Binding Rules
I Think I Know. (50th Chapter)
…At Night…
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Harmony's POV:
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“Has he picked up yet?” I ask impatiently, while Gemma sobs beside me. “No, but I’m sure they’ll find him.” Eleanor sighs, redialing Harry’s number through my phone. From the moment that Gemma sat with us here, she had to explain everything to the rest of the household members. I knew all of the details about her leaving Harry alone, disappearing without further notice. But what I didn’t know is that she ran away to build a life away from the sadness of her parent’s death.
She wanted sometime alone, to focus on her life and to toughen herself out of the depressed phase. Even though she might have a reason, but still it isn’t good enough to leave her younger brother like some house pet. She, however, was aware of this; and that’s why she came back to reunite with her brother. She is stronger, more independent; at least that’s what she claims.
I can’t hide the reality of me being able to understand her. She had her reasons, but still look what her actions made Harry become. I don’t only blame Laura to be the only reason of his character change; I blame Gemma and the feeling she left with a seventeen-year old Harry.
I could understand everything now: Gemma left him, Laura played with him until she left too; it made him feel that he could lose anyone that he cares about. That’s what made him block the capability of loving or caring for someone so much; the fear of losing them would hurt him like a strong blade. Since Harry didn’t show up all day, the men decided to go search for him. They have been out for three hours now, yet no one could find him. I am scared to the extreme, but I can’t show it; it will cause a bigger chaos than the one existing.
“Where would he go? He’s not at any local bar, he’s not at any close diner; where could he just dissapp-…” I cut Eleanor’s whining, when a thought snaps in my mind. “I think I know.” Gemma and Eleanor stare at me like I have transformed to a plant all of a sudden. “Where?” They ask in the same time, staring at me impatiently for the answer. “Gemma, do you know which cemetery your parents where buried in?”
She blinks in amazement, feeling that I may be right with my prediction. “It’s twenty minutes away from here.” I nod at her, since the only cemetery that is this close; is the same one that my foster parents where buried in. “I’ll come with you.” Gemma exclaims, but I shake my head in denial.“I think he’d want time till he’s able to communicate with you. (She nods in understanding, while I rub her shoulder) Just pray that I will be able to find him there.” Eleanor replies: “My car is outside. (She hands me her keys) Contact me if you find him, darling.”
…Twenty Minutes Later (At the Cemetery)…
The air is suffocating at this heated night. I could barely see anyone from the distance I am at, but I take my chances to precede my search. I keep my footsteps slow and quiet, since I don’t want to cause a triggering tone. I hate being at this burial area, because it reminds me of the two losses in my life. The Lockwood’s couple were the only parents I had, and I suffered a lot when I lost them both in the same week.
It has been a month since I visited their graves, simply because my life went upside down recently. I notice a large bottle placed over an engraved stone from a distance, which made me quicken my footsteps towards the location. I look down to the hand wrapped around the bottle, making me gasp when I notice the limping body. “(I whisper, fearing the situation) Harry?”
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Harmony's POV:
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“Has he picked up yet?” I ask impatiently, while Gemma sobs beside me. “No, but I’m sure they’ll find him.” Eleanor sighs, redialing Harry’s number through my phone. From the moment that Gemma sat with us here, she had to explain everything to the rest of the household members. I knew all of the details about her leaving Harry alone, disappearing without further notice. But what I didn’t know is that she ran away to build a life away from the sadness of her parent’s death.
She wanted sometime alone, to focus on her life and to toughen herself out of the depressed phase. Even though she might have a reason, but still it isn’t good enough to leave her younger brother like some house pet. She, however, was aware of this; and that’s why she came back to reunite with her brother. She is stronger, more independent; at least that’s what she claims.
I can’t hide the reality of me being able to understand her. She had her reasons, but still look what her actions made Harry become. I don’t only blame Laura to be the only reason of his character change; I blame Gemma and the feeling she left with a seventeen-year old Harry.
I could understand everything now: Gemma left him, Laura played with him until she left too; it made him feel that he could lose anyone that he cares about. That’s what made him block the capability of loving or caring for someone so much; the fear of losing them would hurt him like a strong blade. Since Harry didn’t show up all day, the men decided to go search for him. They have been out for three hours now, yet no one could find him. I am scared to the extreme, but I can’t show it; it will cause a bigger chaos than the one existing.
“Where would he go? He’s not at any local bar, he’s not at any close diner; where could he just dissapp-…” I cut Eleanor’s whining, when a thought snaps in my mind. “I think I know.” Gemma and Eleanor stare at me like I have transformed to a plant all of a sudden. “Where?” They ask in the same time, staring at me impatiently for the answer. “Gemma, do you know which cemetery your parents where buried in?”
She blinks in amazement, feeling that I may be right with my prediction. “It’s twenty minutes away from here.” I nod at her, since the only cemetery that is this close; is the same one that my foster parents where buried in. “I’ll come with you.” Gemma exclaims, but I shake my head in denial.“I think he’d want time till he’s able to communicate with you. (She nods in understanding, while I rub her shoulder) Just pray that I will be able to find him there.” Eleanor replies: “My car is outside. (She hands me her keys) Contact me if you find him, darling.”
…Twenty Minutes Later (At the Cemetery)…
The air is suffocating at this heated night. I could barely see anyone from the distance I am at, but I take my chances to precede my search. I keep my footsteps slow and quiet, since I don’t want to cause a triggering tone. I hate being at this burial area, because it reminds me of the two losses in my life. The Lockwood’s couple were the only parents I had, and I suffered a lot when I lost them both in the same week.
It has been a month since I visited their graves, simply because my life went upside down recently. I notice a large bottle placed over an engraved stone from a distance, which made me quicken my footsteps towards the location. I look down to the hand wrapped around the bottle, making me gasp when I notice the limping body. “(I whisper, fearing the situation) Harry?”
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