Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 8

Maria nudges me, causing me to look up and Harry was carrying the large dog in his arms as he approached me. He wore sun glasses and a black button down shirt with his usual jeans but the bottoms were rolled up. Something new for him but just highlighted everything about him. "Damn he's hot." Maria says just loud enough for me to hear and I raise an eyebrow at her and her cheeks flush a shade of pink and she giggles. "Okay have fun." she dismisses herself and walks the other way. 

Harry's smile wiped off his face as he set the dog down in front of me and took his sun glasses off, hooking them in his shirt. Then it hit me of what he was seeing. I forgot about  the bruising. He furrows his eyebrows. "What happened?" he asks and I swallow, not answering. He went from cheery and hot to frustrated and hotter. Gosh I really hate life right now. 

"Did Trevor do it?" he asks and glances over my shoulder. I shrug. "This morning. He wasn't happy that you're staying here. But it doesn't matter, honestly." I try to say to easy his intensity but it only grew. He just turned around and headed for the door and I knew what he was going to do. 6 months hasn't changed him that much. He was going for Trevor. I run up to him and try to stop him but he tugged his arm away and walked out the door. "Harry, no. It doesn't matter. Just leave it alone." I say grabbing his arm and trying to lean back into my weight but it didn't phase him. He whipped around and I jumped, but still had his arm that was rock solid under my palm.  "He fucking hit you and it's okay? How many times has he done it before?" he asks, raising his voice. I would flinch but I was lost in his eyes. I felt like a little kid. My guard was down today. Without his piercings he looks just that more attractive. 

"I don't know." I answer quietly. He sets his jaw and ends up just walking away from me. I run in front of him and flatten my hands against his stomach, big mistake. He stopped and looked at me funny when I made a noise and pulled my hands away, holding them up, very confused what to do. "Please just stay here." I beg and he looks up from my hands back up to me. "So I try to give you a better life for you and your benefit only and you get pissed at me, but he can beat the shit out of you and its okay? I take it back, Caroline. He can't make you happy. I can. I was wrong. He was all about getting on my case, warning me not to hurt you and I never did. Not like him at least. Why the fuck do you let it slide?" he shouts harshly, getting close to my face and I winced more than once. "I don't." I try to defend myself but he shakes his head. "Well, then what did you do to stop it? Doesn't look like anything. He's still fucking there. Sitting on his ass while you're working yours off to provide for someone as shitty as he is? I would never stoop that low. How would you put up with it? I always thought you would do better than that, Caroline." he says firmly and I swallow. Tears welling up in my eyes when I realize he's right. 

"I can't." I say shaking my head and looking away. I was holding back a sob. I usually don't break this easily. "Why the hell not?" he asks and I wipe my eyes and don't answer. "Answer me, Caroline." he orders and I slam my fists in the air. "Because you don't know what it's like, Harry. You don't know what it's like to live with someone like him. If I try to kick him out he'll do worse to me, Harry. You just don't know." I say wiping my eyes again. "Have you tried?" he asks much quieter and I shake my head. "Then how do you know?" he asks. 

I stood here for a minute regathering myself before I spoke. "Cause he talks to me just how my father did to me. And the one time I tried to leave, he tried to kill me. He held a knife to my throat until I went back inside." I say looking away from him and continuing to wipe the tears. 

He stood there for a long moment before walking up to me, tugging me into his chest. "He won't hit you as long as I'm here, understand?" he asks and I nod into his chest. Not caring what the situation was between us at the moment, just pulling him as close as I could get him. No matter how hard I squeezed, I couldn't get close enough.