Lonely Hearts Club
Blame The Wind
''I'm not who you think I am Harry.'' He gave her a look urging Sophie-Mae to continue. ''Well I am who you think, me caring about you, and what I told you about my brother is completley true.''
''Well how do you explain this.'' He butted in shoving the failed internet searched in my face.
''My name. My name is not Sophie-Mae Channing.''
''So you lied.''
''But I have good reasoning Harry. I swear. My real name is Bo Reynolds.''
''What? Why would you lie about something like that?''
''Like I said I have good reasoning, which I will explain, but first go over there and search Tom Reynolds this time.'' She gestured towards the laptop sitting on the coffee table. Harry wasted no time in in clutching th laptop and bringing up google. She watched with pain and worry filling her eyes as he began to type, unfortunately he was a fast typer. T-O-M R-EY-N-O-L-D-S. Before she knew it the mouse was hovering over the search button. Surprisingly Harry turned to 'Bo' for reassurance. She grudgingly nodded her head slightly and the search results began to load. She squinted her eyes as results began to load and tears were felt pricking her eyes.
Harry had clicked on a certain news article, one of the first results and felt the need to read it aloud. This was not helping Bo who was fighting back tears.
''Respected Reynolds family harrassed by deceased son's unpaid debts.'' The headline read. Confusion was written across his face but soon he continued to read, aloud. Bo still not opening her eyes. ''Respected Family from a small rural town just outside of London have recently found themselves being harrassed by the deceased son's unpaid drug dealers. Tom Reynolds died on 3rd August 2011 after his liver finally gave way, from years of alcohol abuse, but he left something behind, to be cleared up only by his un-suspecting relatives. Not only had Tom Reynolds abused his body with alcohol, but also with drugs and Mr. Reynolds, 28, died before being able to pay off his huge debt he had worked up over the years. The total amount is not known but it was large enough for the dealers to come after his family whilst the grieved. On the night16th August 2011 the family home was invaded. Mr and Mrs Reynolds, both 48, and their daughter Bo Reynolds, 17...'' Tears were now freely flowing down Bo's face as she knew what was coming next, he paused at the mention of her name before continuing. ''The family were held hostage for a scrutinizingly long 36 hours before the men were forced off of the premesis after a suspected police presence. Bo is thought to have bared the brunt of the men's brutal attacks, after attempting to protect her parents. Miss Reynolds is currently in a coma after suffering horrific injuries, the kind you would see in horror movies and has been commended for her bravery.'' Before Harry could read anymore Bo slammed the lid of the laptop shut.
''I think that's enough for now.'' She stood up to leave but before she could realise she was in her own apartment Harry grabbed her wrist and spun her backround, discarding the laptop to the side.
''Is that why you had to change your name? For protection.''
She nodded shyly. Well there is a first time for everything. ''The police recommended it.''
''Are they still after you?''
''As far as the police know, they could be, but they said to not give them a penny and hope they back off. Well these aren't a few spotty little teenagers we are talking about here, these guys are hardcore criminals, and they'll stop at nothing. So my dad gave them what they wanted, and they backed off. Havn't seen or heard a word from them since, and there is no need for my fake identity anymore, I guess I've just stuck with it, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten that night.'' She trailed off into a whisper.
Harry's tight grip round her wrist changed to soothingly rubbing his hand up and down her arm.
''How long were you in a coma for?''
''...3 months. But it was nothing to me. When I woke up I was just relieved my parents escaped with barely a scratch.''
''What did they do to you.''' His voice was now dark, and boiling with anger.
''I'd rather not talk about it.''
''I need to know.'' He snapped.
''You know what Harry no you don't. You and I are not, and never will be friends, I've tried to help you and to be honest even I'm starting to loose my patience with you. I don't understand why you've come marching over here demanding to know everything about me, when all I know about you is the stuff I read in the magazines. I shouldn't of told you all of this. I didn't need to.'' She muttered the last four words under her breath.
Bo.'' She cringed at the sound. It's not like she hated her name, she loved it, it had just been a while since she heard it.
''No Harry. I don't know what you want with me, but I couldn't care less. I've been fine this past week without you and I don't need you. Please.Just.Go.
''No you havn't Bo.'' It's like he enjoyed making her cringe.
''What?''
''You weren't fine without me Bo. That glint in your eyes had gone.''
''What? How would you know?''
''I may have accidentally ran into you a few times without your knowledge.''
''Harry that's creepy.'' If he wasn't a major celebrity, she would have been screaming by now.
''I had to see if you really cared. If you really cared about what I was doing to myself. By the way I really like that jumper you were wearing on Monday.'' He chuckled the last part.
''Shutup you stalker! And Harry I do care, of course I do, I'm not saying what happened to me is going to happen to your family, as far as I know you just stick to alcohol, but please just think about the effect this has on all of them.''
''I can't stop. This is who I am now Bo.''
''No it's who the devil has made you. I remember that fresh faced 16 year old with his whole life ahead of him. Now look at you, your family and bandmates won't even talk to you.''
''Bo..''
''Don't Bo me. Now if your not going to let me help you, or even help yourself then I'm afraid I can't talk to you anymore. It would break my heart to have to see you fall apart infront of me, it'll be easier to handle if it's just on magazine front pages.''
''So your just going to pretend I never existed?' He snapped again with a hint of questioning in his voice.
There was a second of silence.
''Yes.''
''Well how do you explain this.'' He butted in shoving the failed internet searched in my face.
''My name. My name is not Sophie-Mae Channing.''
''So you lied.''
''But I have good reasoning Harry. I swear. My real name is Bo Reynolds.''
''What? Why would you lie about something like that?''
''Like I said I have good reasoning, which I will explain, but first go over there and search Tom Reynolds this time.'' She gestured towards the laptop sitting on the coffee table. Harry wasted no time in in clutching th laptop and bringing up google. She watched with pain and worry filling her eyes as he began to type, unfortunately he was a fast typer. T-O-M R-EY-N-O-L-D-S. Before she knew it the mouse was hovering over the search button. Surprisingly Harry turned to 'Bo' for reassurance. She grudgingly nodded her head slightly and the search results began to load. She squinted her eyes as results began to load and tears were felt pricking her eyes.
Harry had clicked on a certain news article, one of the first results and felt the need to read it aloud. This was not helping Bo who was fighting back tears.
''Respected Reynolds family harrassed by deceased son's unpaid debts.'' The headline read. Confusion was written across his face but soon he continued to read, aloud. Bo still not opening her eyes. ''Respected Family from a small rural town just outside of London have recently found themselves being harrassed by the deceased son's unpaid drug dealers. Tom Reynolds died on 3rd August 2011 after his liver finally gave way, from years of alcohol abuse, but he left something behind, to be cleared up only by his un-suspecting relatives. Not only had Tom Reynolds abused his body with alcohol, but also with drugs and Mr. Reynolds, 28, died before being able to pay off his huge debt he had worked up over the years. The total amount is not known but it was large enough for the dealers to come after his family whilst the grieved. On the night16th August 2011 the family home was invaded. Mr and Mrs Reynolds, both 48, and their daughter Bo Reynolds, 17...'' Tears were now freely flowing down Bo's face as she knew what was coming next, he paused at the mention of her name before continuing. ''The family were held hostage for a scrutinizingly long 36 hours before the men were forced off of the premesis after a suspected police presence. Bo is thought to have bared the brunt of the men's brutal attacks, after attempting to protect her parents. Miss Reynolds is currently in a coma after suffering horrific injuries, the kind you would see in horror movies and has been commended for her bravery.'' Before Harry could read anymore Bo slammed the lid of the laptop shut.
''I think that's enough for now.'' She stood up to leave but before she could realise she was in her own apartment Harry grabbed her wrist and spun her backround, discarding the laptop to the side.
''Is that why you had to change your name? For protection.''
She nodded shyly. Well there is a first time for everything. ''The police recommended it.''
''Are they still after you?''
''As far as the police know, they could be, but they said to not give them a penny and hope they back off. Well these aren't a few spotty little teenagers we are talking about here, these guys are hardcore criminals, and they'll stop at nothing. So my dad gave them what they wanted, and they backed off. Havn't seen or heard a word from them since, and there is no need for my fake identity anymore, I guess I've just stuck with it, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten that night.'' She trailed off into a whisper.
Harry's tight grip round her wrist changed to soothingly rubbing his hand up and down her arm.
''How long were you in a coma for?''
''...3 months. But it was nothing to me. When I woke up I was just relieved my parents escaped with barely a scratch.''
''What did they do to you.''' His voice was now dark, and boiling with anger.
''I'd rather not talk about it.''
''I need to know.'' He snapped.
''You know what Harry no you don't. You and I are not, and never will be friends, I've tried to help you and to be honest even I'm starting to loose my patience with you. I don't understand why you've come marching over here demanding to know everything about me, when all I know about you is the stuff I read in the magazines. I shouldn't of told you all of this. I didn't need to.'' She muttered the last four words under her breath.
Bo.'' She cringed at the sound. It's not like she hated her name, she loved it, it had just been a while since she heard it.
''No Harry. I don't know what you want with me, but I couldn't care less. I've been fine this past week without you and I don't need you. Please.Just.Go.
''No you havn't Bo.'' It's like he enjoyed making her cringe.
''What?''
''You weren't fine without me Bo. That glint in your eyes had gone.''
''What? How would you know?''
''I may have accidentally ran into you a few times without your knowledge.''
''Harry that's creepy.'' If he wasn't a major celebrity, she would have been screaming by now.
''I had to see if you really cared. If you really cared about what I was doing to myself. By the way I really like that jumper you were wearing on Monday.'' He chuckled the last part.
''Shutup you stalker! And Harry I do care, of course I do, I'm not saying what happened to me is going to happen to your family, as far as I know you just stick to alcohol, but please just think about the effect this has on all of them.''
''I can't stop. This is who I am now Bo.''
''No it's who the devil has made you. I remember that fresh faced 16 year old with his whole life ahead of him. Now look at you, your family and bandmates won't even talk to you.''
''Bo..''
''Don't Bo me. Now if your not going to let me help you, or even help yourself then I'm afraid I can't talk to you anymore. It would break my heart to have to see you fall apart infront of me, it'll be easier to handle if it's just on magazine front pages.''
''So your just going to pretend I never existed?' He snapped again with a hint of questioning in his voice.
There was a second of silence.
''Yes.''
Notes
PLEASE READ:I won't be able to update many of my stories very often in the next 2 weeks because yeah I'm on study leave but I have 12 exams to revise for so im gonna be a tad busy
But the good news is after that my workload will get smaller so ill have more free time hopefully.
Sophie..x
11/18/13