But your father did.

"Yes, you do. You know what you did," I flatly told him while my anger towards him continued to boil. "I didn't do shit. Get out of my face and run back to your daddy like your mother did," he snickered. My hand itched for a punch and it was about to delivered very soon.

"You know everyone that goes to that school is dumb. You don't even know how to treat your girlfriend like the queen she deserves to be," I finally revealed. His eyes rounded and he froze in shock, dropping the pack of cigarettes he was holding. "What girlfriend? You don't know shit, Covan," he blurted out and I chuckled.

"Your father couldn't keep his dick out of my mother and you cannot keep your hands off Verena," I couldn't help but say but it was the truth. The affair that happened between our families still causes arguments to this day even after my father forgave my mother. We haven't seen his parents since though. "Don't talk about my father, that was a long time ago," he warned me, grabbing the neckline of my shirt and pointing his finger in my face.

I dragged my eyes back and forth away from him annoyingly before pushing him harshly away. "You think it's nice to hit women? Want a taste of the flavor?" I smirked before pulling my fist back and with a hard force, I punch him straight in the face.

He's the one that touched me first and frankly, he was going to get a beating even if he didn't make the first move. "You think it's nice huh?" I grunted, one hand fisting his shirt and the other repeatedly punching him. "What are you talking about man? Stop hitting me," he pleaded, pretended to be oblivious.

"You know what I'm talking about stupid," I insisted on the truth. I stopped punching him to get him to own up to what he did before I ruined his face. Instead, he snickered, blood running down his nose and into his mouth. "She was fucking you in that hotel? I knew it," he chuckled.

"No, she wasn't. She's too fucking loyal and devoted to you. You completely brainwashed her you punk," I spat. His face falls and that gave me another opportunity to punch him and knee him in the stomach. "At this point, I wished she cheated on your dumbass," I admitted before punching him again. I could feel the raw skin splitting more and more on my knuckles. Our blood mixed on his face but I couldn't care.

"I'll kill her if she does," he wickedly revealed. I stopped, freezing mid-air. I got angrier when his words hit me fully. The anger became obvious and I wanted him dead for even saying that. My other hand wrapped in his collar and I pulled his face closer. "If you fucking touch her, you'll pay before I report your ass. You're going to regret ever punching Verena Eliz," I marked my words.

He turned to the side and spit blood on the pitch. "That isn't even her name," he snickered.

What?