Broken

Chapter 45

Harry

I tossed the baseball up into the air, catching it with one hand inches from my face. I watched it fly and and spin as it went higher, the red seams rotating a million miles a second. My rings clicked against the hard ended surface, my latest addition catching my eye.

It was Jeans ring I had gotten her the first we met. It was a birthday present and she never took it off. It sat on my pinky, the metal cold and fragile as it tied me to her. It had been five hours since I went to go see her and I hadn't spoken a word to anyone since.

It made me angry. I watched my best friend lay there motionless and there wasn't anything I could do. She was trapped inside of her own head and I could have sworn I could hear her screams to get her out of there. Or maybe they were my own.

My phone buzzed and I looked over at it, picking it up and staring at the screen. Adelaide's name flashed across for the twentieth time and I clicked it shut, silencing the noise. I pushed down a twinge of guilt but I wasn't ready to face her. I was weak, vulnerable, fragile and I didn't want her to see me that way and lose hope in me. I was supposed to protect her and not the other way around. I let the ball roll off the mattress and on to the floor with a soft thud as I folded my hands across my stomach, staring at the ceiling.

I heard the doorbell ring and I sighed. I made no move to answer it until it rang again and then a third time. I swung my feet over the bed and clomped out of my room and down the stairs.

"I'm coming, hold your bloody horses." I grumbled to myself, throwing open the door.

"Harry Edward Styles I will strangle you if you ignore me again."

I blinked, staring at Adelaide. Her mouth was drawn down, her eyebrows scrunched together, her chest heaving.

"You're cute when you're mad." I commented passively, stepping aside to let her in.

She slapped my shoulder as she passed and I winced at the slight sting. "This isnt funny." She spat. "You go to see Jean and then you don't call me or text me or anything on how she is. I've been worried sick about you!"

I sighed, running my hand over my face, emotionally drained. "I know. It's been a stressful day. I'm having a hard time keeping up with everything."

"Well you and me both." she humphed. "You won't tell me what's going on."

I frowned. "It's been a tough few hours okay? I'm sorry I didn't text you, I just needed some time."

"But you could've sent one message Harry." She spread out her palms. "One. I'm sitting here worried to the vine about you and I here nothing. What am I supposed to think?And what about Jean? You never told me about her either and I'm worried more than ever about her!"

Her voice rose with every syllable and my temper flared. "She's in a coma! What was I supposed to tell you?"

"That she's in a fucking coma Harry! that's what you could have told me, that's kind of really important!" she yelled scooting closer.

"I had to see her like that!" I yelled, anger bubbling up inside of me. "I sat there watching her life tick by on a screen and I had nothing to do for her! You can't just bounce back from seeing that and want to talk to someone! You don't know what it's like to watch your best friend die!"

She shoved her finger in my chest. "You don't know what it's like to be the one that killed her!"

The room fell deadly silent. My ears were ringing from the sudden absence of noise and I noticed neither of us dared I take a breath. My eyes searched her face, my mind clouded in confusion. Adelaide a killer? My Adelaide?