Philophobia
Chapter Fifteen
My heart instantly created a rapid rhythm after reading the short letter.
"Jay, what does it say?" Hunter quickly asked after noticing my panic expression.
"N-nothing. Sorry, I read it wrong. Just a number mix up from one of the bills," I lied. I knew I couldn't tell her about it. Especially with her head in the clouds lately.
After giving her an assuring, but extremely fake smile, she lifelessly walked back to her room.
After hearing the door latch, I paced around the living room. Question after question soared through my brain. The possibilities of me likely knowing who this was, unlikely.
"Who sent this?" I whispered to myself, now staring at the blank envelope.
Maybe he knew.. Maybe he could help.
Before arguing with my thoughts, I grabbed the keys to the car, pushed the envelope into my back pocket, and made my way to the only places I could find help.. Harry.
Slowly, I pulled up to the ally way where I had my second encounter with the strange boy. Only praying he was here, and not just the random local stoners.
Cautiously, I parked and exited my car. Double checking for any unwanted eyes watching.
With the luck I prayed for, the ally was empty. But also clear from the certain emerald eyes I was hoping to find.
Quickly in a huff, I hurried back to my car before I ran into trouble. Though, ironically, I was only looking for it.
The car parked now meters away, while my feet carefully climbed the stairs to the slowly collapsing door. What if he isn't here? I kept asking myself.
But what if he is? Was my second question.
The door practically opened it's self, only needing the small support of my touch. Soon, my eyes becoming familiar with the crumbling walls, and dusting sofa I once slept on.
"Harry?" I called out.
The only answer I received was the wind pressing against the planks of the home.
Hesitantly, I walked towards the kitchen. Listening for the footsteps that don't match mine.
"Harry?" I called again, this time louder.
"What are you doing here?" The low voice echoed into my ear from behind, causing me to yelp in response.
"Jesus Christ! Harry, you scared me!" I scolded once I had turned to face him.
His face etched into a slight frown, allowing me to realize the seriousness in his tone. Again he repeated, "what are you doing here?"
"Look," I began. "I think someone has been watching me." Slowly, my hand reached for the back pocket of my jeans.
"What do you mean?" His frown now growing.
"Here," quickly, my hand revealed the envelope.
I watched intently for his reaction to the short message, which was only a mere nod. His eyes soon flickering up to meet mine. "What is this?"
"It's not the first time. Earlier today, I was talking to myself, and I guess that I slipped out I might just be crazy.. I was alone though, I don't understand -" "You should stay out of it." He cut off.
"Excuse me?" I asked, slightly confused.
"I said, stay out of it."
"I heard that, but what if this person is trying to kill me -" "- they won't!" He barked, making me flinch slightly from the rising tone.
"Just ignore it, alright?" He spoke more calmly.
"What do you know that I don't?" I now confidently spoke.
"Nothing that you need to know." He bit back with as much force.
"Judging by what's happened I think I do!"
Each word spoken, the air grew thicker as we were now only inches from another.
His fists balled to his sides, an attempt to control his anger. Only making him grit his teeth together to hold back the urging words. His intense glare only growing, as his eyes wouldn't dare leave mine.
"You should go. You shouldn't be here."
"Is that why you made me stay here? Because of -" "-shut your damn mouth! I said it was time for you to leave, please." His voice roared through the deserted home.
"Fine, but when you decide to talk, you know where to find me." Quickly, I pushed past him to the front of the house, only to slam the door to show the amount of anger pushing through me.
"What help that was," I muttered to myself.
"Jay, what does it say?" Hunter quickly asked after noticing my panic expression.
"N-nothing. Sorry, I read it wrong. Just a number mix up from one of the bills," I lied. I knew I couldn't tell her about it. Especially with her head in the clouds lately.
After giving her an assuring, but extremely fake smile, she lifelessly walked back to her room.
After hearing the door latch, I paced around the living room. Question after question soared through my brain. The possibilities of me likely knowing who this was, unlikely.
"Who sent this?" I whispered to myself, now staring at the blank envelope.
Maybe he knew.. Maybe he could help.
Before arguing with my thoughts, I grabbed the keys to the car, pushed the envelope into my back pocket, and made my way to the only places I could find help.. Harry.
Slowly, I pulled up to the ally way where I had my second encounter with the strange boy. Only praying he was here, and not just the random local stoners.
Cautiously, I parked and exited my car. Double checking for any unwanted eyes watching.
With the luck I prayed for, the ally was empty. But also clear from the certain emerald eyes I was hoping to find.
Quickly in a huff, I hurried back to my car before I ran into trouble. Though, ironically, I was only looking for it.
The car parked now meters away, while my feet carefully climbed the stairs to the slowly collapsing door. What if he isn't here? I kept asking myself.
But what if he is? Was my second question.
The door practically opened it's self, only needing the small support of my touch. Soon, my eyes becoming familiar with the crumbling walls, and dusting sofa I once slept on.
"Harry?" I called out.
The only answer I received was the wind pressing against the planks of the home.
Hesitantly, I walked towards the kitchen. Listening for the footsteps that don't match mine.
"Harry?" I called again, this time louder.
"What are you doing here?" The low voice echoed into my ear from behind, causing me to yelp in response.
"Jesus Christ! Harry, you scared me!" I scolded once I had turned to face him.
His face etched into a slight frown, allowing me to realize the seriousness in his tone. Again he repeated, "what are you doing here?"
"Look," I began. "I think someone has been watching me." Slowly, my hand reached for the back pocket of my jeans.
"What do you mean?" His frown now growing.
"Here," quickly, my hand revealed the envelope.
I watched intently for his reaction to the short message, which was only a mere nod. His eyes soon flickering up to meet mine. "What is this?"
"It's not the first time. Earlier today, I was talking to myself, and I guess that I slipped out I might just be crazy.. I was alone though, I don't understand -" "You should stay out of it." He cut off.
"Excuse me?" I asked, slightly confused.
"I said, stay out of it."
"I heard that, but what if this person is trying to kill me -" "- they won't!" He barked, making me flinch slightly from the rising tone.
"Just ignore it, alright?" He spoke more calmly.
"What do you know that I don't?" I now confidently spoke.
"Nothing that you need to know." He bit back with as much force.
"Judging by what's happened I think I do!"
Each word spoken, the air grew thicker as we were now only inches from another.
His fists balled to his sides, an attempt to control his anger. Only making him grit his teeth together to hold back the urging words. His intense glare only growing, as his eyes wouldn't dare leave mine.
"You should go. You shouldn't be here."
"Is that why you made me stay here? Because of -" "-shut your damn mouth! I said it was time for you to leave, please." His voice roared through the deserted home.
"Fine, but when you decide to talk, you know where to find me." Quickly, I pushed past him to the front of the house, only to slam the door to show the amount of anger pushing through me.
"What help that was," I muttered to myself.
Notes
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