It Takes Patience
Chapter 34: ...Is Brought to Light
*Harry’s POV*
I looked at Reagan and my throat began to tighten. We had to have sat in silence for at least five minutes and I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I was brain storming, there had to be a way around this without telling her what happened. I looked around the room, everywhere but at her, before I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. When I finally opened my mouth to talk, Reagan cut me off and this time I welcomed her interruption.
“Harry, why didn’t you tell me your dad died?” I turned my head to look at her and got angry at the mention of my father.
“Who told you?” Reagan flinched when I asked her a bit more aggressively than I intended to.
“Your sister.”
“She shouldn’t have told you. This assignment is about me, not her. Do you always go prying into other people’s business where you’re not wanted?!”
“Harold, I didn’t pry into anything she just shared it with me when we were talking! You won’t talk to me so I had to get information from somewhere else! I thought Robin was your dad and when I asked her about it she told me that Robin and your mom had been together for a while and just got engaged!”
“Wait what? What did you just say? They’re not engaged Reagan!”
*Reagan’s POV*
When we got into Harry’s room I could tell that he was struggling to tell me what happened in the dream, so I thought that I would make small talk with him and ease up to the subject instead of facing it head on.
“Harry, why didn’t you tell me your dad died?”
“Who told you?” I wasn’t expecting him to get upset by the question and I flinched when I realized that it probably wasn’t the best conversation starter.
“Your sister.”
“She shouldn’t have told you. This assignment is about me, not her. Do you always go prying into other people’s business where you’re not wanted?!” Harry’s comment hurt my feelings and I knew that I was going to get defensive, I wasn’t prying. Before I knew what I was saying, the information Gemma shared with me about their mom and Robin’s engagement slipped from my mouth. Shit!
“Wait what? What did you just say? They’re not engaged Reagan!” I knew that it wasn’t my place to tell him and I wish that I could take it back.
“They’re not engaged! She can’t marry him! It’s not safe!” Harry stood from the bed and began to pace back and forth while running his hands through his hair. He was confusing me now and scaring me a little. Gemma said that he loved Robin and it showed when he and his mother were there talking to him only a few hours earlier.
“Harry what are you talking about not safe?! You should be happy for your mother!”
“You don’t FUCKING get it Reagan! I killed her last husband!” My heart stopped, blood drained from my face, and the room began to spin. He couldn’t have just said what I think he did.
“W-what Harry what did you say?” Harry looked at me with furrowed eyebrows, and the light green eyes that are so beautiful to me turned a dark forest green. There was panic in his eyes along with another expression that was a lot harder for me to read as he continued to pace back and forth in the room.
“You should leave! Now!...GO!” Harry shouted at me and I stood from the love seat and ran down the stairs. I didn’t even realize that tears were streaming down my face until I ran into Gemma. There was a smile on her face as she entered the house from the backyard until she saw me crying and gathering my things to leave.
“What happened? What’s wrong?”
“I’m so sorry Gemma I have to-” Before I could finish my sentence, there was a loud banging noise that came from upstairs. Harry. Gemma looked at me and then ran in the direction that the noise came from.
“Harry STOP, Stop it!” I heard Gemma scream as she ran into the room and I couldn’t stop myself as I ran up the stairs to see what happened. When I reached Harry’s room, there was a hole in the door and the wall that he had punched in and the knuckles on his hand ran red with blood. Gemma’s arms were wrapped around Harry’s neck and he rocked uneasily back and forth. She whispered to him trying to calm him, but it didn’t seem to work. I felt horrible and I didn’t even know what was going on.
“WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE REAGAN?! GO! GO THE FUCK HOME!” Gemma tried her hardest to push Harry back before she turned to me and told me to leave. As I turned to run back down the stairs Anne and Robin were on their way up.
“Reagan what’s going on? What’s all the commotion about?” I could barely answer Anne and all that would come out was an apology before I ran out of the house.
I don’t even remember when I called the taxi or how I could have formed the words to give him the right address, but when I got inside I collapsed and my body shook with sobs. ‘He’s a murderer! You should have never got so involved especially since you didn’t know what was wrong with him!’ My focused side began to taunt me and I felt like I would be sick. I could hear my phone vibrate in my purse and barely made out Channel’s name through the tears that were falling. When I answered the phone, I couldn’t speak.
“Hey babes! Where are you guys? Laurie and Niall Said you would be coming with Harry to the party later after you guys talked. Was that code for after you guys fucked? Do they know about you and Harry?”
“Nel” I said her name and a sob came right after. Tears shook my body and I could barely speak.
“Oh my God babe what happened?! Where are you? Tell me now!” Channel talked quickly but sternly and as I tried to talk I could only dry heave.
“Reagan you’re scaring me babe. Take a breath calm down and talk to me. Where. Are. You?!” I took a deep breath before I answered her.
“I’m home...No I’m not hurt, just please come home. I need you Nel.” My voice was raspy from the lump in my throat that tried to block my speech. I asked Channel not to tell Laurie and she promised to get here as quick as she could.
Before Channel got there, I had managed to calm myself slightly but it all came undone when I answered the door to let her in. She pulled me into a hug and walked me to the couch where we sat and cried for a good ten minutes before we talked. Channel laid my head on her lap and stroked my hair before she asked me what happened. When I explained to her what I knew, she stopped playing in my hair and began to talk to me.
“I’m so sorry Rea. What are you going to do as far as your internship now?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I can’t face Harry now I know I can’t. As a psychiatrist I would have to deal with things like this and I could have if I didn’t get involved with him the way I did. It’s my fault Channel. It’s my entirely my fault and now I will have to tell Dr. Baker what I did. I’m going to lose everything I worked for. We were supposed to have a session with her tomorrow and I don’t know what to do.” I could feel tears threatening to fall again and I tried my hardest to blink them away but I couldn’t.
“Do you know why?”
“Why what?”
“Do you know what happened? Why Harry killed the man? I mean, Dr. Baker did allow you to shadow him and she did say he was well enough to go home. She wouldn’t put you in harm’s way either. She could lose her doctorate and ruin her career if she did.” What Channel said made sense, but she didn’t see how Harry acted when he told me what he did. He looked so scary. It was a side that I had never seen before, even throughout all of his mood swings.
“No I don’t know why. Does it matter why? He killed someone Channel!” I responded with aggravation dripping from my words. I didn’t need the voice of reason right now. This hurts so much. I still like Harry, a lot. Why did he have to be sick? Why does he have to be a murderer?
“Rea, I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now and I know it has to be a lot to take in one night, but maybe it would be in your best interest to figure out what happened. I mean at least that way you can keep your internship. Why would Dr. Baker let him come home if he would be a danger to everyone around him? It doesn’t make sense somehow. After you have calmed down and had some rest, maybe tomorrow you could talk to Harry’s mom. I understand if it’s too much to talk to Harry himself, I wouldn't talk to him either. But I don't know, it just doesn’t add up to me.”
I lied on the couch with Channel for at least another hour before we went to bed. When I closed my eyes, I saw the dark forest green ones that appeared when Harry would get mad, the ones I saw tonight. Though those eyes are the ones that now scare me, I sympathize with them knowing that there is more behind them than I can even imagine.
I looked at Reagan and my throat began to tighten. We had to have sat in silence for at least five minutes and I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I was brain storming, there had to be a way around this without telling her what happened. I looked around the room, everywhere but at her, before I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. When I finally opened my mouth to talk, Reagan cut me off and this time I welcomed her interruption.
“Harry, why didn’t you tell me your dad died?” I turned my head to look at her and got angry at the mention of my father.
“Who told you?” Reagan flinched when I asked her a bit more aggressively than I intended to.
“Your sister.”
“She shouldn’t have told you. This assignment is about me, not her. Do you always go prying into other people’s business where you’re not wanted?!”
“Harold, I didn’t pry into anything she just shared it with me when we were talking! You won’t talk to me so I had to get information from somewhere else! I thought Robin was your dad and when I asked her about it she told me that Robin and your mom had been together for a while and just got engaged!”
“Wait what? What did you just say? They’re not engaged Reagan!”
*Reagan’s POV*
When we got into Harry’s room I could tell that he was struggling to tell me what happened in the dream, so I thought that I would make small talk with him and ease up to the subject instead of facing it head on.
“Harry, why didn’t you tell me your dad died?”
“Who told you?” I wasn’t expecting him to get upset by the question and I flinched when I realized that it probably wasn’t the best conversation starter.
“Your sister.”
“She shouldn’t have told you. This assignment is about me, not her. Do you always go prying into other people’s business where you’re not wanted?!” Harry’s comment hurt my feelings and I knew that I was going to get defensive, I wasn’t prying. Before I knew what I was saying, the information Gemma shared with me about their mom and Robin’s engagement slipped from my mouth. Shit!
“Wait what? What did you just say? They’re not engaged Reagan!” I knew that it wasn’t my place to tell him and I wish that I could take it back.
“They’re not engaged! She can’t marry him! It’s not safe!” Harry stood from the bed and began to pace back and forth while running his hands through his hair. He was confusing me now and scaring me a little. Gemma said that he loved Robin and it showed when he and his mother were there talking to him only a few hours earlier.
“Harry what are you talking about not safe?! You should be happy for your mother!”
“You don’t FUCKING get it Reagan! I killed her last husband!” My heart stopped, blood drained from my face, and the room began to spin. He couldn’t have just said what I think he did.
“W-what Harry what did you say?” Harry looked at me with furrowed eyebrows, and the light green eyes that are so beautiful to me turned a dark forest green. There was panic in his eyes along with another expression that was a lot harder for me to read as he continued to pace back and forth in the room.
“You should leave! Now!...GO!” Harry shouted at me and I stood from the love seat and ran down the stairs. I didn’t even realize that tears were streaming down my face until I ran into Gemma. There was a smile on her face as she entered the house from the backyard until she saw me crying and gathering my things to leave.
“What happened? What’s wrong?”
“I’m so sorry Gemma I have to-” Before I could finish my sentence, there was a loud banging noise that came from upstairs. Harry. Gemma looked at me and then ran in the direction that the noise came from.
“Harry STOP, Stop it!” I heard Gemma scream as she ran into the room and I couldn’t stop myself as I ran up the stairs to see what happened. When I reached Harry’s room, there was a hole in the door and the wall that he had punched in and the knuckles on his hand ran red with blood. Gemma’s arms were wrapped around Harry’s neck and he rocked uneasily back and forth. She whispered to him trying to calm him, but it didn’t seem to work. I felt horrible and I didn’t even know what was going on.
“WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE REAGAN?! GO! GO THE FUCK HOME!” Gemma tried her hardest to push Harry back before she turned to me and told me to leave. As I turned to run back down the stairs Anne and Robin were on their way up.
“Reagan what’s going on? What’s all the commotion about?” I could barely answer Anne and all that would come out was an apology before I ran out of the house.
I don’t even remember when I called the taxi or how I could have formed the words to give him the right address, but when I got inside I collapsed and my body shook with sobs. ‘He’s a murderer! You should have never got so involved especially since you didn’t know what was wrong with him!’ My focused side began to taunt me and I felt like I would be sick. I could hear my phone vibrate in my purse and barely made out Channel’s name through the tears that were falling. When I answered the phone, I couldn’t speak.
“Hey babes! Where are you guys? Laurie and Niall Said you would be coming with Harry to the party later after you guys talked. Was that code for after you guys fucked? Do they know about you and Harry?”
“Nel” I said her name and a sob came right after. Tears shook my body and I could barely speak.
“Oh my God babe what happened?! Where are you? Tell me now!” Channel talked quickly but sternly and as I tried to talk I could only dry heave.
“Reagan you’re scaring me babe. Take a breath calm down and talk to me. Where. Are. You?!” I took a deep breath before I answered her.
“I’m home...No I’m not hurt, just please come home. I need you Nel.” My voice was raspy from the lump in my throat that tried to block my speech. I asked Channel not to tell Laurie and she promised to get here as quick as she could.
Before Channel got there, I had managed to calm myself slightly but it all came undone when I answered the door to let her in. She pulled me into a hug and walked me to the couch where we sat and cried for a good ten minutes before we talked. Channel laid my head on her lap and stroked my hair before she asked me what happened. When I explained to her what I knew, she stopped playing in my hair and began to talk to me.
“I’m so sorry Rea. What are you going to do as far as your internship now?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I can’t face Harry now I know I can’t. As a psychiatrist I would have to deal with things like this and I could have if I didn’t get involved with him the way I did. It’s my fault Channel. It’s my entirely my fault and now I will have to tell Dr. Baker what I did. I’m going to lose everything I worked for. We were supposed to have a session with her tomorrow and I don’t know what to do.” I could feel tears threatening to fall again and I tried my hardest to blink them away but I couldn’t.
“Do you know why?”
“Why what?”
“Do you know what happened? Why Harry killed the man? I mean, Dr. Baker did allow you to shadow him and she did say he was well enough to go home. She wouldn’t put you in harm’s way either. She could lose her doctorate and ruin her career if she did.” What Channel said made sense, but she didn’t see how Harry acted when he told me what he did. He looked so scary. It was a side that I had never seen before, even throughout all of his mood swings.
“No I don’t know why. Does it matter why? He killed someone Channel!” I responded with aggravation dripping from my words. I didn’t need the voice of reason right now. This hurts so much. I still like Harry, a lot. Why did he have to be sick? Why does he have to be a murderer?
“Rea, I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now and I know it has to be a lot to take in one night, but maybe it would be in your best interest to figure out what happened. I mean at least that way you can keep your internship. Why would Dr. Baker let him come home if he would be a danger to everyone around him? It doesn’t make sense somehow. After you have calmed down and had some rest, maybe tomorrow you could talk to Harry’s mom. I understand if it’s too much to talk to Harry himself, I wouldn't talk to him either. But I don't know, it just doesn’t add up to me.”
I lied on the couch with Channel for at least another hour before we went to bed. When I closed my eyes, I saw the dark forest green ones that appeared when Harry would get mad, the ones I saw tonight. Though those eyes are the ones that now scare me, I sympathize with them knowing that there is more behind them than I can even imagine.
I have read this story loads of times just wish you had finished it it is absolutely amazing. So so good
8/18/18