Good Intentions

MEGHAN’S POV

I watch as Will’s long legs carry him across the floor in a very determined manner, almost stomping. I open my mouth to speak but decide against it otherwise, judging by the expression on his face. I slide my chair back and follow him but the door is shut before I get to the door. I stand at the door and question knocking and decide to stand and listen instead. I lean in closer to the door, my ear almost touching it. I listen as I hear drawers open and close then the bathroom door opened, the shower turned on, then closed. I listen as the water stream is interrupted, I step away and take my place back at the table, finishing my work.

I watch Mom as she puts the final touches on dinner and clear the table of my things. I have yet to see Dad come in and wonder if I should check on him but decide against it.

I hear Will knocking around in his room and go to the door and knock twice. I hear him tell me to come in, I open the door and walk in slowly, noticing the scowl on his face.
“I confronted our ‘Dad’ today about my being taken.”, the word dad said with much sarcasm. I take a seat on the bed at the weight of the words he just spoke. I shake internally for fear and remember clearly how he slapped me.
“Will”
“That’s not my name, so please stop calling me that. We all know my name is Harry.”
“You don’t know how Dad is when questioned, he can get quite violent”
“I’m not afraid of him, atleast I don’t think I am, right now anyway.” He says pulling the chair away from the desk and sitting in it.
I watch as his hand goes to his head, his fingers go through his hair and linger on top of his head as if he were thinking.
“I’ve got to get out of here”

Our attention is broken when we hear the back door slammed and Dad enter the house. We stop talking and listen intently as he speaks to mom in a hushed voice, all movement in the kitchen stopped. Foot steps are heard again and dinner is called.
Harry steps out of the room first, I follow and we make our way to the table and sit in our chair.

Dinner is eaten in silence glares are exchanged between dad and Harry, nothing more until Dad clears his throat.
“Will here has chosen to confront me today about how he came to us and I have decided to let him know exactly why he is here.
Will, you are here to save the heart of many girls and mothers. I watched my heartbroken mother cry out in anguish from the floor of our living room over my sister running away with a musician in a band, very much as yourself.
After reading up on you, I also came to realize that your life had lost direction and purpose.”

With that said, Harry, places his fork down and looks at him, “Since when did my life become yours to choose for me. I had not lost direction or purpose, it just wasn’t what you thought I should be doing. I’m still young for Christ sake, cant I make some mistakes?”
With that he stood and went to his room, closing the door behind him.
“You weren’t dismissed from the table, young man.”
The bedroom door opens, “Yes, I am a young man and I don’t need your permission to leave the fucking table or your permission for anything for that matter.” He steps back in and shuts the door.

I watch as my dad walks over to the drawer and withdraws a key, walks to Harry’s door and locks it.
I feel as though I am shrinking into my chair with fear. I feel Mom’s hand cover mine in some type of assurance. I just don’t see how she can protect me from him.
I sit there and listen, the house is deathly quiet. I hear Harry laughing and think he has truly lost it.
I watch as Dad comes back to the table, takes a seat and finishes eating. We both take the cue and continue eating as well.

From Harry’s room, at the top of his lungs he starts singing.

“You say you’re a good girl,
but I know you would girl,
Cause you’ve been telling me all night
With your little white, little white lies
With your little white, little white lies.

Shall I sing a verse or two or take requests? I’ll be here all night folks”
He starts laughing again.

I truly start to wonder if he has gone crazy. He’s antagonizing Dad, provoking him.
With that, a plate is flung across the kitchen and shatters against the wall. Fear has taken hold of me and I cant move out of my chair.
I am pulled out of my chair and taken to my room and told to stay there by my mom. All I can do is cry.

I listen as she tries to calm him down and talk some sense into him. He’ll have none of it. She sits on the couch and looks at him, I stand in the door way of my room, watching everything.

The singing stops for a moment and I take a hopeful breath that all will calm down. I think too soon. The door on Harry’s room flies open as he kicks it out.
“Wow! It’s as easy as they make it look on TV” he says leaning his head out of the room looking at what he accomplished. He nods his head, proud of himself, and steps out.
He rubs his hands together and announces, “So who’s taking me into town?”

I watch in fear as my dad makes his way to him, knowing things are about to get violent.
He stands directly in front of Harry and before he can think or speak Harry lands a punch between his eyes. I watch as he stumbles around and tries to get his footing, Harry following his every move, fists ready to strike again.
His hands reach towards the table to steady him, two punches almost simultaneously strike him, causing him to loose his balance and fall to the floor.

I watch as my mom walks into the kitchen and then she is out of my sight.
Harry circles him, saying nothing. Judging by how things are playing out, I don’t think Dad was prepared for this.
“What did you think I did in my spare time, play video games?” he laughs a little, “well, we did, but we also had to stay in shape and the more I worked the more I remembered things like that.
I may not remember a lot but its coming to me, slowly but surely.”
He cracks his knuckles, stands back and watches him as he tries to stand.

I only see a portion of what happens but I do see my dad suddenly slump, my mom walk towards Harry and hug him tight as she places the cap on the needle.

I slide down the wall feeling as though a huge burden has been lifted off of me.

I watch as Harry takes him under the arms, my mom, his feet and take him to Harry’s bed and restraints applied to his hands and feet. Restraints intended for Harry if the need ever rose

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