Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 7

When I stepped out of the car I grew kind of aware of how shitty our little country house looked compared to what his house did. "I know it's shitty, don't comment on it." I say joining next to him as we walked up the driveway. "I may not be in it for long if Trevor truly doesn't have a job." I mutter and Harry looks at me. I was trying to get him to walk faster but he walked really slow. Purposely of course. 

I hugged his jacket tighter and made sure Arrow was still following.  "I was more than willing to keep in that apartment." he reminds me and I frown further. "I don't want you to pay for anything of mine." I tell him and he shakes his head. "It'okay to have a little help, Caroline." he says and I give him a look. "That isn't help, that's freeloading." I say and he laughs. "You stayed with me for 6 months." 

"Because you wouldn't let me leave." I defend myself and he laughs again. "Well, you could always come back if you got stuck in any bad situation." he offers and I look at him as he looked down. 

I open the door and enter before him. Trevor was on the couch asleep. I set my bag down on the table and walked over to him. Nudging him hard to wake him up. "Hey. Wake up." I say and he sits up. "What?" he grumbles at me and I cross my arms. "Why didn't you tell me you quit your job? Where have you been working all this time?" I ask bluntly and and he narrows his eyes. "What? Who told you?" he asks. I was just hoping he would hit me in front of Harry. Trevor hasn't seen him yet. 

"Yeah. You heard me. Answer me." I order and he stands up. I stood firm this time when he got close to my face. "Who do you think you are to talk down to me that way?" he asks lowly and I raise an eyebrow. "You're breath smells like alcohol. You've been drinking again." I call him out and his jaw sets. "And?" 

"Where do you work? How are you paying, your side of the bills like we agreed on?" I ask raising my voice and he pushing me back a step and I push him back. "Yes, I quit. So what?" he pushes me again and when I went to step back towards him, hands grabbed my waist and I fought to step forward but ended up in Harry's chest. As much as I loved it, I just wanted to yell at Trevor some more because I was a hell of a lot more bolder with Harry here. Trevor about jumped out of his skin when he saw him. "How the hell did he get here? I told you not to bring him around my house, ever." he snaps at me and Harry pulls me back a little more. "She's paying the damn bills from the sound of it, ass hole. Chill the fuck down." he tells him. 

"Well then fine, she can have this shit hole to herself." he says waving him hand as he exits the room. I removed Harry's hands on my waist and turn around, rubbing the back of my neck. "He hasn't..." he goes to say and runs a hand through his hair and I look at him. "He hasn't hit you has he?" he asks and I just look down and walk past him. "I don't want to talk about it. Let's just go to bed." I say quietly and he follows. This whole day is just messed up. 

I go in the bathroom to take a shower and change into the shorts and t shirt. I made it quick not to leave him alone in the same house as Trevor for too long but thankfully he was just sitting quietly on the edge of my bed with the dog. His eyes flickered down a few times before looking at something else awkwardly. "So where do you want me, in here or the couch?" he asks uncomfortably and I shrug. "If I let you stay in here, will you not tear Trevor's throat up?" I ask him and he nods. 

I crawl in the bed and he walks around to the other side and peels his shirt off. I forced myself not to look. I wanted to scream. I've never slept right since he's left, I don't know if this is a good Idea or not. But he crawled in behind me and kept his distance but it only lasted so long. Not even 10 minutes maybe. "Can I hug you like I used to?" he asks and I open my eyes. I grew a little nervous but grew to the idea. I know I'm trying to keep my distance from him, and so far nothing has worked today. I still love him, I just can't let him back in. I've worked too hard to build my wall up.