Giving Up

Chapter 7: Hatred

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*Harry's POV*

It's Monday! A brand new week, brand new adventures. As long as my parents are living in Paris I am allowed to do whatever I want. I think, I'll just go to the bar after school .

I received a text, it reads: "Can we meet?"  

It was sent by Jason.  Since I'm really tired of  them  there's no way I'm meeting him, I don't want to see anyone or anything that reminds me of anyone or anything and that is why I'm throwing all of their stuff in the cellar. 

Now that Jason knows I know how he's such a filthy vile he'll start gossiping, calling me all the time to ask me if it's true or not. The best way to escape from  making any wrong move is to keep distances.  After all I'm walking my own path, they don't have the right to tell me what to do.

 I drove to the farthest bar out of country, made my way through the bar and sat next a window which offers a nice view to a long forgotten forest . A hot waitress with short brown hair, blue eyes and red lips came to ask for my order.

"I need both Jack and Coke, Double-Tall also Absolut and Cran, Double-Short. Tanqueray and Tonic, Single-Tall." She rasied a brow biting ger lower lip and then walked away. I have to admit that I'm confused here; is she trying to seduce me or...

"Anything else Sir?" She interrupted my thinking. "We have free rooms upstairs if you have nowhere to spend the night."

"Thanks, I'm fine." I gulped.

Making the follow me move she made her way towards the elevator. Is it me or does she really want to offer some fun in the sac? 

I swallowed the first two Absolut and Cran, Double-Short and then moved on to the next ones. I was feeling better and somehow happy and less inhibited, but after a few more drinks, I felt like my head was being affected, my vision turned blurry and I started losing coordination. I rested my head for a minute on the table and then walked out of the bar hardly making my way towards the parking lot.

There was a guy sitting his ass on my car and I'm not really in force to pick up a fight. How dare him?

The figure and movement of his footsteps seemed like Troy's. If I wasn't drunk I would have told if it's him or not but since I know him better than I know myself; It's him.

"Funny how you have time to stalk me." He looked confused. "Step away of my car, please." I added. I couldn't hold myself anymore so my feet betrayed as I fell awkwardly on the ground. He headed my way to help me stand but I shouted "Don't touch me!!" casuing him to step back.

"Why are you doing this? Let me help you get in the car, at least."

"Who are you to offer me help?"

He whispered. "I feel like I'm talking to someone who has been hit with a tranquilizer gun."

"Take that back!" I ordered. "Take it back!" I shrieked. "Take your cursing back!" I shrieked harder.

"Look at you Harry! This isn't you! If you'll keep drinking and using drugs you may be facing health issues. Let me help you get to the place where you are supposed to be, let us have each others back."

"I have my own path to follow, you can't steer me from it and only by getting rid of this reality and these feelings I can find happiness. If you really want to help then forget about every single memory we shared together."

"You are my best friend I'm not giving up on you. I know that deep inside you, you always need me, and certainly at this moment."

"Your best friend? The second you speak of such thing you really prove yourself of being a fool." I yelled uprooting his arms from around my waist and grabbed him from his shirt. Suddenly, my fist collided to his jaw. I let him down as he fell on the ground looking at me unsurprised. " Why aren't you doing anything?" Somehow my pride betrayed me and I punched him harder. I could feel his eyes glaze over me and his whole body feeling numb. I slammed my fist into his face again and I could see blood trickling down his nose. I slammed his head into the ground.  I felt pain shot through him but he didn't care. His body was becoming limp his vision darkening. Maybe he deserves this for being such an idiot and wasting his time trying to have me back. The sound of the screaming flooded to his ear but quickly faded as he lost concentration. A tear fell from the corner of his eye. What had he done to deserve this?  ''HIT ME BACK!!''. I yelled.

"W-why?"

"Why don't you hit me back?!!!"

"I'm the only one who can shoulder your hatred." He whispered as he lost the last bit of control he had of his body and blacked out.