Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 32

Harry didn't take me to my brother's place, or my father's or to any hospital where my mother could still be. He took me to a cemetery. Harry's mood changed drastically when we neared the city. The sun was just starting to set and we'd probably end up getting a hotel. My chest started to swell up when he parked by a row of head stones, one with black engraved "Richards" on it and my heart dropped. I didn't have any time to tell her goodbye. I had no time to tell her how happy Harry has made me or what all he's done for me. I had no time to tell her how sorry I am for not getting close to her sooner. I had no clue why Harry wanted to bring me here... until now. 

Harry stayed by the car when I stepped out and approached the stone. How long had she been gone? Did my family try to call me? I couldn't do anything but burst into tears. I made no sound, just let the tears fall when I tried to remember some of the good times as a kid but my memory went blank. All I could remember was her crying when she had to ice a black eye I had gotten from my dad and when she helped me clean up my cuts from getting hit with a beer bottle. Even then, she never really said a word. There was the time she hugged me when I left for Wisconsin. I guess that was a good memory. The lack of it made me sit down in front of the stone and I stared at her name heavily. 1970-2016. She was only 46 years old. More tears strained to come out and I bit my lip to stop from letting out a sob. I don't know how long I sat here but Harry stopped next to me and laid a hand on my shoulder. I wanted to ask him how long she's been gone but couldn't strain the words out. I couldn't manage to get anything out at all. 

I stood up and buried my face into his side, squeezing him as hard as I could in attempt to gain some sort of equilibrium back. Harry hugged me back and we sat here for a long moment before Harry walked me back up to the car. He opened the door and helped me in but paused. "Do you want to go see your brother or do you want to wait?" he asks gently and I swallow. "I'll wait." I say and he nods. Shutting the door and walking around to the driver's side of the car. 

We found a nearby hotel and he checked us in. He was quiet but I went and took a shower. Hoping to clear my head but I only ended up with a bigger head ache. Harry was in bed when I walked out. I climbed on the bed and sat on my knees, looking at him. He looked up from his phone. "How long has she been gone?" I ask and he sits up, swallowing. "When I had came here looking for you, you're brother had said she had been gone for a couple months. But please don't be mad at me, I just didn't think it was the time to tell you when you had first gotten back. You had enough to worry about." he says worried and I shake my head. "I'm not upset with you." I say to him and grow more disgusted with myself. I was being held captive at Matt's when she died. While I was being used for his pleasure.... my mother was in severe pain. My mother was too weak to fight. 

I crawl under the duvet and stare at the blank TV. "What do I tell my brother?" I ask him and it took him a long minute to answer. "I don't know, to be honest." he says and I swallow. How do you explain that to your brother? That I'm a vampire and Trevor found out and handed me over to Matt's because of Harry's old screwed up sex life and that's why I was gone for our mother's passing? Yeah cause that's believable? 

"Hey Harry?" I ask and he lays down more under the sheets when he puts his phone down on the end table. I knew he was tired but I was curious. "What?" 

"Why didn't you just let me bleed out that night at the concert?" I ask vaguely remembering that night. I didn't remember much after he bit me. 

Harry paused for a minute and looked over at me. His eyes were soft but carried the same look as he did that time he practically had me on suicide watch. It took him a long moment to answer like he was studying me. "The same reason why I didn't just kill you that night I saw you." he says and a big chill travels down my spine when I recall that night. "Why didn't you?" I ask him and he swallows, his eye contact hard. I could see the wheels turning in his head just didn't know what it meant though. "I just couldn't find myself to do it. You were just too innocent." he says quietly and I look back at the blank TV. "I don't understand." I say and he reaches over and grabs my hand. His eyes were pleading for something I just didn't know what.