Color Me (H.S)

CHAPTER 39

HARRY'S P.O.V        

Michael Scarcio was someone that I hated with a passion, a passion burning like a fire in a house that won't stop. Michael had taken every truth there is about everything and twisted it into stupid little lies. I had given him several chances and he blew them all. Michael was the bully of Sophia that made her life a living hell. She would come crying to me about something absolutely rude and absurd that Michael had said to her, I could tell several times that he had wounded her badly. When Sophia's funeral was at hand, Michael came and spoke to the crowd about how Sophia was not the girl that everyone knew. 

"I wouldn't be surprised if she went to hell, if you asked me."

I had gotten up and beaten him, sadly not hard enough to teach him a lesson- since he was standing right in front of me. A smirk was plastered on his face and my hands throbbed to hit him in the eye, anywhere really. Last time I saw him I swore to him that I would kill him, did he not get the hint?

"Michael." I hissed through my clenched teeth. I heard faint footsteps in the kitchen, a giggle coming from Carli as she grabbed a pan. I looked back at her, her body stopping as she saw the sight bfore her. She slowly sat the pan down, paddling over to me. Her dress was changed into a more comfortable outfit, since it was almost dark and we wern't going anywhere. Leggings, fuzzy socks and one of my button up shirts. You could see her bra through the shirt and even though it turned me on, I wanted her to cover herself while Michael was around. Her glasses were placed on her face, making her beautiful brown eyes more clear. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and it slightly swayed back and forth as she walked over to me. 

"Harry, so great to see you. You didn't tell me you were staying here." Michael said, his eyes glued on Carli. Michael lived here and traveled all over the country to torture everybody he hates. "With another girl."

"Who are you?" Carli asked, her arms wrapping around my torso. Michael looked at me and smirked- thinking that my silence about him was funny.

"I'm Michael Sarcio. I'm kind of offended to think that Harry didn't tell you about me." Michael said, his eyes staring into mine. I knew exactly where he wanted to go and my anger was boiling up at the sight of him. 

"I don't speak of trash anymore." I shot at him.

"But you still speak of Sophia, isn't that the same thing?" My jaw clenched at his words, Carli's pink lips slightly parting.

"Harry who is-"

"Baby, please can you go back into the kitchen? I need to take care of something." I strained, wanting to scream at Michael. Carli stared at me, nodding after a short time. She stood on her toes and planted a kiss to my cheek.

"Okay." She whispered into my ear as she kissed it softly. I stared at Michael and pushed him hard away from the house, closing the door behind me.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" I said, my voice raising as I stared at Michael. I shoved him once more, his body falling and hitting the earth hard. A groan of pain hushed out of his lips as I towered over him. "I told you next time I see you, I'm going to kill you."

"I... I need.."

"I don't care about what you need! You ruined Sophia's life and then mine! I don't owe you anything, but you.. You do owe me several things."

"Like what?" Michael said as he regained himself. "Harry you don't deserve any new love! Sophia was mine first and you took her away from me! How do you think that makes me feel to have seen you two together knowing that I had her first?"

"You didn't have her! You played her you  idiot! She loved me because she knew that I was nothing like you!"

"Are you sure that you are nothing like me Harry? Once I heard that you came back to town, I have to admit I was surprised. Since she drowned right in front of you. It was your fault. She could have lived but you were too dumb to save her, how does that make you feel?"