I Can't Stop Even If It's Wrong!!

Chapter 2

Harry's POV:

We were in the car, heading to our new place, our new home. Home? Screw that! Chapel Holmes is my only Home! Not this silly syllabled 'Doncaster'! Why the hell did I agree to this? How would I manage it without mum or Gem. Gem!? Shit! She should not have to hear about this! Hell, she should not have to deal with this at all! I should have stopped her! But then again, she was closer to mum than me, and her actions are justified seeing how quickly Dad moved on from Mum's dea- "You can't Harry! You promised to yourself! You have to be strong, for Dad, for Gemma!" My inner conscience told me as I was about to break into tears. I subtly nodded my head and calmed myself, taking in a deep breath.

Maybe Gemma hates me for agreeing to move to this woman's house who have also lost her husband and has two kids. But she will understand. She will get why I agreed. I know she may think I am an insensitive prick, but I know Dad needs this. He hasn't been himself after Mum and it showed. If moving in with this lady meant that Dad would stop drinking and completely neglecting his health, then, I am ready to become a step-child. Don't get me wrong, a part of me still hates him deeply, but right now, he needs his son to be there for him and as angry as I am at his decision, I can't lose him too. I can't lose Gemma too. It has been two days and I haven't talked to her. She had left immediately after listening to Dad's plan, crying and cursing at him. I hope she's okay. I will call her once I reach the house.

We had been going on the road for about three hours and I started to get drowsy. Traveling isn't my forte. I am neither comfortable in sleeping during the journey nor with feeling drowsy the whole time. So, to divert my mind, I put my headphones on and played "Grenade" by Bruno Mars and waited to arrive at the destination.
I would be lying if I said, I was excited. Everything would be new to me; new college, new family, new strangers, new place and all together, a new level of hate and anger! God I hope something happens and I get to go back.
Sadly, my prayers weren't answered and my dad announced that we will be reaching the place within an hour. Well, Shit!
I wanted to jump out of the moving car, but the fact that Dad looked different made me rethink. He looked relaxed, not happy, but relaxed. I have not seen him like this since ages, even though it had been only a month. After 'the incident', he was always stressed, forgetful, weak and excessively distracted, but right now he looks focused; he looks like someone who has their shit together.
After turning way too many turns, and going round and round in circles, we finally decided to put the address on Google maps.

"We're here" Dad said, slowly bringing the car to a stop.

I turn my head to the left and notice a large mansion painted in chocolate and cream colouring scheme. It looked lavish and royal. For a moment, I wondered if this woman belonged to some royal family. However, my thoughts stopped when my father tapped the window and asked me to get out of the car. I did as told. I got our bags out of the trunk and made my way towards the house. House? ...Mansion! I made my way to the mansion. My dad walked infront of me and upon reaching the heavy metalic gate, he ringed the bell. A blonde woman in a white high neck and denim jeans, opened the door and greeted us both, motioning us to follow her inside.

We entered the spacious living room and sat down on the white couch.

"I hope you didn't have any trouble finding the house?" The woman asked, providing us with water filled glasses and afterwards, sitting on the couch across from us.

"At first....but then, we put the address on Google maps" Dad said putting his glass down on the marble table in front of us.

"And you must be Harry! My name's Johannah, but you can call me Jane or whatever you are comfortable with between the two" She said smiling at me and I couldn't help but smile and nodding in response.