Boxer and the Geek [ON HOLD] (rewriting)

Chapter 11

Harry P.O.V.

"Harry I need your help."

"Why? What happened? Are you okay?" I fired at her.

"I-I'm fine, but someone called," she said.

"Who?" I asked my breath hitching, having a feeling I knew who.

"It was Dylan," she sobbed. I nodded, even though she couldn't see me.

"H-he called me too, but for different reasons I can't explain," I stuttered.

"How is he out? Why would they let a murderer go?" I heard her breathing increase as I felt my blood boil from the thought of him being let out of jail.

"They can be let out. Only if they've been good, then they get put on parole, " I said.

"Oh, yeah, yeah that's right..." she trailed off.

"Hey, I'll be home soon okay? Be careful, we have no idea where he is. He could be anywhere. Stay off the streets alone for awhile and I'll be home shortly. Did he say anything to you?" I asked, trying to get some information from her. Sometimes she just clams up when stuff like this happens, I've yet to figure out why.

"Yeah, yeah I just- I don't wanna talk about it right now," she said, her voice wavering slightly from both fear and shock.

"Alright, I guess I'll see you when I get home?" I asked her.

"Y-yeah," she stumbled over her words before hanging up. I sighed, leaning my head back. Why couldn't my life be normal? I just want a normal older brother. I felt my blood boil thinking about this. I needed to get out.

"Har-"

"Not right now, please. I need to go," I said quickly, remembering he was still here. I hurried and gathered what I needed and headed to the door.

"I-I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" I asked, shooting him a glance on my way to the door.

"'Course," he mumbled, confusion written all over his face. I sighed, feeling bad about doing this but I pushed it to the far back of my mind, knowing I couldn't get him involved. It would hurt a lot if I lost my only best friend here. I opened the door and walked out, my eyes burning slightly from the cold air hitting them.

Might as well go to the gym and burn off steam for a while. I headed down the street to the gym.

Meredith P.O.V.

I sat in my bathroom, washing the fresh blood from my mouth onto a washcloth. I had almost lost it this time. I don't even remotely think it's possible to get as out of control as I had gotten. I could've killed the girl. I have been told I need to get help, but I don't need it. I'm fine the way I am. Eleanor has told me I should stop fighting. She says that 'I'm gonna kill someone someday if I lose it.' I know it's slightly true, but boxing and fighting were my life. Without it, I don't know where I would be. Well, jail most likely with the way I am now.

I threw the bloodied wash cloth into the hamper by my bed and headed to the kitchen. My muscles felt weak and stiff. I grabbed a cup and filled it all the way up with water. Bringing it to my lips, I threw my head back and guzzled it all down. I sighed in relief as I felt the cool liquid slide down my throat, feeling it cool my overheated body. I looked at the time, it was 9:53 P.M.

Noticing that there wasn't much to do, I tossed the empty cup into the sink and walked to the door. Maybe taking a walk will loosen up my muscles. I slammed the door behind me, not caring if I broke it or not. I needed a new one anyways. Looking around, I noticed how eerily quiet it was. Maybe too quiet but I shook that thought away, I was just being a little too paranoid now.

I continued till I got to this small little ice cream shop. I stood infront of the door, debating on whether I should go in or not. Oh fuck it! I grabbed the cold handle and pulled the door open. I stepped inside, immediately smelling the sweet smell of ice cream and frozen yogurt, along with other types of sweets.

I slowly walked to the counter, feeling lots of stares on me. I looked at the menu licking my lips. So many choices to choose from. After minutes of contemplating what I should eat, I decided on just a medium peanut butter cup bowl. I ordered and stood watching people walk past the window in a hurry to get home or be somewhere.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned. The lady that had been behind the counter smiled at me and handed me the peanut butter cup ice cream. I mumbled a quiet 'thank you' before exiting the shop. I walked around for a while, not really caring if anything happened to me. I finished my ice cream and threw the stuff away. I turned and started home again.

After a few blocks, it started getting colder and I didn't have a jacket. Fuck, I knew I should've worn one, but I knew that thought never once crossed my mind. I started jogging a bit, trying to get some warmth. As I turned the corner I ran into something, or should I say someone.

"What the fu-" I started. I felt myself falling but two hands grabbed onto my shoulders steadying me.

"I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" A familiar voice asked. I blinked a few times and looked up. Oh. It was him.

"I'm fine," I stated bitterly. His eyes widened when he saw it was me.

"W-what are you doing out this time of night?" He asked, cocking his head to the side, staring at me curiously. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Nothing. Now if you'll excuse me I have somewhere to be," I said, staring to move around him. His arm came up, blocking me from moving away.

"What is this 'somewhere'?" He asked, his eyes lighting up as he smirked at me. I stiffened at his touch.

"The place I like to call home. Now move!" I tried moving away again but he still wouldn't let me. I glared at him, wishing he would disappear so I could go home and ice my aching muscles.

"That still doesn't explain why you're out on your own. Who knows what could happen. Plus, what happened to you? Did you get In a fight?" I rolled my eyes at him again. This guy was crazy. I was a boxer and street fighter. I'm pretty sure I could manage myself.

"For fucks sake Harry, move! I just wanna go home and relax! What I do is, frankly, none of your buisness," I yelled, shoving him away from me. He looked surprised at first but quickly passed as he walked with me.

"Well then at least let me walk you home, yeah?" He asked. I was getting really annoyed at this point. Couldn't I just punch him and run for it? No you can't. How would you explain to the police what happened? I'm pretty sure I would get in trouble for knocking him out.

"I'm not a fucking child," I spat at him.

"I know," he stated still not leaving my side. I sighed aggressively. I swear this guy will be dead if he doesn't leave me alone. I just chose to ignore him and keep walking to my dingy apartment.