The Fight for Love [AU/Punk Harry Fanfiction]
Chapter 8
Gabby’s POV:
I watched as all the boys left. I couldn’t believe they had done that to Quinton. I would have stopped Harry if I weren’t so scared of him right now. He could have really killed him. I went into the kitchen and grabbed towels and hardwood floor cleaner. My mother would kill me if she ever found out about what has been going on. I heard Harry’s shoes coming behind me. I didn’t want to see him right now. I was scared of what just happened. What if he made everything worse? What if this caused a war between gangs? I slammed the drawer shut and laid my elbows on the counter. I put my head in my hands and sighed. I looked up and Harry was standing in the doorway.
“Why did you do that?” I asked.
“I thought you wanted it?” He questioned back.
“I would like Quinton leaving me alone, I would not like having a war between gangs break out.”
Harry shook his head, “It wont. There will be no war.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Quinton is being over throw. His second in command is taking over. Hitting a lady is never acceptable, even with gangs.”
I laughed, “Wow you people have limits?”
He had a hurt look on his face, “Yes, people like us do have limits.” He put a lot of emphasis on “us”. I felt bad after I said it, but I meant it.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I was lying.
“Yes you did. But you’re just as bad.”
“I’ve changed.”
“Yeah you have. You used to be able to fend for yourself and now you’re someone else’s punching bag.”
“Not anymore.”
“Thanks to me.” He reminded me.
I went out into the staircase landing and went down on my hands and knees to clean the blood that came from Quinton. I sighed. I missed him already. I wanted him back, and I don’t know why. He hated me. Harry just stood there and watched me, not helping at all.
“You can leave.”
He sighed and walked out the door, but before he left he said, “This is the end of the beginning for us, isn't it?”
I laughed, “There was no beginning for us.”
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. I heard the door close and open minutes later. I was still cleaning the blood off the floor. I look up, hoping to God it wasn’t my mother.
I watched as all the boys left. I couldn’t believe they had done that to Quinton. I would have stopped Harry if I weren’t so scared of him right now. He could have really killed him. I went into the kitchen and grabbed towels and hardwood floor cleaner. My mother would kill me if she ever found out about what has been going on. I heard Harry’s shoes coming behind me. I didn’t want to see him right now. I was scared of what just happened. What if he made everything worse? What if this caused a war between gangs? I slammed the drawer shut and laid my elbows on the counter. I put my head in my hands and sighed. I looked up and Harry was standing in the doorway.
“Why did you do that?” I asked.
“I thought you wanted it?” He questioned back.
“I would like Quinton leaving me alone, I would not like having a war between gangs break out.”
Harry shook his head, “It wont. There will be no war.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Quinton is being over throw. His second in command is taking over. Hitting a lady is never acceptable, even with gangs.”
I laughed, “Wow you people have limits?”
He had a hurt look on his face, “Yes, people like us do have limits.” He put a lot of emphasis on “us”. I felt bad after I said it, but I meant it.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I was lying.
“Yes you did. But you’re just as bad.”
“I’ve changed.”
“Yeah you have. You used to be able to fend for yourself and now you’re someone else’s punching bag.”
“Not anymore.”
“Thanks to me.” He reminded me.
I went out into the staircase landing and went down on my hands and knees to clean the blood that came from Quinton. I sighed. I missed him already. I wanted him back, and I don’t know why. He hated me. Harry just stood there and watched me, not helping at all.
“You can leave.”
He sighed and walked out the door, but before he left he said, “This is the end of the beginning for us, isn't it?”
I laughed, “There was no beginning for us.”
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. I heard the door close and open minutes later. I was still cleaning the blood off the floor. I look up, hoping to God it wasn’t my mother.
Plz update! I wanna know what happens.
5/15/14