Keeping Hope

"He did it on purpose" Harry leaned in even closer, his face just an inch away from Emma's. It took all of her strength not to shut her eyes.
"What do you mean he?" She asked in a shaky voice.
"It was no accident" Harry said again. But this time, he did not shout. His voice was broken. As if he had no strength to fight anymore. He let his hands fall to his sides his face tilted to the ground.

Harry's POV
I said too much. I see it in her face- her eyes, she is scared of me, she doesn't trust me, I fucking blew it. I am ready to turn and walk out when I feel her fingers closing over my wrist
"Who did it? Harry! You have to tell me- was it Tyler? Did he pull the trigger? Did he kill Hope?" I hear the despair in her voice, wanting so much to hear the truth. I turn to face her "Leave it Emma" I hiss
"No- you said it was on purpose! If it was then she got murdered!- Harry your sister was murdered?" Her eyes are so big and blue I thought I'll drown in them.
"Why do you even care? You hate me!" I scoff her
"I don't hate you" She said quietly. She let go of my arm, but her eyes were still peering into mine waiting for an answer.
"But you don't trust me.. So why should I trust you?" I know I'm being a hard arse but I want to see what this girl is made of. I want to see how hard she is willing to push to get the truth.
"I never gave you a reason not to trust me, you on the other hand don't get to have that privilege" She crosses her hands over her chest, narrowing her eyes at me "And I do care! I believe in justice! I believe that a person should not get away with such a big crime- he should not get rewarded for killing"
"Fair enough" I turn from her in dismissal. That's when I notice the painting on the wall. It is the same kind of painting up in Hope's room- it even seems like the same shore line, but from a different angle. My eyes find what I was looking for next, it was right there on the left side K. Hope.
"It was Tyler" I sigh and face Emma once again.
She was studying my face before she offered a reply.
"You were there" She didn't ask but stated something she already knew. She walks pass me to the glass door leading to the back garden. She opens it and signals me to follow her. After taking a seat next to her she looks up at me, hands in her lap.
"Tell me everything that happened"

*Flash back- two years ago*

When I walk into that old shack I hear noises. This was where Hope and I used to play hide and seek when we were younger. I came here now to get away from Linda, she was driving me insane!
I hear pleading. I didn't think anyone but Hope and I came to this place.
"Please- Tyler- Stop! Get of me" I hear Hope's voice cry.
I move faster, letting the sound of her voice guide me. What I see makes the blood run hot to my head. Tyler was leaning on top of Hope- he ripped her shirt feeling her up. She was trying to push him off of her, but he was much stronger. Without losing another moment I leap and push him to the floor, throwing a punch at his jaw "Get the fuck away from her" I shout at him. Hope clenched to the ripped fabric that was once her Tshirt.
"Fuck you! You little shit" Tyler spat trying to punch me back, but I get away, leaving him to punch air.
"I will show you motherfucker! You don't push me you fucking nitwit" He hisses. As Tyler lunched himself I move to stand in front of Hope to make sure she will not get hurt. Her face was already marked, her eyeliner running down her red cheeks, mixing with her tears. I knew that by tomorrow the red will turn purple. I wanted to hurt him! Hurt him so bad.
"If you touch my sister again I swear I will kill you" I spat at him, if I could spit fire I would.
"That slut? She puts out for anyone who just glances her way" Tyler laughed in my face. I lost it- jumping at him, I knock him back punching his face repeatedly- over and over again until blood was drawn. I wanted him to hurt! He was her boyfriend he should never talk about her that way! He shouldn't treat her that way either. I felt Hope pulling at me begging me to stop. But I couldn't- not until I am satisfied. I wipe at my forehead as I pull back from him. I can feel his blood where I have just touched my skin. I glance at Hope. I see the hurt in her eyes, and my heart broke. I take of my jacket giving it to her so she could cover up her body.
"Are you ok?" I ask her. It sounds cold, as if I don't really care But I do, more then she would ever know. She wasn't just my sister- she was my twin, and I could feel the pain Tyler caused her as if it was me instead of her.
"Just take me home" She says pushing past me. She held her head high trying to save what little dignity she had left. I feel a movement in back of me. I turn back to see what Tyler is up to.
He sat up, wiping the blood away from his eyes, in his right hand he held a gun, pointing it up at me.
"No!" I shout. I didn't shout at Tyler. I shouted at Hope. She must have turned when I did. How else would she be fast enough to push in front of me. I heard two gun shots, and she was down. Tyler fainted, too much blood loss, but I didn't care for him. The only thing I cared about was my sister who was lying on the ground clasping her chest.
"What have you done?" I fall to my knees beside her holding her up against me "Hope- what have you done?!" I say again.
"I… He… was.. going.. to.. shoot.. you.." She was having a hard time breathing.
"Why did you stand in front of me? Stay with me- Hope stay with me I'm calling for help- Don't leave me Hope!" I was crying, I reach out for my phone but I already know it is too late, she was gone.


Emma's POV

I wipe the tears from my eyes. Harry wasn't looking at me, he was gazing at a point in the horizon, remembering, going through it all over again. His voice was pained, hurting for the loss of his sister.
"Harry" I say after a long silence. I reach to touch his arm. His skin was warmer then what I thought it would be. He turned to look at me. His eyes red, but no tears showed.
"I'm sorry" I say quietly.
"What are you sorry for? You weren't there, you didn't kill her" His voice was hoarse.
"No.. I didn't.. but I am sorry" I reply. When he doesn't answer me I continue "I'm sorry for your loss, and I am sorry for your hurt, and for two lost years in juvie"
"Well…." He starts but doesn't finish.
"How come you got blamed for Hope's death?" I believed his story. He was telling me the truth I heard it in his voice when he told it, no one would lie about something like this with so much pain in their voice and eyes.
"Because Tyler is a fucking liar, and I beat him so bad he needed to be hospitalized, and his dad is a fucked up dick just like his son, they said it was all me, that I came in drunk waving the gun- I had one beer- only one I promise! I wasn't drunk" Harry took hold of my hands staring straight at me, pleading with me to believe him. And I did. How could I not?
"I believe you Harry! I really do" I assure him
"You do?" He asks not quite trusting me. I nod my head at him, I see relief in his eyes, when it finally downs on him, I actually believe he is innocent.
"You believe me" He inches closer, his eyes never leaving mine, and my heart aches for this boy in front of me, who suffered too much, too soon, and for nothing- for a crime he did not commit.
"Come on" I say. I get up to my feet, pulling his hands up with me.
"Where are we going?"
"To find my father, we need to tell him"
"NO! no no no- Emma- we can't- not yet" I spin back at him my expression confused. Why would he stop me from telling my dad- he is the chief after all- he would help.
"Emma listen to me.. If I go now to your dad- after two years in juvie- blaming Tyler, it won't look good, not after he spent two weeks in the hospital because of me" Harry was leaning down so he could be at the same eye level as me.
"I don't understand"
"When the medics came and took away Hope's body, Tyler woke up screaming that I had done this- that it was all my fault- and that he tried to stop me and I beat him. I had his blood all over me, and Hope's blood too. I tried telling them it wasn't true, but then his dad came and they locked me up, and got a statement out of Tyler, and by then it didn't matter what I had to say, it was Tyler's word against mine, and it was final"
"Does your mum believe you?" I asked
"Yes, she's my mum she knew us and the relationship we shared as twins better than anyone, but it didn't help we didn't have the recourses or the power Tyler's family has, my mum and Dylan were the only two who believed me"
"And now I believe you too! But we have to tell my dad- you can't take the fall for that monster" I attempt to change his mind about going to my dad.
"I will go to your dad, once I have a way to give him proof of my innocents and make sure Tyler is put away for what he did" Harry promises me
"And how would you manage that?" I challenge
"I'm not sure yet, but Sam said something at school today, it seemed as if he knows more than he is letting on"
"Harry, Jennifer is dating that Tyler" I suddenly remember.
"I know, that is why I am keeping a close eye on her, trying to make sure she is safe"
"You're a good guy Harry" I suddenly say. He truly is. He is not the mean violent person everyone claims him to be. He is caring and selfless putting others before himself.
"Did I just get a compliment from the girl who doesn't trust me?" He smirks at me.
"Let's have a new start Harry, clean page" I stretch out my hand for him to shake.
"All right, Hi I'm Harry" He smiled clasping my hand in his, giving it a firm shake. I smile up at him, seeing a new side of this boy, the fun side, the one without the weight of the world sinking him into the ground. For a slight moment I imagine a life where Hope wasn't dead, and Harry was this boy standing in front of me.
"You know Emma? You don't smile enough" He winked heading back into the house.


Harry's POV

A few hours later I am standing at the window of my room regretting everything. When I got back home I found my mum washing up dishes as she cried. She still cried for Hope, and for me, and for the life we lost as a family.
This plan is stupid. I should let it go. I should have never tried to get close to Emma. Should have never told her what really happened. This is a mistake. I punch the wall. The light in Emma's room goes on. I see her putting that book she carries around on her dresser as she leans closer to her mirror. There is no light on in my room so she can't see me staring. I don't know what this girl's story is. I don't know why she seems so sad, why she clenches on to that book of hers not letting anyone near it. I noted the annoyance in her eyes when she caught me looking through it earlier today and was sure she'll have a meltdown, but instead she just swiped it out of my hand as if it was nothing. This girl went through enough it seems, I shouldn't drag her through my problems too. I should let it be. I am out of juvie, I am free, I should put all of my effort into making sure my mum is happy, making it up to her. As long as my mum and I know the truth.. it should be enough for us..I remember the painting in Emma's living room, the one by the same artist as Hope's painting. What is it with this girl? How is it she managed to get under my skin? Just then Emma turns around to the window. I take a step back, letting the darkness cover me. She looks straight at me, but she can't see. Her eyes are red. Has she been crying?
I make a vow to myself. I will do all in my power so this girl will never hurt again as she is hurting now, no matter what caused this pain. I meant it when I told her she doesn't smile enough. If you never seen her smile, you wouldn't understand what I'm talking about. It is something I have never seen before. It is as if the sun shoots a beam of light straight to your heart, which keeps it warm and puts you at peace, makes you happy.
Don't mistake this for love- I am not in love with this girl. How can I be? I met her only two weeks ago, she is stubborn, and keeps to herself, she speaks her mind and makes my blood boil with annoyance with that righteousness of hers. But she does intrigue me. She is not weak. She does not care what others think, and she is not mean like other girls I know.
There is something different about her. I know she is the chief's daughter and I should stay away. Maybe I would have been able to if I hadn't told her the truth of what had happen years ago. She will not leave it now, and she might get hurt because of it, and if she does it will be on me.

That night Harry's nightmare was back, tossing and turning reliving my death, but each time it is slightly different. At three he gives up on sleeping, going out with Hoover at his side, walking across town to visit me. It is the first time I see him cry since the day I died, and I wish I could comfort him, promise him it will be all right, that he will be happy again, and so will mum, but I know it is long before they will reach those days. One thing I do know, and I have a feeling he knows it too. He has Emma now, and she will make his heart whole again, with her help he will get through this, once he figures it out and lets her in.

Notes

So Harry finally told Emma... I wonder when she'll start sharing with him...
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