Mistreated
Sirens
Saturday February 15th
Iris’s POV:
All day, Harry has been trying to persuade me that we shouldn’t go to Andrew’s party. He started by telling me Andrew is probably just trying to pull something on me again, but I could see even he didn’t believe that was true. Then, he claimed that there’s a strong possibility I could get drugged, but I only argued by saying I won’t drink anything anyways. He stated a guy could try to touch me, and I told him he’d be there to protect me. Lastly, he told me my outfit was too revealing
I personally like the long sleeved black dress and its interesting light grey patterns that spread across the whole thing. My dress may outline my figure, but it covers my butt completely, even when I bend over, and no cleavage shows unless I were to purposely flash them to people. His accusation that my dress is ‘too revealing’ is far off because it shows nothing.
With the dress, I wore black suede high heels with cutouts and I carried the same clutch I used yesterday on Harry and I’s date. I wore the same blush, the same mascara, kept my red nail polish on, and I used my lip gloss yet again. The only thing different about my makeup was my cat eye eyeliner and the fact that I chose to wear no eye shadow. For my hair, I laid it down in simple waves that I find myself playing with every couple of minutes. I almost wore the necklace Harry gave me last night, but I don’t want to worry about losing it since it’s special to me.
A few hours before the party, Harry finally caved in and said we could go to the party. Regardless of whether I had his permission or not, I would still go. I honestly don’t get his deal. I understand that Andrew is my ex, and he’s screwed me over plenty, but it’s a fucking party. Big deal. Andrew invited our whole group which tells me he just wanted them to come so other people would show up for sure. In case Harry has forgotten, his group is the most liked people in the school, also known as being popular. Of course Andrew would want them to show up.
I wouldn’t necessarily count me as one of them. Sure, I’m friends with all of them and I hang out with them all the time, but I wasn’t liked like them. I haven’t gotten bullied since my balloon apology and Scott, but I’m still not everyone’s favorite person. I did horrible things, so I can’t really blame people for disliking me. Let’s face it, if hadn't met Harry and I was never raped, I’d probably be hanging out with people like Liz, Dakota, and Kyle; not the popular crowd. It still amazes me that I’m able to sit at their table. Me. Plus, I have a boyfriend from the group. I never expected this to happen to me, but I couldn’t be happier to be here.
“Can you at least promise me we’ll leave if I’m not having fun?” Harry sighed as we parked in front of Andrew’s house. There was already like twenty cars parked on his street which tells me this party is going to be different than the others I’ve been to.
“Or,” I emphasized the word. “If you’re not having fun, you can leave.”
He rolled his eyes, “Iris-“
“I don’t get it, Harry,” I shook my head. “Why are you being so persistent about this?”
“Maybe that’s the point,” he said with no emotion and turned the car off. “You don’t get it.”
“Then explain it to me,” I demanded through my teeth. I’m trying so hard not to be angry at him, but he’s been like this all week. When he doesn’t get what he wants or I disagree with him on something, he acts like a child and gets snippy with me. Last night was the first night I was able to keep calm about it, which surprised me. It seemingly helped him too, but today he’s back to being stubborn. I can’t keep up with him, it’s so exhausting.
“Let’s just go to the fucking party,” he muttered as he opened his door and stepped out, slamming the door closed afterwards.
I took a minute to sit there and recompose myself, exhaling deep breaths as I let Harry pace angrily outside of the car. I don’t know what’s running through his mind right now, but it’s driving me insane that he won’t talk to me about it. No matter how many times I beg him, his demeanor changes and he leaves me in the dark. He keeps saying its Niall, but I can tell it’s more than just him. He’s had frustrations about Niall before, but they’re nothing compared to this which only tells me there’s added stress. I just want him to tell me.
The sound of my door opening snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned to face Harry whose expression has softened. “I’m sorry,” he frowned. “I didn’t mean to blow up on you.”
He held his hand out to help me out of the car, but I only stared at it. After staring for a minute, I gave in with a sigh and placed my hand in his, “We’ll talk about this later.”
He curled his lips and gave me a slight nod before stepping out of my way and helping me get out of the car. Once he closed the door and locked the car, he intertwined his fingers with mine and planted a kiss on my head, thanking me for not pushing the subject any further for now.
From Harry’s car, we could already hear the blaring music coming from Andrew’s house that sat down the street. We had to walk a ways before we reached the house, stunned by the sight before us. It was dark outside already, and you could see all of the colorful strobe lights that were flashing inside and the silhouettes of people dancing with cups in their hands through the windows. I recognized the song that was blasting through speakers: “All of the Lights” by Kanye West and the many other artists that sung in it.
I shot Harry a whimsical smile and started swaying back and forth, bumping my hips against his from time to time. He let out a small chuckle and shook his head at my dorkiness. He started bouncing his shoulders around without releasing my hand. Once he received a giggle out of me, he started waving his fists around, his tongue doing a similar dance in his agape smile.
I started laughing harder, throwing my head back as I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I love you, Goofball,” I bit my lips to stifle my laughter.
“I love you too, Angel,” he cupped my face and kissed me on the lips. Oh how I love kissing this boy. “You look beautiful by the way,” he smiled as he pulled away. Well, he’s certainly changed his mood out of nowhere, but I’m okay with my Harry being back, even if it’s for a short period of time.
“Hey Lovebirds!” Louis shouted as the group made their way up to us. “You came!” I mentally rolled my eyes knowing Harry probably told them we weren’t going to come. On the outside, I forced a smile and nodded to him.
“Well, let’s go!” Niall said eagerly, making me laugh at his impatience. This kid loves parties for two main reasons: free beer and snacks. Shocker, right? Not.
Harry gripped my hand in his again as we made our way to the front door of the house. I’m guessing he’s going to be at my side the whole night, but I really don’t mind. I love that he’s so protective of me, it’s just the whole not knowing why he’s so bitchy about it that’s aggravating. Whatever though, we’ll just have to figure out what’s wrong later. For now, it’s party time.
“Hey!” a very drunk Andrew greeted us at the door. “You made it! Come in!” He stumbled out of the way and allowed us all to enter his house. My jaw dropped at the sight before me; this is definitely a different kind of party. For one, I felt…overdressed? Everyone here has barely any clothes on, resembling strippers and douche bags. The girls all wore slutty dress that were riding up their asses and falling down their chest, flashing whether or not they had underwear on. The boys all sagged their pants so low that their butt, covered in boxers (thank the Lord), was sticking out. All genders were grinding on each other, making out, partying, or just having sex right in front of us.
Another thing I noticed was a table with a giant silver container with a hose attached to its tap: definitely a keg. People were drinking straight from the end of the hose while others stood around them shouting “chug”. As we walked further into the house, I saw a ping pong table that people were using to play beer pong. That game looks fun, but beer is nasty so I have mixed feelings about trying it out.
The last thing I saw that left me speechless was bags of white powder sitting on the dining room table. People were sitting around the table, lining up the powder with credit cards and using cut up straws to snort it up their noses. There’s fucking cocaine here.
“You okay?” Harry yelled over the music. I just simply nodded, still feeling at a loss for words. I saw the kitchen counter was covered in bongs, so I quickly made my way over to smoke some weed. After taking two hits in a row, I handed the bong to Harry who also craved a hit. I noticed Niall went straight to beer pong, along with Zayn and Perrie who stood behind him to watch. The others were somewhere else in the house, but I didn’t really want to leave the kitchen to find out where. I didn’t realize this was such an intense party.
“Having fun, Love?” Harry smirked.
“We haven’t even started,” I cocked my head to the side with an evil grin playing on my lips. With a sudden boost of confidence, I grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs to explore the house more. More strobe lights were flashing up here and I saw people dancing through the window, so I knew that’s where the dance floor had to be. The upstairs consisted of a hallway filled with rooms, and at the end of the hall was an open space where people were indeed using as a dance floor.
“Party Rock Anthem (feat. Lauren Bennett & GoonRock)” by LMFAO was playing as we entered the room. I pulled Harry to the middle of the room with me, and I started fist pumping to the music, making him laugh. I spotted Liam, Sophia, Eleanor, and Louis all dancing in the room as well, holding up their red solo cups in the air as they jumped around.
At the part of the song where he sings, “Everyday I’m shuffling,” I tried to shuffle, but I looked more like I was learning how to walk. Harry pointed at me with one hand, his other hand resting on his chest, as he laughed at me. I just shrugged and started doing the Running Man in which he wound up joining me, trying to outdo me. Eventually, he started jumping in circles and waving his arms around like a loon. I laughed and began twirling around, mostly just to show off. When I stopped, I smirked at him to watch his next move. He decided on doing a twirl too, but wound up stumbling a bit at the end, still managing to keep a straight face even when I busted up laughing.
After dancing to a ton more songs, along with the other members of our group that were with us, we wound up heading back downstairs to smoke some more weed. I noticed someone passed out on the table next to their pile of cocaine. I hope they’re just passed out…
As I lit up the bong, Harry snaked his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. I pressed my lips to the mouthpiece of the bong and breathed in before releasing my lips from it and exhaling the smoke towards the ceiling, the weed immediately relaxing me. That’s the thing about weed, it may make you feel giddy and make you laugh at stupid things, but it mostly just relaxes you and tires you out. I’ll be needing much sleep tonight.
In between songs, the doorbell rang throughout the house. There was loud chatter at the front door and the music in the house came to a mute.
“We received a noise complaint!” a deep voice shouted. “Keep it down or shut it down!”
I headed towards the direction of the voice, Harry still holding one of his arms securely around my waist and following my lead. We peered our heads around the corner and spotted Andrew at the door, but we couldn’t see who he was talking to since they were hidden by the door.
“Is that what I think it is?” the voice asked. Andrew looked down at the bag of cocaine he was holding and back up at the person.
“Probably,” he shrugged nonchalantly and I face palmed. Harry chuckled at my reaction before returning his attention to the entertainment.
“We’re gonna need to come in and have a look around,” the deep voice said. I watched as four feet made their way into the house, and that’s when I realized who they were. Police.
“Shit,” Harry cursed and shoved me before taking off running. What in the actual fuck? He shoved me so hard that I stumbled into the policemen’s view, both of them shooting me quizzical looks. Fuck you, Harry! Okay, play it cool. You’re not high. They can’t arrest you if they don’t know you’re not high, so you’re not high. They started walking towards me, only to be distracted by someone screaming that the keg broke in the room that was closer to the front door.
I stood frozen as I watched the two men turn and run into that room to see what all the commotion was. I suddenly felt a strong hand grip my arm. I turned to face the owner, “What the hell, Harry?!” It took me a couple of seconds to realize it was Zayn who was gripping my arm.
“He left,” he frowned.
“What do you mean he left?” I snapped.
“He snuck out the back door,” he sighed. “Come on, we’ve got to get you out of here.” Confusion shot through me as Zayn guided me to the back door. How could he just leave? Why the hell would he just push me and leave? He’s okay with me getting arrested, but not him? That’s fucked up! I’m beyond pissed, adding to my exhaustion and bewilderment. Believe me, these are not a great mixture of emotions.
Once we were able to escape to the backyard, Zayn led me to the wooden fence that surrounded the yard. He knelt to the ground and locked his fingers together, holding his hands out towards me. “I’m giving you a boost, climb over,” he instructed me.
“I am not climbing this fence!” I growled.
“Would you rather get arrested?” he challenged as he waved his still connected hands out to me.
“Fine,” I groaned before muttering a few curse words as I stepped onto his hand, being sure not to step with the heel part of my high heel. I gripped the top of the fence and pulled myself up as Zayn pushed my foot up. I swung my leg over the fence and sat at the top, peering down at the other side. I found the rest of the group standing there, minus Harry. They were all motioning me to hurry up and get down.
As I swung my other leg over, I heard a small ripping noise. “What the fuck was that?” I asked through my teeth, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
“Your dress got caught on a nail,” I heard Zayn say. Well fuck. I really loved this dress. I felt him tug at the bottom of my dress, trying to release it from the nail. “Okay, you’re free. Go.”
I jumped down towards the group and wound up putting too much weight into my landing, breaking my right heel and stumbling to my butt. I pouted and was basically on the verge of crying as I looked up at my clearly amused friends. I yanked my heels off, not wanting to walk with a limp, and waited with the girls as the boys pulled Zayn over the fence. The heels were like five inches tall, so it’s not like I could walk in the shoes without the heels anyways.
“Okay, this way,” Louis pointed to the opposite direction as the cars.
“Why can’t we take the cars?” I asked, feeling like it was probably a stupid question.
“The police are out front,” Liam chuckled. “We can’t just walk over there.” Right. Stupid question.
I heard sirens sounding closer and closer, most likely headed towards Andrew’s place. Did they need backup? They found the drugs? Or maybe that one person was really dead. Maybe they’re coming after us since they saw me. Oh, shut up, Iris. You’re fucking paranoid as hell. Then again, this is my first time running from the cops, so I suppose it’s normal to be paranoid in a situation like this.
I followed them, winding up in a sketchy looking area. The houses started to disappear, trees and dirt started to appear, and we eventually came across a gigantic ditch that they started to climb down. Could this night get any worse?
I cautiously followed slowly behind them, holding my heels and clutch tightly against my chest. I felt a breeze hit my lower back, obviously being where the tear is. I wouldn’t be surprise if my underwear was showing too.
We reached the bottom of the ditch and of course, there was a fucking creek we had to cross. I hate this night so much. Everyone used the scattered, giant rocks as stepping stones to cross the creek, the girls receiving help from their boyfriends. Not me, I’m alone. Niall had already crossed and was so drunk that he didn’t even bother to think about me. Harry would’ve helped me if he wasn’t such a selfish dick, pushing me and running away. Fucking asshole.
Eleanor offered to hold my things before I crossed, so I reached over and tossed her my stuff from the opposite side of the creek. Okay, I’m barefoot and I have free hands. Piece of cake. You’ve got this, Iris. I placed one foot onto the first rock and chose my next step carefully. Three steps in, I was halfway across the creek. You’re almost there. I lifted my right leg and began to place my foot onto another rock, only to lose my balance and slam my right foot down to regain control.
SPLASH! I fucking missed the rock. I squealed once I came to the realization that my foot was in the swampy water. I trotted across the rest of the creek, leaving my right foot in the water to prevent my left foot from getting the same surprise. Once I got across, Eleanor handed my stuff to me like that hadn’t even happened. I get that all the girls and Niall are drunk, but it’s like they didn’t give a shit that I wanted to cry so badly.
Louis walked over to me, shooting me a sympathetic look as he draped his arm around my shoulders. He kept it there as we walked more and more. I appreciated that Louis was trying to comfort me, but I just wanted Harry. As much as I hated what he did, I desired to be in his warm embrace. At this point, I just wanted to crawl up in bed and cry myself to sleep over this humiliating night.
“We’re here!” Perrie cheered and clapped her hands. We must’ve walked about five miles because we were approaching her house. I was just thankful we didn’t have to walk anymore since my feet were killing me.
She unlocked the door and allowed everyone to enter her house. Just as I was about to step in, she held her arm out to block me. “You can’t go in, Silly. Your foot is disgusting,” she giggled. I looked down at my right foot to find it covered in muddy looking goop from the creek. It had picked up dirt and leaves from the rest of the walk here, making it look even more appalling.
“Whatever,” I snarled and turned away. I know she’s drunk and didn’t mean to seem so rude, but this night was going horribly for me and she just added more frustration to it. I guess I’m walking a few more miles to my place. I began sniffling as the horrible events began replaying in my mind. This shit would happen to me. It’s my luck.
“Iris!” a familiar voice called out to me. I turned around to find Liam running towards me. “Where are you going?” he panted once he caught up to me.
“Home,” I sniffled, a tear escaping my eye as I said it.
He furrowed his brows, “Why?”
“Perrie won’t let me in because of my disgusting foot,” I put emphasis on the word ‘disgusting’.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes, “At least let me take you home.”
“That’d be nice,” the words came out in sobs as I nodded. “My feet really hurt.”
He exhaled deeply before placing his left arm behind my knees and the other arm around my shoulders, lifting me off the ground and cradling me. I rested my head against his shoulder, accepting his help and sniffling some more. As he walked us back towards the house, I saw Zayn come running out.
“Is she okay?” he asked Liam.
“Yeah, her feet hurt so I’m gonna give her a ride home,” Liam’s voice sounded sort of muffled with my left ear being pressed to his shoulder. I was thankful he didn’t mention Perrie not allowing me to enter the house. I didn’t mean to be so snappy about her, but my emotions just got the best of me. I don’t blame her for not wanting me to walk in with a yucky foot. Hell, I would’ve probably done the same for her, except I might’ve offered to help her clean up. Then again, she’s drunk.
“Take Mrs. Edward’s car. She won’t mind,” Zayn said. “I’ll go get the keys, be right back.” I watched him run frantically towards the house.
“Is your car not here?” I cried as I rubbed the unwanted tears that were rolling down my cheek.
“Nope. I was gonna steal Mrs. Edward’s keys anyways,” he said blatantly and I let out a small laugh. Zayn ran out and unlocked the car for Liam before opening the passenger side door. Liam bent down and gently set me into the car before taking the keys from Zayn as I buckled up.
The car ride was silent if you don’t count my few whimpers and sniffles. I stared out the window and thought about how the man I loved pushed me towards the police. Why did he even run? Is he hiding something from me? Is that why he’s been so bitchy? Because he’s hiding something?
“He’s gonna talk to you, you know?” Liam broke the silence as he turned onto my street.
I rubbed the bottom of my nose and set my hands into my lap, “What exactly is he going to talk to me about?”
“It’s not my place to say,” he sighed. “He loves you, Iris. He’ll explain everything, I promise.” Everything. That word echoed in my head as he finally parked in front of my house. So Harry really is hiding something…
“Thank you, for helping me,” I bit my lip, hoping to cease its trembling. “Thank Lou and Zayn for me too.”
He nodded, “It’s no problem. Do you need help getting to your door?”
I shook my head before gathering my things, “No, it’s okay. Thank you, Li.”
“No problem,” he half smiled. “See you on Monday.”
I lightly waved to him and climbed out of the car. Once his car was out of site, I broke down into violent sobs. I’m high, tired, sore, pissed, and upset. Its maddening having gone through all this in one fucking night. I walked over to the garbage can that was placed out front and threw my heels in there, not needing them anymore. I walked over to the hose that was on the side of the house and turned the valve, allowing the water to flow out of it. I washed my foot, freeing it from all the debris that was clumped to it.
Once I felt it was clean enough for me to enter the house, I turned the hose off and walked over to my front steps to sit on until my foot was dry. I sat there with my face in my hands and thought about the things I was going to say to Harry, the curse words I was going to use, and how I’m not gonna allow myself to forgive him easily. The one fucking person I trust the most in this world hurt me. He hurt my feelings and scared the shit out of me. How could he just let me go through that?
My foot dried rather quickly, no thanks to the freezing cold breeze that was blowing. I pulled my keys out of my clutch and unlocked the door, closing it and locking it behind me after I entered the house. I went straight to my room and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants I stole from Harry’s to wear tonight. I threw my clutch onto my bed, even after realizing I haven’t checked for missed calls or text messages. I don’t care anyways. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now.
I walked into my bathroom, taking in my horrible appearance by glancing in the mirror. My hair was tangled for some unknown reason, my makeup was smeared, and dry tears were evident on my cheeks. I turned my back towards the mirror, still glancing at it to peak at the tear in my dress. The tear was larger than I had imagined, going from my lower back to the very bottom of the dress, and unfortunately showing off my underwear.
I sighed and slid out of the clothes I was wearing before hopping into the shower. I chuckled to myself as I thought about how Harry begged me not to go to that party, and now I’m regretting ever going. The problem was, it wasn’t the party or the police I was upset about; I was upset that the guy I loved ruined my whole night within the blink of an eye. Yet here I was, sulking and wishing he’d hold me. I can’t give in this easily though, I won’t. I have every right to be furious and that’s exactly what I will be.
Once my shower was over, I dried off my hair and lazily ran a brush through it. I didn’t even bother putting my underwear back on, sliding right into Harry’s shirt and sweats. I loved how they smelled like him which will most likely give me some peace to sleep tonight. I picked up my dress from the floor and threw it in the trash, not needing it nor wanting the reminder of this night. I picked up my undergarments and opened the bathroom door to walk back into my room.
“Hey,” a raspy voice caused me to jump and grasp my chest.
“Jesus Christ, Harry,” I growled at the boy who was sitting on my bed. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry,” he frowned at his lap.
“How did you even get in here?” I asked as I threw my panties into my laundry basket, still holding onto my bra.
He shrugged, “The back door was unlocked.”
“Shit, I forgot to lock that,” I rolled my eyes. I slipped my arms into his shirt and placed my bra back on, not wanting him to glance at my boobs through the shirt. “Before you explain to me why you’re such and asshole, why don’t I tell you all about my fucking night?” I glared at him, trying to keep my voice down so my sleeping family can’t hear us.
He nodded, allowing me to continue. “We can start with how you pushed me towards the fucking cops. I’m lucky something else caught their attention because they were about to walk over to me and probably arrest me for smoking weed,” I angrily tugged at my hair as I paced the room.
“Of course, you ditched me, so poor Zayn had to help me get out of the house. Oh, and then we had to climb a fucking fence which ripped my dress and my high heel broke when I jumped down. Then, we couldn’t get to the cars, so we had to go on a hike down a ditch and over a creek. Well, everyone but me was able to get pass the creek without stepping in it. Once we got to Perrie’s, I couldn’t even go in her house because my foot was covered in vile goopy shit. Poor Liam had to help me because I was sobbing about my feet hurting like a bitch from walking so goddamn much. So thank you for the wonderful fucking night, Harry. I had an amazing time.”
“I’m sorry,” he said in a faint voice that I could barely hear. What? No ‘I told you the party would be disastrous?’ No bragging about how he was right? “Mercy, there’s something you need to know about me, and I’m not sure how you’re gonna take it.” His words scared me. What could he possibly have to say that’s any worse than this night?
He patted the empty space next to him on the bed, and I hesitantly sat beside him. “It’s sort of a long story,” he started…
Wednesday July 18th 2012
Harry’s POV:
Gemma left me. She just packed her stuff and left. She didn’t even leave a note or anything. How could she do this to me? I’m left to deal with our bickering parents who can’t stop arguing over whose fault it is that my sister ran away. I needed her. She’s my rock.
“How can you just sit here?!” my father yelled as he swung the door to my room open. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, trying to figure out why she’d just leave and wondering if she’s okay.
“What are we supposed to do, Dad?” I sighed in defeat. We can’t file a missing person report yet because she’s only been gone for twelve hours, which is complete bullshit. She won’t answer our calls and texts, but we know her phone is on since it rings. All we really can do is wait and hope for the best.
“Get up and help me look for her!” he growled. I looked up towards him to meet his burning expression. His face was red, his teeth were grinding together, his glare was intensifying by the second, and his face trembled as he forced his fingers into the palms of his hands. I’ve never seen him so angry before, and it was terrifying me.
“We already did, and by now, she could be in another state,” I tried reasoning with him.
He stepped closer to me and gripped my shirt tightly in his fist. “You’re just going to give up one her?!” he shouted, spitting in my face as he did.
“Dad, we can’t do anything,” I said softly. “She doesn’t want to be found.”
Before I could realize what was happening, his other fist had collided with my eye, making me fall out of his grip and onto my bed. He just hit me. He’s never hit me before.
“SHE WANTS TO BE FOUND!” he screamed. “SHE LOVES US YOU FUCKING CUNT! DON’T TALK LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN!”
My eyes widened in fear as he stormed out of my room. I brought my fingers to my already swollen eye and winced at the pain. Gemma, what have you gotten me into?
Friday October 5th 2012
“Can’t we just stay here instead of going to school?” I pouted to the naked Riley that was laying on top of me in her bed.
“No,” she chuckled. “I need a perfect attendance if I want to go to Harvard.”
“Nah,” I smirked before trailing kisses up her neck. I flipped us over so I was leaning over her, balancing my weight onto my hands that were on either side of her. “Who needs Harvard when you’ve got me?” I winked and started trailing my hand down her bare body.
I began leaving sloppy kisses down her chest until I reached her one of her boobs. As I began swirling my tongue around her nipple, she gripped my hair and yanked my head up. “Harry, we need to go,” the corner of her mouth twitched downwards. “I can’t miss school.”
I groaned and rolled to the side of her, “Fine, just go.”
“You’re not going?” she furrowed her brows, bringing her hand to my chest so she could trace shapes onto it.
“No,” I replied angrily, pushing her hand away. I climbed out of her bed and walked to the other side of the room where my clothes were. I swiftly slid on my boxers and pulled on my pants.
“Why?” I heard her ask from the bed, my back facing her.
“That place is a fucking piece of shit,” I grumbled as I threw my shirt on. I’ve been showing up with bruises and scratches, but no one ever seems to notice or care. The teachers all just assume I’ve been getting in fights and they all just make jokes about it. Other students have decided that must be exactly what has been going on which is stupid because no one else at the school shows up as fucked up as I do. So I guess I lose all the fights? Or maybe I fight people who don't go to the school. Doesn't matter, they're both wrong.
Then there’s the principal. That Son of a Bitch made me go to his office so he could tell me to stop fighting because he’s heard the rumors about it. Rumors. He believes rumors rather than looking at the sight in front of him and asking me if there’s something else going on. If I could fucking stop ‘fighting’, I would, but I can’t. I don’t fight back. I get fist after fist thrown at me from my own fucking father and I just take it. I tried calling the police on him, but my mother denied that he’s ever been hitting me. She’s seen him hit me, but she still doesn’t help me other than yelling at him to stop. Even she gets abused by him, but she claims she loves the Bastard. Home isn’t safe for me anymore, and nobody gets it.
“Harry, why are you being like this?” I turned to find her frowning at her twiddling thumbs. “I hate it when you it when you’re angry.”
“Because it scares you?” I shook my head and looked at the wall. “I don’t get why everyone’s so fucking fearful of me.”
“Your temper and the fights,” she said silently. I don’t get in fucking fights! She can’t know though. I won’t tell her. Not when she’s not giving me any reasons to say it. Not when my mum tries so desperately to cover up my father’s tracks.
Instead of saying anything else, I stormed out of her room and out of her house. I got in my car and slammed the door shut. I sped off, not caring whether Riley needed a ride or not. I wanted so badly to crash into anything: another car, a light pole, a fire hydrant, a building, anything. I want to die, but I feel like I need to live for my mother. I mean, that’s why the train won’t come at the tracks, right? Because God has other plans for me; plans for me to protect my mum.
All day, I have been drinking, but nothing was subsiding my anger. No amount of alcohol could cure this feeling, leaving me more furious than before. As I drove down my street, swerving no doubt, I glared at every house on the street. Every single one of my neighbors are happy little fuckers. All of them have seemingly perfect lives, and none of them notice my father screaming at me in our driveway, sending his fist to my face as he does so. The worst part is, my principal even lives a few streets down. That bloody Knob has to pass my house to get to and from the school, so there’s no way he’s never seen my father hit me.
I pulled over in front of his house and noticed he wasn’t home, meaning he’s at school doing nothing. What’s the point in showing up if you’re going to just sit at your desk and be an areshole? I got out of my car and locked it, stumbling towards his house. I know he doesn’t have a wife, girlfriend, or children, so it’s not like he’ll know I stopped by.
I walked up to his window and pressed my hands and face to it as I tried to see inside the damn house. The man has no family, but he has a house big enough for four people to live there. I don’t get it.
A face suddenly blocked my vision, scaring the shit out of me and causing me to stumble backwards. Then, I realized it wasn’t a human face; it was a dog. He has a small Weiner Dog. I chuckled to myself as I walked back over to the window. The dog looked so happy, panting away and wagging its tiny tail as it stared at me with its brown eyes. It certainly is a happy little thing.
I felt the urge to take it. The poor dog probably has had enough of that man, just as I have. Taking him was easy considering the window was unlocked, so I opened it and placed the dog in my arms. I didn’t even bother closing the window before staggering over to my car. I placed the small dog into the passenger seat before closing the door and walking over to my side.
“What’s your name, Little Buddy?” I smiled as I scratched its back after climbing into the car. I held its tag up and focused all my attention onto it so I could read it. “Bambi? What a shitty name, and I bet you’re a boy too.” I lifted up its leg to confirm my assumption. “Poor thing. I’m calling you Rodger. You look like a Rodger. Rodger the Weiner Dog. You like that? Rodger?” I chuckled as he leaned into my touch.
I scratched his back harder as I started to think about how much better it made me feel by taking that Bastard’s dog. Then it got me thinking, what if I fucked with the neighbors? This could be so fun.
I went to my house and stole the carton of eggs out of the refrigerator as Rodger waited for me in my car. I only managed to sneak pass my father since he was passed out on his couch with beer cans surrounding him. I would call him out on his drinking, but that’d only make me a hypocrite since I’m drunk right now. My mum wasn’t even home, probably out shopping or something, but I was okay with that.
I decided to start with my next door neighbors first since they were right there. I took the egg carton and opened it as I allowed the horrible thoughts of Gemma leaving me, my father hitting me, my mum loving him, and my school not caring less to enter my mind. I growled and chucked an egg at Mr. Brady’s car. I chucked four eggs at his fancy Bentley, each standing for the reasons I was upset.
I turned around to my other neighbor’s car. “This is for watching me get kicked in the gut and not doing shit about it!” I shouted as I chucked an egg at Miss Odom’s Ford Fusion. “This is for Riley not getting it, this is for my friends thinking I’m insane, and this is for yelling at me for sitting on your fucking lawn one goddamn time!”
I grumbled curse words to myself as I stomped to my car like a baby and climbed in. I set the egg carton in front of Rodger who felt the need to sniff and lick the eggs. Dogs are so weird.
I felt like I was sobering up, and that’s the last thing I wanted, so I reached into the back seat and grabbed a beer from my stash, popping the tab and chugging down at least three-quarters of it. I slammed the drink into the cup holder and began a drive down the street. I stopped in front of a random house, only picking it because there was four cars parked outside of it.
“Stay, Rodger. S-stay,” I hiccupped as I climbed out of the car, not before taking one last chug from my beer. I took the carton of eggs with me and decided on throwing one egg at each car. “Fuck,” I dragged out the word with a groan. “I ran out. What am I gonna do now?” I pouted and stared down at the empty carton. I threw it down at the ground and stomped on it, hearing my keys jingle in my pocket as I did so. The keys.
I grinned like an idiot and pulled my keys out of my pocket and looked at the potential targets that were in front of me. What shall I carve into these? I walked over to the shitty white vehicle and brought my house key to the paint. I snickered like a child as I started to scrape an image of boobs onto the car door. I walked over to the fancy blue car and scratched a gigantic, “FUCK YOU,” onto the fender. I liked hearing the screeching noise of my key running across the car, chipping away the paint in the exact shape I wanted it to.
I heard laughter coming from the backyard of the house and immediately ran to my car and drove off. I chuckled and cheered from the adrenaline pumping in my veins. Rodger looked happy as he stood on his hind legs and rested his paws on the car door, allowing the wind from the opened windows to flap his tongue outside of his mouth.
I turned onto another street in my neighborhood to find a boy, looking to be about nine years old, skateboarding in his driveway. I pulled over and turned off my car. I watched the kid intently as I picked up another beer and chugged half of it down. This kid is lucky. He gets to freely do what he wants without getting punched in the face. Isn't he supposed to be at school too?
I jumped out of my car and rolled the windows up so Rodger couldn’t escape, before closing the door and locking it. I walked over to the kid and held out my hand, “Can I see that?”
“No,” he scrunched his face and held his skateboard tightly to his chest.
I scoffed and leaned closer to him, “Come on, Kid. I just want to show you a trick.”
“I’m not allowed to talk to strangers,” he shook his head.
“I’m not a stranger. I live around the corner,” I rolled my eyes. He didn’t speak, making me groan in frustration, “I’m Harry. Can I see the damn skateboard now?”
“Ooh,” he pointed at me. “You said a bad word.” I growled and reached for his skateboard, yanking it out of his hands. “Hey! You stole my skateboard!”
“So? I stole that dog,” I pointed to Rodger who was inside the car panting and wagging his tail vigorously.
He huffed, “Give it back!”
“I just want to do a trick!” I snapped.
“Give me my skateboard!” his face grew redder and redder by the second. I’m sure it was no match compared to mine though. He should know better than to yell at me.
“You want it back?! Fine!” I shouted and lifted the skateboard over my head. I threw it hard against the ground, causing it to snap in two. “That thing was a piece of shit if it broke that easily,” I pointed to it and crossed my arms. His red face turned to a pale white color as tears began to fall down his face. He ran towards his front door yelling for his mummy. Pathetic fucking kid.
Mum. That’s right. Remembering that my mum and I had gone shopping for kitchen utensils, I walked over to the trunk of my car. I opened the trunk to reveal the shit we never removed from the car: a toaster, a blender, wooden spoons, whisks, and knives. Knives. Perfect. I ripped open the package of knives and pulled out the biggest one I could find. I closed the trunk and went to my side of the car to turn it on, leaving it running as I walked towards the kid’s house. I stopped at the car and slashed the tires, stabbing the knife with full force into the tires. Then, I ran to my car, opened the door, and sped off. That’ll teach the kid to not be so bitchy.
I decided on making one more stop before returning Rodger back to his sad life of being Bambi. There’s some prick who lives two streets down that’s in my grade. Darrell is his name. He’s in my grade and beats up freshman on a daily basis. It doesn’t feel good being the one taking the beating, I would know. He deserves a little revenge for that.
I pulled up to his house and yet again, I left my car running as I hopped out with the knife gripped in my hand. I was so happy to see he was home, meaning his car was waiting for me in the driveway. I realized it was getting dark outside which means school has probably been over for quite some time. Damn, I’ve been running around all day. I better make this fast.
I walked over to Darrell’s car and put gashes in his two front tires with the knife. I didn’t stop there. I took the knife and stabbed the front windshield of Darrell’s car. It took me three tries, but the glass finally shattered into and onto his car, making me feel giddy inside.
I ran to my car and hopped in as a playful laugh fell from my lips. As I drove away from his house, I looked back to find him frantically running out to his car. I giggled and turned forward to find a figure becoming brighter by my headlights. Before I could react, I hit it, and my head flew forward and hit the steering wheel.
It was like I suddenly woke up. With one blink, I was looking over at Rodger who seemed to be okay, just scared. With another blink, I was stumbling out of my car to find out what I had just hit. I blinked again, finding two legs sticking out from under the car. Next thing I knew, I was pulling the person out from under my car, trying and failing to control the panic I was feeling.
After one more blink, I was pressing my hand to the wound on the man’s leg. “I’m so sorry,” I cried. “I’m so so sorry.” My bottom lip trembled as I looked into the shocked man’s eyes. He had to be in his fifties, and he was dressed for a jog. “I’m sorry.” It seemed like those were the only words I knew. It seemed like only seconds before I heard sirens and saw the police car lights reflecting onto the man I was trying to help.
Before I knew it, I was being handcuffed by an officer. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an att…” his voice faded in my mind as I looked down at the man one last time.
“I’M SO SORRY!” I cried out to him as I was being pulled to the police car. I fucked up. I fucked my whole life up.
Present Day – Friday February 15th 2014
Iris’s POV:
“He wound up being okay, and he did everything he could to get me out of trouble because I was sincere,” Harry continued his story. “The police were already headed to Principal Gibson’s house because of the robbery of fucking Bambi. Everything happened so fast and apparently they saw the whole thing. They saw me pull Trip out from under the car, but they had to arrest me because they saw me hit him.”
He sighed before going on, “Everything I did, I was awful and I wish I could take it all back. I had to go to jail for a day while Trip did everything in his power to get me out from his hospital bed. My mum agreed to help me pay fines and I agreed to admit everything I’ve done as long as it meant I could be released. I had to pay a one thousand dollar fine for every car I wrecked and for stealing Rodger. I was supposed to get my license revoked for a year, but I guess Trip was good friends with my judge and convinced him to shorten it to six months. I had to pay a fine for my DUI too, and I had to go to DUI School, which I didn’t even know existed until I was there.”
“Remember when I blew up on you for beating up Georgia?” he asked randomly. I just nodded, at a loss for words from all he’s told me. “It wasn’t really you hurting her that I was mad about. I was furious because you were bullying everyone, getting as much revenge as you could as you vented out your anger. It just reminded me of what I did since I was doing everything because I was so stressed and angry about my life.”
He stood up and pointed to my torso before running his hands through his hair, “And you wore that ‘Sleeping with Sirens’ shirt that Gemma let you borrow. Seeing the word ‘sirens’ made me cringe. I was reminded yet again that I hadn’t told you yet. I felt awful, but I’ve been so scared you’d leave me. I still am.” I stared down at my lap and tried to process everything that I’ve heard.
"I didn't want to go to Andrew's because I knew his party would be different," he groaned. "Everyone's parties are like that. Our group throw simple parties because of what happened with me. They don't want cops knocking on their doors and arresting me for drinking under age and smoking weed illegally." Still, I sat their quietly taking everything in.
“When I saw those cops tonight, I freaked out. If they catch me doing something again, there’s nothing Trip will be able to do to help me. I didn’t mean to push you, it was stupid of me to do that. I feel horrible for almost having you caught when I’d rather go to jail than see you behind bars. I wouldn’t be surprised if you hated me. I’d hate me if I were you. I already hate me.” I looked up at him with confusion written all over my face as tears threatened to spill out of my eyes. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t.
“I’m so sorry, Angel,” he said after finishing his explanation. “I should’ve told you a long time ago.”
I know he regrets everything he did, but it happened. I can’t help but think about how sad that kid was, or how upset and furious those people were about their cars. That poor man, Trip, must've been in excruciating pain from the impact of Harry's car to his leg. Harry did such horrible things. It’s all in the past, but it’s a lot to take in. This would be so much easier if he had told me in the beginning. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t have because I wasn’t in love with him at the time. I don’t know. I’m so unsure about what to say to him because I don’t want it to be the wrong thing.
“I knew you’d hate me,” hurt flashed through his eyes.
“W-what?” I stuttered. “Harry, I could never hate you.”
“You don’t have to lie, Angel,” anger started to come over him.
“I’m not,” I said silently.
He shook his head and gripped his curls, “I really don’t deserve you, so it’s okay. I understand.”
And with that, he ran out of my room and out of my house. I sat on the bed trying to gather my thoughts. What just happened? What did he mean by that? Does he really think I want to leave him or hate him in any way?
I’m so exhausted from this horrible day, but I doubt I’ll be getting any sleep tonight. Not after that. Why couldn’t he just stay? I wanted him to stay. I just needed to think for a minute. Isn’t that reasonable?
Oh Harry.
12:06 AM Saturday February 16th 2014
Harry’s POV:
I let out a high pitched growl and knocked everything off of my dresser, hearing things break as they smashed against the floor. I breathed heavily as I gripped my curls in my hands and paced my room. I started yelling more, throwing things around my room and kicking my dresser.
“Harry!” Gemma worriedly ran into my room. “Harry, what’s wrong?”
“Get out!” I demanded without looking at her.
I felt her hand touch my shoulder which I quickly yanked away, “Harry, please talk to me.”
“Leave!” I begged, on the verge of crying.
“No!”
“You ruined my life!” I yelled as I faced her and her angry expression turned to hurt. “You ruined my fucking life and now I’ll never be good for her!”
She took a step towards me, “Har-“
“I’m a criminal,” tears began rushing down my cheeks. “I’m a criminal,” I repeated, sobbing as I fell to the floor and buried my face into my hands.
“Shh,” Gemma hushed me and sat down beside me. She rubbed my back soothingly and rested her head onto my shoulder. “You’re not a criminal, Harry. You just did some things we’re not proud of, but-“
“I have a criminal record,” I snapped. “That makes me a fucking fugitive.” She wasn't even home for all of this. What does she know about it? All she's done is hear my mum's explanations about it.
“You were angry,” she reminded me. “If anything, you handled it better than most people would have. How many people have you seen on the news who have killed someone because they were furious with them? You may have hit Trip, but it was an accident and you helped him. You understand the difference between right and wrong, Harry. You came clean about everything, and there were consequences that you dealt with.”
“What if she leaves me?” I cried and looked into Gem’s eyes. “I won’t be able to provide her a future with a criminal record.”
Gemma shot me a slight smile and rubbed my back more, “Harry, your record isn’t that bad. You have DUI, theft, and car vandalism on there. It’s not like you have drug dealing, murderer, or serial killer. You stole a dog from your principal. I’m pretty sure people will just find that funny. As for Iris, I doubt she’ll ever leave you. She loves you so much.”
“She should leave me,” I muttered and rubbed the back of my hand across the bottom of my nose. “It’ll only happen again, and it’ll hurt her. I don’t want to hurt her.”
“Then don’t, Harry,” her voice sounded somewhat whiny as she wrapped her arms around me, allowing me to cry on her shoulder.
I don’t want to, but I just know I will…
Iris’s POV:
All day, Harry has been trying to persuade me that we shouldn’t go to Andrew’s party. He started by telling me Andrew is probably just trying to pull something on me again, but I could see even he didn’t believe that was true. Then, he claimed that there’s a strong possibility I could get drugged, but I only argued by saying I won’t drink anything anyways. He stated a guy could try to touch me, and I told him he’d be there to protect me. Lastly, he told me my outfit was too revealing
I personally like the long sleeved black dress and its interesting light grey patterns that spread across the whole thing. My dress may outline my figure, but it covers my butt completely, even when I bend over, and no cleavage shows unless I were to purposely flash them to people. His accusation that my dress is ‘too revealing’ is far off because it shows nothing.
With the dress, I wore black suede high heels with cutouts and I carried the same clutch I used yesterday on Harry and I’s date. I wore the same blush, the same mascara, kept my red nail polish on, and I used my lip gloss yet again. The only thing different about my makeup was my cat eye eyeliner and the fact that I chose to wear no eye shadow. For my hair, I laid it down in simple waves that I find myself playing with every couple of minutes. I almost wore the necklace Harry gave me last night, but I don’t want to worry about losing it since it’s special to me.
A few hours before the party, Harry finally caved in and said we could go to the party. Regardless of whether I had his permission or not, I would still go. I honestly don’t get his deal. I understand that Andrew is my ex, and he’s screwed me over plenty, but it’s a fucking party. Big deal. Andrew invited our whole group which tells me he just wanted them to come so other people would show up for sure. In case Harry has forgotten, his group is the most liked people in the school, also known as being popular. Of course Andrew would want them to show up.
I wouldn’t necessarily count me as one of them. Sure, I’m friends with all of them and I hang out with them all the time, but I wasn’t liked like them. I haven’t gotten bullied since my balloon apology and Scott, but I’m still not everyone’s favorite person. I did horrible things, so I can’t really blame people for disliking me. Let’s face it, if hadn't met Harry and I was never raped, I’d probably be hanging out with people like Liz, Dakota, and Kyle; not the popular crowd. It still amazes me that I’m able to sit at their table. Me. Plus, I have a boyfriend from the group. I never expected this to happen to me, but I couldn’t be happier to be here.
“Can you at least promise me we’ll leave if I’m not having fun?” Harry sighed as we parked in front of Andrew’s house. There was already like twenty cars parked on his street which tells me this party is going to be different than the others I’ve been to.
“Or,” I emphasized the word. “If you’re not having fun, you can leave.”
He rolled his eyes, “Iris-“
“I don’t get it, Harry,” I shook my head. “Why are you being so persistent about this?”
“Maybe that’s the point,” he said with no emotion and turned the car off. “You don’t get it.”
“Then explain it to me,” I demanded through my teeth. I’m trying so hard not to be angry at him, but he’s been like this all week. When he doesn’t get what he wants or I disagree with him on something, he acts like a child and gets snippy with me. Last night was the first night I was able to keep calm about it, which surprised me. It seemingly helped him too, but today he’s back to being stubborn. I can’t keep up with him, it’s so exhausting.
“Let’s just go to the fucking party,” he muttered as he opened his door and stepped out, slamming the door closed afterwards.
I took a minute to sit there and recompose myself, exhaling deep breaths as I let Harry pace angrily outside of the car. I don’t know what’s running through his mind right now, but it’s driving me insane that he won’t talk to me about it. No matter how many times I beg him, his demeanor changes and he leaves me in the dark. He keeps saying its Niall, but I can tell it’s more than just him. He’s had frustrations about Niall before, but they’re nothing compared to this which only tells me there’s added stress. I just want him to tell me.
The sound of my door opening snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned to face Harry whose expression has softened. “I’m sorry,” he frowned. “I didn’t mean to blow up on you.”
He held his hand out to help me out of the car, but I only stared at it. After staring for a minute, I gave in with a sigh and placed my hand in his, “We’ll talk about this later.”
He curled his lips and gave me a slight nod before stepping out of my way and helping me get out of the car. Once he closed the door and locked the car, he intertwined his fingers with mine and planted a kiss on my head, thanking me for not pushing the subject any further for now.
From Harry’s car, we could already hear the blaring music coming from Andrew’s house that sat down the street. We had to walk a ways before we reached the house, stunned by the sight before us. It was dark outside already, and you could see all of the colorful strobe lights that were flashing inside and the silhouettes of people dancing with cups in their hands through the windows. I recognized the song that was blasting through speakers: “All of the Lights” by Kanye West and the many other artists that sung in it.
I shot Harry a whimsical smile and started swaying back and forth, bumping my hips against his from time to time. He let out a small chuckle and shook his head at my dorkiness. He started bouncing his shoulders around without releasing my hand. Once he received a giggle out of me, he started waving his fists around, his tongue doing a similar dance in his agape smile.
I started laughing harder, throwing my head back as I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I love you, Goofball,” I bit my lips to stifle my laughter.
“I love you too, Angel,” he cupped my face and kissed me on the lips. Oh how I love kissing this boy. “You look beautiful by the way,” he smiled as he pulled away. Well, he’s certainly changed his mood out of nowhere, but I’m okay with my Harry being back, even if it’s for a short period of time.
“Hey Lovebirds!” Louis shouted as the group made their way up to us. “You came!” I mentally rolled my eyes knowing Harry probably told them we weren’t going to come. On the outside, I forced a smile and nodded to him.
“Well, let’s go!” Niall said eagerly, making me laugh at his impatience. This kid loves parties for two main reasons: free beer and snacks. Shocker, right? Not.
Harry gripped my hand in his again as we made our way to the front door of the house. I’m guessing he’s going to be at my side the whole night, but I really don’t mind. I love that he’s so protective of me, it’s just the whole not knowing why he’s so bitchy about it that’s aggravating. Whatever though, we’ll just have to figure out what’s wrong later. For now, it’s party time.
“Hey!” a very drunk Andrew greeted us at the door. “You made it! Come in!” He stumbled out of the way and allowed us all to enter his house. My jaw dropped at the sight before me; this is definitely a different kind of party. For one, I felt…overdressed? Everyone here has barely any clothes on, resembling strippers and douche bags. The girls all wore slutty dress that were riding up their asses and falling down their chest, flashing whether or not they had underwear on. The boys all sagged their pants so low that their butt, covered in boxers (thank the Lord), was sticking out. All genders were grinding on each other, making out, partying, or just having sex right in front of us.
Another thing I noticed was a table with a giant silver container with a hose attached to its tap: definitely a keg. People were drinking straight from the end of the hose while others stood around them shouting “chug”. As we walked further into the house, I saw a ping pong table that people were using to play beer pong. That game looks fun, but beer is nasty so I have mixed feelings about trying it out.
The last thing I saw that left me speechless was bags of white powder sitting on the dining room table. People were sitting around the table, lining up the powder with credit cards and using cut up straws to snort it up their noses. There’s fucking cocaine here.
“You okay?” Harry yelled over the music. I just simply nodded, still feeling at a loss for words. I saw the kitchen counter was covered in bongs, so I quickly made my way over to smoke some weed. After taking two hits in a row, I handed the bong to Harry who also craved a hit. I noticed Niall went straight to beer pong, along with Zayn and Perrie who stood behind him to watch. The others were somewhere else in the house, but I didn’t really want to leave the kitchen to find out where. I didn’t realize this was such an intense party.
“Having fun, Love?” Harry smirked.
“We haven’t even started,” I cocked my head to the side with an evil grin playing on my lips. With a sudden boost of confidence, I grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs to explore the house more. More strobe lights were flashing up here and I saw people dancing through the window, so I knew that’s where the dance floor had to be. The upstairs consisted of a hallway filled with rooms, and at the end of the hall was an open space where people were indeed using as a dance floor.
“Party Rock Anthem (feat. Lauren Bennett & GoonRock)” by LMFAO was playing as we entered the room. I pulled Harry to the middle of the room with me, and I started fist pumping to the music, making him laugh. I spotted Liam, Sophia, Eleanor, and Louis all dancing in the room as well, holding up their red solo cups in the air as they jumped around.
At the part of the song where he sings, “Everyday I’m shuffling,” I tried to shuffle, but I looked more like I was learning how to walk. Harry pointed at me with one hand, his other hand resting on his chest, as he laughed at me. I just shrugged and started doing the Running Man in which he wound up joining me, trying to outdo me. Eventually, he started jumping in circles and waving his arms around like a loon. I laughed and began twirling around, mostly just to show off. When I stopped, I smirked at him to watch his next move. He decided on doing a twirl too, but wound up stumbling a bit at the end, still managing to keep a straight face even when I busted up laughing.
After dancing to a ton more songs, along with the other members of our group that were with us, we wound up heading back downstairs to smoke some more weed. I noticed someone passed out on the table next to their pile of cocaine. I hope they’re just passed out…
As I lit up the bong, Harry snaked his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. I pressed my lips to the mouthpiece of the bong and breathed in before releasing my lips from it and exhaling the smoke towards the ceiling, the weed immediately relaxing me. That’s the thing about weed, it may make you feel giddy and make you laugh at stupid things, but it mostly just relaxes you and tires you out. I’ll be needing much sleep tonight.
In between songs, the doorbell rang throughout the house. There was loud chatter at the front door and the music in the house came to a mute.
“We received a noise complaint!” a deep voice shouted. “Keep it down or shut it down!”
I headed towards the direction of the voice, Harry still holding one of his arms securely around my waist and following my lead. We peered our heads around the corner and spotted Andrew at the door, but we couldn’t see who he was talking to since they were hidden by the door.
“Is that what I think it is?” the voice asked. Andrew looked down at the bag of cocaine he was holding and back up at the person.
“Probably,” he shrugged nonchalantly and I face palmed. Harry chuckled at my reaction before returning his attention to the entertainment.
“We’re gonna need to come in and have a look around,” the deep voice said. I watched as four feet made their way into the house, and that’s when I realized who they were. Police.
“Shit,” Harry cursed and shoved me before taking off running. What in the actual fuck? He shoved me so hard that I stumbled into the policemen’s view, both of them shooting me quizzical looks. Fuck you, Harry! Okay, play it cool. You’re not high. They can’t arrest you if they don’t know you’re not high, so you’re not high. They started walking towards me, only to be distracted by someone screaming that the keg broke in the room that was closer to the front door.
I stood frozen as I watched the two men turn and run into that room to see what all the commotion was. I suddenly felt a strong hand grip my arm. I turned to face the owner, “What the hell, Harry?!” It took me a couple of seconds to realize it was Zayn who was gripping my arm.
“He left,” he frowned.
“What do you mean he left?” I snapped.
“He snuck out the back door,” he sighed. “Come on, we’ve got to get you out of here.” Confusion shot through me as Zayn guided me to the back door. How could he just leave? Why the hell would he just push me and leave? He’s okay with me getting arrested, but not him? That’s fucked up! I’m beyond pissed, adding to my exhaustion and bewilderment. Believe me, these are not a great mixture of emotions.
Once we were able to escape to the backyard, Zayn led me to the wooden fence that surrounded the yard. He knelt to the ground and locked his fingers together, holding his hands out towards me. “I’m giving you a boost, climb over,” he instructed me.
“I am not climbing this fence!” I growled.
“Would you rather get arrested?” he challenged as he waved his still connected hands out to me.
“Fine,” I groaned before muttering a few curse words as I stepped onto his hand, being sure not to step with the heel part of my high heel. I gripped the top of the fence and pulled myself up as Zayn pushed my foot up. I swung my leg over the fence and sat at the top, peering down at the other side. I found the rest of the group standing there, minus Harry. They were all motioning me to hurry up and get down.
As I swung my other leg over, I heard a small ripping noise. “What the fuck was that?” I asked through my teeth, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
“Your dress got caught on a nail,” I heard Zayn say. Well fuck. I really loved this dress. I felt him tug at the bottom of my dress, trying to release it from the nail. “Okay, you’re free. Go.”
I jumped down towards the group and wound up putting too much weight into my landing, breaking my right heel and stumbling to my butt. I pouted and was basically on the verge of crying as I looked up at my clearly amused friends. I yanked my heels off, not wanting to walk with a limp, and waited with the girls as the boys pulled Zayn over the fence. The heels were like five inches tall, so it’s not like I could walk in the shoes without the heels anyways.
“Okay, this way,” Louis pointed to the opposite direction as the cars.
“Why can’t we take the cars?” I asked, feeling like it was probably a stupid question.
“The police are out front,” Liam chuckled. “We can’t just walk over there.” Right. Stupid question.
I heard sirens sounding closer and closer, most likely headed towards Andrew’s place. Did they need backup? They found the drugs? Or maybe that one person was really dead. Maybe they’re coming after us since they saw me. Oh, shut up, Iris. You’re fucking paranoid as hell. Then again, this is my first time running from the cops, so I suppose it’s normal to be paranoid in a situation like this.
I followed them, winding up in a sketchy looking area. The houses started to disappear, trees and dirt started to appear, and we eventually came across a gigantic ditch that they started to climb down. Could this night get any worse?
I cautiously followed slowly behind them, holding my heels and clutch tightly against my chest. I felt a breeze hit my lower back, obviously being where the tear is. I wouldn’t be surprise if my underwear was showing too.
We reached the bottom of the ditch and of course, there was a fucking creek we had to cross. I hate this night so much. Everyone used the scattered, giant rocks as stepping stones to cross the creek, the girls receiving help from their boyfriends. Not me, I’m alone. Niall had already crossed and was so drunk that he didn’t even bother to think about me. Harry would’ve helped me if he wasn’t such a selfish dick, pushing me and running away. Fucking asshole.
Eleanor offered to hold my things before I crossed, so I reached over and tossed her my stuff from the opposite side of the creek. Okay, I’m barefoot and I have free hands. Piece of cake. You’ve got this, Iris. I placed one foot onto the first rock and chose my next step carefully. Three steps in, I was halfway across the creek. You’re almost there. I lifted my right leg and began to place my foot onto another rock, only to lose my balance and slam my right foot down to regain control.
SPLASH! I fucking missed the rock. I squealed once I came to the realization that my foot was in the swampy water. I trotted across the rest of the creek, leaving my right foot in the water to prevent my left foot from getting the same surprise. Once I got across, Eleanor handed my stuff to me like that hadn’t even happened. I get that all the girls and Niall are drunk, but it’s like they didn’t give a shit that I wanted to cry so badly.
Louis walked over to me, shooting me a sympathetic look as he draped his arm around my shoulders. He kept it there as we walked more and more. I appreciated that Louis was trying to comfort me, but I just wanted Harry. As much as I hated what he did, I desired to be in his warm embrace. At this point, I just wanted to crawl up in bed and cry myself to sleep over this humiliating night.
“We’re here!” Perrie cheered and clapped her hands. We must’ve walked about five miles because we were approaching her house. I was just thankful we didn’t have to walk anymore since my feet were killing me.
She unlocked the door and allowed everyone to enter her house. Just as I was about to step in, she held her arm out to block me. “You can’t go in, Silly. Your foot is disgusting,” she giggled. I looked down at my right foot to find it covered in muddy looking goop from the creek. It had picked up dirt and leaves from the rest of the walk here, making it look even more appalling.
“Whatever,” I snarled and turned away. I know she’s drunk and didn’t mean to seem so rude, but this night was going horribly for me and she just added more frustration to it. I guess I’m walking a few more miles to my place. I began sniffling as the horrible events began replaying in my mind. This shit would happen to me. It’s my luck.
“Iris!” a familiar voice called out to me. I turned around to find Liam running towards me. “Where are you going?” he panted once he caught up to me.
“Home,” I sniffled, a tear escaping my eye as I said it.
He furrowed his brows, “Why?”
“Perrie won’t let me in because of my disgusting foot,” I put emphasis on the word ‘disgusting’.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes, “At least let me take you home.”
“That’d be nice,” the words came out in sobs as I nodded. “My feet really hurt.”
He exhaled deeply before placing his left arm behind my knees and the other arm around my shoulders, lifting me off the ground and cradling me. I rested my head against his shoulder, accepting his help and sniffling some more. As he walked us back towards the house, I saw Zayn come running out.
“Is she okay?” he asked Liam.
“Yeah, her feet hurt so I’m gonna give her a ride home,” Liam’s voice sounded sort of muffled with my left ear being pressed to his shoulder. I was thankful he didn’t mention Perrie not allowing me to enter the house. I didn’t mean to be so snappy about her, but my emotions just got the best of me. I don’t blame her for not wanting me to walk in with a yucky foot. Hell, I would’ve probably done the same for her, except I might’ve offered to help her clean up. Then again, she’s drunk.
“Take Mrs. Edward’s car. She won’t mind,” Zayn said. “I’ll go get the keys, be right back.” I watched him run frantically towards the house.
“Is your car not here?” I cried as I rubbed the unwanted tears that were rolling down my cheek.
“Nope. I was gonna steal Mrs. Edward’s keys anyways,” he said blatantly and I let out a small laugh. Zayn ran out and unlocked the car for Liam before opening the passenger side door. Liam bent down and gently set me into the car before taking the keys from Zayn as I buckled up.
The car ride was silent if you don’t count my few whimpers and sniffles. I stared out the window and thought about how the man I loved pushed me towards the police. Why did he even run? Is he hiding something from me? Is that why he’s been so bitchy? Because he’s hiding something?
“He’s gonna talk to you, you know?” Liam broke the silence as he turned onto my street.
I rubbed the bottom of my nose and set my hands into my lap, “What exactly is he going to talk to me about?”
“It’s not my place to say,” he sighed. “He loves you, Iris. He’ll explain everything, I promise.” Everything. That word echoed in my head as he finally parked in front of my house. So Harry really is hiding something…
“Thank you, for helping me,” I bit my lip, hoping to cease its trembling. “Thank Lou and Zayn for me too.”
He nodded, “It’s no problem. Do you need help getting to your door?”
I shook my head before gathering my things, “No, it’s okay. Thank you, Li.”
“No problem,” he half smiled. “See you on Monday.”
I lightly waved to him and climbed out of the car. Once his car was out of site, I broke down into violent sobs. I’m high, tired, sore, pissed, and upset. Its maddening having gone through all this in one fucking night. I walked over to the garbage can that was placed out front and threw my heels in there, not needing them anymore. I walked over to the hose that was on the side of the house and turned the valve, allowing the water to flow out of it. I washed my foot, freeing it from all the debris that was clumped to it.
Once I felt it was clean enough for me to enter the house, I turned the hose off and walked over to my front steps to sit on until my foot was dry. I sat there with my face in my hands and thought about the things I was going to say to Harry, the curse words I was going to use, and how I’m not gonna allow myself to forgive him easily. The one fucking person I trust the most in this world hurt me. He hurt my feelings and scared the shit out of me. How could he just let me go through that?
My foot dried rather quickly, no thanks to the freezing cold breeze that was blowing. I pulled my keys out of my clutch and unlocked the door, closing it and locking it behind me after I entered the house. I went straight to my room and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants I stole from Harry’s to wear tonight. I threw my clutch onto my bed, even after realizing I haven’t checked for missed calls or text messages. I don’t care anyways. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now.
I walked into my bathroom, taking in my horrible appearance by glancing in the mirror. My hair was tangled for some unknown reason, my makeup was smeared, and dry tears were evident on my cheeks. I turned my back towards the mirror, still glancing at it to peak at the tear in my dress. The tear was larger than I had imagined, going from my lower back to the very bottom of the dress, and unfortunately showing off my underwear.
I sighed and slid out of the clothes I was wearing before hopping into the shower. I chuckled to myself as I thought about how Harry begged me not to go to that party, and now I’m regretting ever going. The problem was, it wasn’t the party or the police I was upset about; I was upset that the guy I loved ruined my whole night within the blink of an eye. Yet here I was, sulking and wishing he’d hold me. I can’t give in this easily though, I won’t. I have every right to be furious and that’s exactly what I will be.
Once my shower was over, I dried off my hair and lazily ran a brush through it. I didn’t even bother putting my underwear back on, sliding right into Harry’s shirt and sweats. I loved how they smelled like him which will most likely give me some peace to sleep tonight. I picked up my dress from the floor and threw it in the trash, not needing it nor wanting the reminder of this night. I picked up my undergarments and opened the bathroom door to walk back into my room.
“Hey,” a raspy voice caused me to jump and grasp my chest.
“Jesus Christ, Harry,” I growled at the boy who was sitting on my bed. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry,” he frowned at his lap.
“How did you even get in here?” I asked as I threw my panties into my laundry basket, still holding onto my bra.
He shrugged, “The back door was unlocked.”
“Shit, I forgot to lock that,” I rolled my eyes. I slipped my arms into his shirt and placed my bra back on, not wanting him to glance at my boobs through the shirt. “Before you explain to me why you’re such and asshole, why don’t I tell you all about my fucking night?” I glared at him, trying to keep my voice down so my sleeping family can’t hear us.
He nodded, allowing me to continue. “We can start with how you pushed me towards the fucking cops. I’m lucky something else caught their attention because they were about to walk over to me and probably arrest me for smoking weed,” I angrily tugged at my hair as I paced the room.
“Of course, you ditched me, so poor Zayn had to help me get out of the house. Oh, and then we had to climb a fucking fence which ripped my dress and my high heel broke when I jumped down. Then, we couldn’t get to the cars, so we had to go on a hike down a ditch and over a creek. Well, everyone but me was able to get pass the creek without stepping in it. Once we got to Perrie’s, I couldn’t even go in her house because my foot was covered in vile goopy shit. Poor Liam had to help me because I was sobbing about my feet hurting like a bitch from walking so goddamn much. So thank you for the wonderful fucking night, Harry. I had an amazing time.”
“I’m sorry,” he said in a faint voice that I could barely hear. What? No ‘I told you the party would be disastrous?’ No bragging about how he was right? “Mercy, there’s something you need to know about me, and I’m not sure how you’re gonna take it.” His words scared me. What could he possibly have to say that’s any worse than this night?
He patted the empty space next to him on the bed, and I hesitantly sat beside him. “It’s sort of a long story,” he started…
Wednesday July 18th 2012
Harry’s POV:
Gemma left me. She just packed her stuff and left. She didn’t even leave a note or anything. How could she do this to me? I’m left to deal with our bickering parents who can’t stop arguing over whose fault it is that my sister ran away. I needed her. She’s my rock.
“How can you just sit here?!” my father yelled as he swung the door to my room open. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, trying to figure out why she’d just leave and wondering if she’s okay.
“What are we supposed to do, Dad?” I sighed in defeat. We can’t file a missing person report yet because she’s only been gone for twelve hours, which is complete bullshit. She won’t answer our calls and texts, but we know her phone is on since it rings. All we really can do is wait and hope for the best.
“Get up and help me look for her!” he growled. I looked up towards him to meet his burning expression. His face was red, his teeth were grinding together, his glare was intensifying by the second, and his face trembled as he forced his fingers into the palms of his hands. I’ve never seen him so angry before, and it was terrifying me.
“We already did, and by now, she could be in another state,” I tried reasoning with him.
He stepped closer to me and gripped my shirt tightly in his fist. “You’re just going to give up one her?!” he shouted, spitting in my face as he did.
“Dad, we can’t do anything,” I said softly. “She doesn’t want to be found.”
Before I could realize what was happening, his other fist had collided with my eye, making me fall out of his grip and onto my bed. He just hit me. He’s never hit me before.
“SHE WANTS TO BE FOUND!” he screamed. “SHE LOVES US YOU FUCKING CUNT! DON’T TALK LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN!”
My eyes widened in fear as he stormed out of my room. I brought my fingers to my already swollen eye and winced at the pain. Gemma, what have you gotten me into?
Friday October 5th 2012
“Can’t we just stay here instead of going to school?” I pouted to the naked Riley that was laying on top of me in her bed.
“No,” she chuckled. “I need a perfect attendance if I want to go to Harvard.”
“Nah,” I smirked before trailing kisses up her neck. I flipped us over so I was leaning over her, balancing my weight onto my hands that were on either side of her. “Who needs Harvard when you’ve got me?” I winked and started trailing my hand down her bare body.
I began leaving sloppy kisses down her chest until I reached her one of her boobs. As I began swirling my tongue around her nipple, she gripped my hair and yanked my head up. “Harry, we need to go,” the corner of her mouth twitched downwards. “I can’t miss school.”
I groaned and rolled to the side of her, “Fine, just go.”
“You’re not going?” she furrowed her brows, bringing her hand to my chest so she could trace shapes onto it.
“No,” I replied angrily, pushing her hand away. I climbed out of her bed and walked to the other side of the room where my clothes were. I swiftly slid on my boxers and pulled on my pants.
“Why?” I heard her ask from the bed, my back facing her.
“That place is a fucking piece of shit,” I grumbled as I threw my shirt on. I’ve been showing up with bruises and scratches, but no one ever seems to notice or care. The teachers all just assume I’ve been getting in fights and they all just make jokes about it. Other students have decided that must be exactly what has been going on which is stupid because no one else at the school shows up as fucked up as I do. So I guess I lose all the fights? Or maybe I fight people who don't go to the school. Doesn't matter, they're both wrong.
Then there’s the principal. That Son of a Bitch made me go to his office so he could tell me to stop fighting because he’s heard the rumors about it. Rumors. He believes rumors rather than looking at the sight in front of him and asking me if there’s something else going on. If I could fucking stop ‘fighting’, I would, but I can’t. I don’t fight back. I get fist after fist thrown at me from my own fucking father and I just take it. I tried calling the police on him, but my mother denied that he’s ever been hitting me. She’s seen him hit me, but she still doesn’t help me other than yelling at him to stop. Even she gets abused by him, but she claims she loves the Bastard. Home isn’t safe for me anymore, and nobody gets it.
“Harry, why are you being like this?” I turned to find her frowning at her twiddling thumbs. “I hate it when you it when you’re angry.”
“Because it scares you?” I shook my head and looked at the wall. “I don’t get why everyone’s so fucking fearful of me.”
“Your temper and the fights,” she said silently. I don’t get in fucking fights! She can’t know though. I won’t tell her. Not when she’s not giving me any reasons to say it. Not when my mum tries so desperately to cover up my father’s tracks.
Instead of saying anything else, I stormed out of her room and out of her house. I got in my car and slammed the door shut. I sped off, not caring whether Riley needed a ride or not. I wanted so badly to crash into anything: another car, a light pole, a fire hydrant, a building, anything. I want to die, but I feel like I need to live for my mother. I mean, that’s why the train won’t come at the tracks, right? Because God has other plans for me; plans for me to protect my mum.
All day, I have been drinking, but nothing was subsiding my anger. No amount of alcohol could cure this feeling, leaving me more furious than before. As I drove down my street, swerving no doubt, I glared at every house on the street. Every single one of my neighbors are happy little fuckers. All of them have seemingly perfect lives, and none of them notice my father screaming at me in our driveway, sending his fist to my face as he does so. The worst part is, my principal even lives a few streets down. That bloody Knob has to pass my house to get to and from the school, so there’s no way he’s never seen my father hit me.
I pulled over in front of his house and noticed he wasn’t home, meaning he’s at school doing nothing. What’s the point in showing up if you’re going to just sit at your desk and be an areshole? I got out of my car and locked it, stumbling towards his house. I know he doesn’t have a wife, girlfriend, or children, so it’s not like he’ll know I stopped by.
I walked up to his window and pressed my hands and face to it as I tried to see inside the damn house. The man has no family, but he has a house big enough for four people to live there. I don’t get it.
A face suddenly blocked my vision, scaring the shit out of me and causing me to stumble backwards. Then, I realized it wasn’t a human face; it was a dog. He has a small Weiner Dog. I chuckled to myself as I walked back over to the window. The dog looked so happy, panting away and wagging its tiny tail as it stared at me with its brown eyes. It certainly is a happy little thing.
I felt the urge to take it. The poor dog probably has had enough of that man, just as I have. Taking him was easy considering the window was unlocked, so I opened it and placed the dog in my arms. I didn’t even bother closing the window before staggering over to my car. I placed the small dog into the passenger seat before closing the door and walking over to my side.
“What’s your name, Little Buddy?” I smiled as I scratched its back after climbing into the car. I held its tag up and focused all my attention onto it so I could read it. “Bambi? What a shitty name, and I bet you’re a boy too.” I lifted up its leg to confirm my assumption. “Poor thing. I’m calling you Rodger. You look like a Rodger. Rodger the Weiner Dog. You like that? Rodger?” I chuckled as he leaned into my touch.
I scratched his back harder as I started to think about how much better it made me feel by taking that Bastard’s dog. Then it got me thinking, what if I fucked with the neighbors? This could be so fun.
I went to my house and stole the carton of eggs out of the refrigerator as Rodger waited for me in my car. I only managed to sneak pass my father since he was passed out on his couch with beer cans surrounding him. I would call him out on his drinking, but that’d only make me a hypocrite since I’m drunk right now. My mum wasn’t even home, probably out shopping or something, but I was okay with that.
I decided to start with my next door neighbors first since they were right there. I took the egg carton and opened it as I allowed the horrible thoughts of Gemma leaving me, my father hitting me, my mum loving him, and my school not caring less to enter my mind. I growled and chucked an egg at Mr. Brady’s car. I chucked four eggs at his fancy Bentley, each standing for the reasons I was upset.
I turned around to my other neighbor’s car. “This is for watching me get kicked in the gut and not doing shit about it!” I shouted as I chucked an egg at Miss Odom’s Ford Fusion. “This is for Riley not getting it, this is for my friends thinking I’m insane, and this is for yelling at me for sitting on your fucking lawn one goddamn time!”
I grumbled curse words to myself as I stomped to my car like a baby and climbed in. I set the egg carton in front of Rodger who felt the need to sniff and lick the eggs. Dogs are so weird.
I felt like I was sobering up, and that’s the last thing I wanted, so I reached into the back seat and grabbed a beer from my stash, popping the tab and chugging down at least three-quarters of it. I slammed the drink into the cup holder and began a drive down the street. I stopped in front of a random house, only picking it because there was four cars parked outside of it.
“Stay, Rodger. S-stay,” I hiccupped as I climbed out of the car, not before taking one last chug from my beer. I took the carton of eggs with me and decided on throwing one egg at each car. “Fuck,” I dragged out the word with a groan. “I ran out. What am I gonna do now?” I pouted and stared down at the empty carton. I threw it down at the ground and stomped on it, hearing my keys jingle in my pocket as I did so. The keys.
I grinned like an idiot and pulled my keys out of my pocket and looked at the potential targets that were in front of me. What shall I carve into these? I walked over to the shitty white vehicle and brought my house key to the paint. I snickered like a child as I started to scrape an image of boobs onto the car door. I walked over to the fancy blue car and scratched a gigantic, “FUCK YOU,” onto the fender. I liked hearing the screeching noise of my key running across the car, chipping away the paint in the exact shape I wanted it to.
I heard laughter coming from the backyard of the house and immediately ran to my car and drove off. I chuckled and cheered from the adrenaline pumping in my veins. Rodger looked happy as he stood on his hind legs and rested his paws on the car door, allowing the wind from the opened windows to flap his tongue outside of his mouth.
I turned onto another street in my neighborhood to find a boy, looking to be about nine years old, skateboarding in his driveway. I pulled over and turned off my car. I watched the kid intently as I picked up another beer and chugged half of it down. This kid is lucky. He gets to freely do what he wants without getting punched in the face. Isn't he supposed to be at school too?
I jumped out of my car and rolled the windows up so Rodger couldn’t escape, before closing the door and locking it. I walked over to the kid and held out my hand, “Can I see that?”
“No,” he scrunched his face and held his skateboard tightly to his chest.
I scoffed and leaned closer to him, “Come on, Kid. I just want to show you a trick.”
“I’m not allowed to talk to strangers,” he shook his head.
“I’m not a stranger. I live around the corner,” I rolled my eyes. He didn’t speak, making me groan in frustration, “I’m Harry. Can I see the damn skateboard now?”
“Ooh,” he pointed at me. “You said a bad word.” I growled and reached for his skateboard, yanking it out of his hands. “Hey! You stole my skateboard!”
“So? I stole that dog,” I pointed to Rodger who was inside the car panting and wagging his tail vigorously.
He huffed, “Give it back!”
“I just want to do a trick!” I snapped.
“Give me my skateboard!” his face grew redder and redder by the second. I’m sure it was no match compared to mine though. He should know better than to yell at me.
“You want it back?! Fine!” I shouted and lifted the skateboard over my head. I threw it hard against the ground, causing it to snap in two. “That thing was a piece of shit if it broke that easily,” I pointed to it and crossed my arms. His red face turned to a pale white color as tears began to fall down his face. He ran towards his front door yelling for his mummy. Pathetic fucking kid.
Mum. That’s right. Remembering that my mum and I had gone shopping for kitchen utensils, I walked over to the trunk of my car. I opened the trunk to reveal the shit we never removed from the car: a toaster, a blender, wooden spoons, whisks, and knives. Knives. Perfect. I ripped open the package of knives and pulled out the biggest one I could find. I closed the trunk and went to my side of the car to turn it on, leaving it running as I walked towards the kid’s house. I stopped at the car and slashed the tires, stabbing the knife with full force into the tires. Then, I ran to my car, opened the door, and sped off. That’ll teach the kid to not be so bitchy.
I decided on making one more stop before returning Rodger back to his sad life of being Bambi. There’s some prick who lives two streets down that’s in my grade. Darrell is his name. He’s in my grade and beats up freshman on a daily basis. It doesn’t feel good being the one taking the beating, I would know. He deserves a little revenge for that.
I pulled up to his house and yet again, I left my car running as I hopped out with the knife gripped in my hand. I was so happy to see he was home, meaning his car was waiting for me in the driveway. I realized it was getting dark outside which means school has probably been over for quite some time. Damn, I’ve been running around all day. I better make this fast.
I walked over to Darrell’s car and put gashes in his two front tires with the knife. I didn’t stop there. I took the knife and stabbed the front windshield of Darrell’s car. It took me three tries, but the glass finally shattered into and onto his car, making me feel giddy inside.
I ran to my car and hopped in as a playful laugh fell from my lips. As I drove away from his house, I looked back to find him frantically running out to his car. I giggled and turned forward to find a figure becoming brighter by my headlights. Before I could react, I hit it, and my head flew forward and hit the steering wheel.
It was like I suddenly woke up. With one blink, I was looking over at Rodger who seemed to be okay, just scared. With another blink, I was stumbling out of my car to find out what I had just hit. I blinked again, finding two legs sticking out from under the car. Next thing I knew, I was pulling the person out from under my car, trying and failing to control the panic I was feeling.
After one more blink, I was pressing my hand to the wound on the man’s leg. “I’m so sorry,” I cried. “I’m so so sorry.” My bottom lip trembled as I looked into the shocked man’s eyes. He had to be in his fifties, and he was dressed for a jog. “I’m sorry.” It seemed like those were the only words I knew. It seemed like only seconds before I heard sirens and saw the police car lights reflecting onto the man I was trying to help.
Before I knew it, I was being handcuffed by an officer. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an att…” his voice faded in my mind as I looked down at the man one last time.
“I’M SO SORRY!” I cried out to him as I was being pulled to the police car. I fucked up. I fucked my whole life up.
Present Day – Friday February 15th 2014
Iris’s POV:
“He wound up being okay, and he did everything he could to get me out of trouble because I was sincere,” Harry continued his story. “The police were already headed to Principal Gibson’s house because of the robbery of fucking Bambi. Everything happened so fast and apparently they saw the whole thing. They saw me pull Trip out from under the car, but they had to arrest me because they saw me hit him.”
He sighed before going on, “Everything I did, I was awful and I wish I could take it all back. I had to go to jail for a day while Trip did everything in his power to get me out from his hospital bed. My mum agreed to help me pay fines and I agreed to admit everything I’ve done as long as it meant I could be released. I had to pay a one thousand dollar fine for every car I wrecked and for stealing Rodger. I was supposed to get my license revoked for a year, but I guess Trip was good friends with my judge and convinced him to shorten it to six months. I had to pay a fine for my DUI too, and I had to go to DUI School, which I didn’t even know existed until I was there.”
“Remember when I blew up on you for beating up Georgia?” he asked randomly. I just nodded, at a loss for words from all he’s told me. “It wasn’t really you hurting her that I was mad about. I was furious because you were bullying everyone, getting as much revenge as you could as you vented out your anger. It just reminded me of what I did since I was doing everything because I was so stressed and angry about my life.”
He stood up and pointed to my torso before running his hands through his hair, “And you wore that ‘Sleeping with Sirens’ shirt that Gemma let you borrow. Seeing the word ‘sirens’ made me cringe. I was reminded yet again that I hadn’t told you yet. I felt awful, but I’ve been so scared you’d leave me. I still am.” I stared down at my lap and tried to process everything that I’ve heard.
"I didn't want to go to Andrew's because I knew his party would be different," he groaned. "Everyone's parties are like that. Our group throw simple parties because of what happened with me. They don't want cops knocking on their doors and arresting me for drinking under age and smoking weed illegally." Still, I sat their quietly taking everything in.
“When I saw those cops tonight, I freaked out. If they catch me doing something again, there’s nothing Trip will be able to do to help me. I didn’t mean to push you, it was stupid of me to do that. I feel horrible for almost having you caught when I’d rather go to jail than see you behind bars. I wouldn’t be surprised if you hated me. I’d hate me if I were you. I already hate me.” I looked up at him with confusion written all over my face as tears threatened to spill out of my eyes. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t.
“I’m so sorry, Angel,” he said after finishing his explanation. “I should’ve told you a long time ago.”
I know he regrets everything he did, but it happened. I can’t help but think about how sad that kid was, or how upset and furious those people were about their cars. That poor man, Trip, must've been in excruciating pain from the impact of Harry's car to his leg. Harry did such horrible things. It’s all in the past, but it’s a lot to take in. This would be so much easier if he had told me in the beginning. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t have because I wasn’t in love with him at the time. I don’t know. I’m so unsure about what to say to him because I don’t want it to be the wrong thing.
“I knew you’d hate me,” hurt flashed through his eyes.
“W-what?” I stuttered. “Harry, I could never hate you.”
“You don’t have to lie, Angel,” anger started to come over him.
“I’m not,” I said silently.
He shook his head and gripped his curls, “I really don’t deserve you, so it’s okay. I understand.”
And with that, he ran out of my room and out of my house. I sat on the bed trying to gather my thoughts. What just happened? What did he mean by that? Does he really think I want to leave him or hate him in any way?
I’m so exhausted from this horrible day, but I doubt I’ll be getting any sleep tonight. Not after that. Why couldn’t he just stay? I wanted him to stay. I just needed to think for a minute. Isn’t that reasonable?
Oh Harry.
12:06 AM Saturday February 16th 2014
Harry’s POV:
I let out a high pitched growl and knocked everything off of my dresser, hearing things break as they smashed against the floor. I breathed heavily as I gripped my curls in my hands and paced my room. I started yelling more, throwing things around my room and kicking my dresser.
“Harry!” Gemma worriedly ran into my room. “Harry, what’s wrong?”
“Get out!” I demanded without looking at her.
I felt her hand touch my shoulder which I quickly yanked away, “Harry, please talk to me.”
“Leave!” I begged, on the verge of crying.
“No!”
“You ruined my life!” I yelled as I faced her and her angry expression turned to hurt. “You ruined my fucking life and now I’ll never be good for her!”
She took a step towards me, “Har-“
“I’m a criminal,” tears began rushing down my cheeks. “I’m a criminal,” I repeated, sobbing as I fell to the floor and buried my face into my hands.
“Shh,” Gemma hushed me and sat down beside me. She rubbed my back soothingly and rested her head onto my shoulder. “You’re not a criminal, Harry. You just did some things we’re not proud of, but-“
“I have a criminal record,” I snapped. “That makes me a fucking fugitive.” She wasn't even home for all of this. What does she know about it? All she's done is hear my mum's explanations about it.
“You were angry,” she reminded me. “If anything, you handled it better than most people would have. How many people have you seen on the news who have killed someone because they were furious with them? You may have hit Trip, but it was an accident and you helped him. You understand the difference between right and wrong, Harry. You came clean about everything, and there were consequences that you dealt with.”
“What if she leaves me?” I cried and looked into Gem’s eyes. “I won’t be able to provide her a future with a criminal record.”
Gemma shot me a slight smile and rubbed my back more, “Harry, your record isn’t that bad. You have DUI, theft, and car vandalism on there. It’s not like you have drug dealing, murderer, or serial killer. You stole a dog from your principal. I’m pretty sure people will just find that funny. As for Iris, I doubt she’ll ever leave you. She loves you so much.”
“She should leave me,” I muttered and rubbed the back of my hand across the bottom of my nose. “It’ll only happen again, and it’ll hurt her. I don’t want to hurt her.”
“Then don’t, Harry,” her voice sounded somewhat whiny as she wrapped her arms around me, allowing me to cry on her shoulder.
I don’t want to, but I just know I will…
Notes
Extremely long chapter, that's why it took me an extra day to write it. I was going to make this a two part chapter, but I know I've been torturing you guys for quite some time, so I just made this chapter extra long. Now you know Harry's secret. You're welcome haha.
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