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Authors: Sarah Elizabeth
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was given the chance to show him, prove to him that I can be, that I am the one who can make him happy.
I asked him to stay, but he wouldn’ t. I wanted him to talk to me and explain everything, but he refused and left, again.
When he said he was sorry, when he asked me not to blame him for what’s happened and for what’s happening, was it because he knew I was about to find out about all of this? Would it be right to assume he knew all along, and that our relationship was in fact built on a lie?
The sound o f hurried footsteps drawing near makes me feel somewhat anxious, but it’s not likely whoever it is will know I’m here anyway. The moonlight is shimmering off of the water, and there’s some light from the nearest lamp shining by the wall, but where I’m sitting is in complete darkness.
“Yes, I told you this already … No, I have no fucking idea … You should have taken my advice and let me handle this!”
His words are snarled , but I can’t hear anyone else. He must be speaking into his cell phone.
“They’re everywhere … No, she doesn’t but she will … Just … Yes, I know it’s hard, you tell me every day, but bro you need to let me deal with this … You should never have …”
Harry.
His voice, the way he’s talking, almost shouting. He sounds pissed … really pissed.
“I’ll deal with the girl. Meet me in the usual place at midnight. I didn’t sign up for this type of heat, bro.”
With th at, the call ends. Whatever he’s up to, I don’t like the sound of it at all, and because of everything that’s happened, well I’m guessing I’m the girl he needs to take care of, whatever the hell that means.
The usual place at midnight. I need to know what he’s doing and why. I want to know why he’s suddenly appeared from out of nowhere when things in my life are beginning to turn bat shit crazy. Surely his presence is more than just a coincidence? I’m damned sure he was the guy who broke into my father’s home, and he seems to know more about me than he really should.
Wat ching as he paces back and forth beside the small wall that’s set back from the lake, I try to stay still. I don’t want him to see or hear me. I don’t want him to know that I’ve seen or heard him. Tonight, I’ll find out exactly why he’s here, and hope to get some of the answers I need in order to try and figure out what part he actually plays in all of this.
His breathing isn’t as loud or heavy as it was when he first arrived, and he’s now leaning on the wall and looking out over the lake.
Waiting until he leaves, heading in the same direction as he made his entrance, I check my cell and see that it’s just turned eleven.
Now. Now is the time to follow him.
I watch until he gets half way into the campus grounds before following him. Keeping up, but at a safe enough distance behind so he doesn’t see me, I dial Neil’s number. I need him to come with me, or at least tell him what I’m doing and keep him informed of everything.
Damn. Damn. Damn. I knew I should have charged this stupid thing earlier. Inwardly cursing as I place my now useless cell phone in my jacket pocket, I glance between Harry, who is almost about to exit through the large iron gates, and my building to the left. I need to decide what to do.
Do I go and get Neil, hoping we’ll be able to determine which way Harry headed, or do I follow him regardless and hope nothing bad happens at the end of it all?
There’s no question about this. I need to know what the hell is going on, and soon.
7.
Friends
Harry appears to be on high alert as he leads me down another block , to wherever the hell it is that he’s heading.
I haven’t been following him for long, maybe around twenty minutes on foot, but his pace is beginning to pick up and the streets are sparse of both people, and traffic. I’m not sure if I’m surprised by this or not. I haven’t ever been in this area before, so I’m not overly sure what
I asked him to stay, but he wouldn’ t. I wanted him to talk to me and explain everything, but he refused and left, again.
When he said he was sorry, when he asked me not to blame him for what’s happened and for what’s happening, was it because he knew I was about to find out about all of this? Would it be right to assume he knew all along, and that our relationship was in fact built on a lie?
The sound o f hurried footsteps drawing near makes me feel somewhat anxious, but it’s not likely whoever it is will know I’m here anyway. The moonlight is shimmering off of the water, and there’s some light from the nearest lamp shining by the wall, but where I’m sitting is in complete darkness.
“Yes, I told you this already … No, I have no fucking idea … You should have taken my advice and let me handle this!”
His words are snarled , but I can’t hear anyone else. He must be speaking into his cell phone.
“They’re everywhere … No, she doesn’t but she will … Just … Yes, I know it’s hard, you tell me every day, but bro you need to let me deal with this … You should never have …”
Harry.
His voice, the way he’s talking, almost shouting. He sounds pissed … really pissed.
“I’ll deal with the girl. Meet me in the usual place at midnight. I didn’t sign up for this type of heat, bro.”
With th at, the call ends. Whatever he’s up to, I don’t like the sound of it at all, and because of everything that’s happened, well I’m guessing I’m the girl he needs to take care of, whatever the hell that means.
The usual place at midnight. I need to know what he’s doing and why. I want to know why he’s suddenly appeared from out of nowhere when things in my life are beginning to turn bat shit crazy. Surely his presence is more than just a coincidence? I’m damned sure he was the guy who broke into my father’s home, and he seems to know more about me than he really should.
Wat ching as he paces back and forth beside the small wall that’s set back from the lake, I try to stay still. I don’t want him to see or hear me. I don’t want him to know that I’ve seen or heard him. Tonight, I’ll find out exactly why he’s here, and hope to get some of the answers I need in order to try and figure out what part he actually plays in all of this.
His breathing isn’t as loud or heavy as it was when he first arrived, and he’s now leaning on the wall and looking out over the lake.
Waiting until he leaves, heading in the same direction as he made his entrance, I check my cell and see that it’s just turned eleven.
Now. Now is the time to follow him.
I watch until he gets half way into the campus grounds before following him. Keeping up, but at a safe enough distance behind so he doesn’t see me, I dial Neil’s number. I need him to come with me, or at least tell him what I’m doing and keep him informed of everything.
Damn. Damn. Damn. I knew I should have charged this stupid thing earlier. Inwardly cursing as I place my now useless cell phone in my jacket pocket, I glance between Harry, who is almost about to exit through the large iron gates, and my building to the left. I need to decide what to do.
Do I go and get Neil, hoping we’ll be able to determine which way Harry headed, or do I follow him regardless and hope nothing bad happens at the end of it all?
There’s no question about this. I need to know what the hell is going on, and soon.
7.
Friends
Harry appears to be on high alert as he leads me down another block , to wherever the hell it is that he’s heading.
I haven’t been following him for long, maybe around twenty minutes on foot, but his pace is beginning to pick up and the streets are sparse of both people, and traffic. I’m not sure if I’m surprised by this or not. I haven’t ever been in this area before, so I’m not overly sure what
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