Fall Again [H. S]

10

Scarlett White

I say goodbye to Harry, now that we've planned for me to leave through the front door and him waiting for me outside. I really don't know what I'm doing, considering he's ultimately a guy I don't know at all, and I have no idea what he wants from me. I don't even know his zodiac sign, let alone if he's a Virgo.

Carefully descending the stairs, I hope not to encounter anyone, but my hopes vanish when I find the two people I least wanted to encounter in the living room, as if they were the couple of the year, watching TV together.

They instantly look in my direction, and I freeze like a statue. Well, I guess things are getting pretty uncomfortable here. What do I have to say to them?

"Hi, honey, would you like to sit?" Mom asks, her eyes shining with hope.

Is she crazy?

Since when do I sit with them to spend time together? Never. Besides, David and I don't get along. Mom always trying to pretend we're a normal family when we're not. Plus, did she forget that she started this fight by hiding dad's letter from me?

Honestly, sometimes I feel like my mom isn't normal.

"No, I'll be outside for a while, don't wait for me like yesterday," I say, heading for the door without hearing any objections.

I exhale when I close the door and now find myself outside, facing the guy who has been getting on my nerves.

"Are we leaving?" Harry asks, taking a few steps for me to follow.

Praying not to die tonight, I nod and follow him to the vehicle he must have arrived in.

We enter in silence, and I fasten my seatbelt, my heart beating a hundred times a minute. Where will he take me?

"How can I be sure you won't take me to kill me?" I ask, referring to the place he didn't want to tell me about a few minutes ago, using the excuse that it's a "surprise."

"You have to trust me, and besides, if it's a surprise, why spoil it?" Harry answers, his eyes meeting mine with a smile on his lips.

I look at him uncertainly, but I nod anyway. Well, it was also my fault for snapping, right? I provoked the murder.

Why am I so dramatic?

Harry starts driving in silence, and now I embark on a journey of thoughts, gazing out at the dark street. Harry had rolled down the car windows, letting the cool night air hit my face and smelling like the beach we were passing along the road. The good thing about living near the beach was that in summers, we could arrive even earlier than the crowds who came to hang out there.

Music begins to play, and I realize Harry has tuned the radio to play " Sex, Drugs, Etc. "

Things become even creepier when Harry takes us to a place I've never seen before, turning onto a shortcut with a road full of rocks and trees, making my heart now beat 200 times per minute.

"What is this?" I ask, looking towards the dark place where the only things shining were the car headlights.

"Taking you to the surprise," he simply responds, making my stomach twist. Is he mocking me?

As we delve further into the place, it feels like there's no end to it. What the hell is he taking me to? Does he even know where we are?

The feeling of regret enters my chest, making it hard to breathe, anxiety becoming increasingly difficult to control. My eyes remain fixed ahead, watching the car make abrupt movements because of the rocks we're passing over. What if the tire bursts in the middle of nowhere?