Breathing

Chapter 84

Chapter 84

"Harry" Charlie whispered.

"Hmm?" I tapped my fork on the edge of my plate.

"Are you ok? You've been glaring at Gemma for the last thirty minutes"

"Sorry" I looked away. From my lying sneaking sister.

Half sister.

I mentally corrected myself. Gemma had something to do with what happen to Charlie. I didn't know how yet, but I had a gut feeling. Something had been telling me this was all an act.

"Gemma these onsies are adorable. Where did you find them?"

"A little booth I passed walking to the coffee shop on campus the other day. The woman that owns it was sweet and threw in the bottles half price. She told me to come back in a few days and she would have more for me to look through."

"Take me with you. These are just too cute. I'm sure he will ruin a few so it's better to stock up now"

"Yes! We will have a girls day to shop for my nephew! I'm so excited and it's getting closer to your due date. Are you nervous?"

"Yes. Very" She looked at me and I smiled reassuring her everything would be fine.

They went back to talking and I went back to glaring at Gemma. They could plan all they wanted, but I would not let them be alone together. Not until I figured all this shit out. Gemma was like a virus. The longer she went untreated the more she spread. I had played nice for too long.

"More pizza H?" Ed held up the box.

"No thank you."I mumbled in reply.

"Harry all you had was salad. Are you sure you don't want anything else?" Charlie wrapped her fingers around mine. Her touch almost relaxing me until I noticed Gemma was eyeing me.

"I don't feel good" I stood from the table, gently pulling my hand from hers.

"Is it your leg? Do you want the heating pad again?"

"No I think I ate something weird earlier."

I took my plate to the sink. Standing in front of it for a minute, my thoughts distracting me. I needed proof. If I told Charlie without solid proof that Gemma was involved she would get pissed at me again.

"You ok?"

I turned seeing Gemma to my right. Instinctively I took a step back. She eyed me and I couldn't stop the scowl from taking over.

"When did you come back to the states?"

"What?" She crossed her arms confused by my question.

"When did you get back to the states? You said dad made you come back. When did you get here?"

"Um..I don't ..remember exactly? January maybe?" She fumbled through her words.

"January? How do you not remember?" I stepped towards her. She looked up at me holding my glare.

"I don't remember Harry. It's been like 8 months. I'm sorry if I don't remember the exact date. Why does it matter? Why are you so mad?"

"8 months? That puts you here in November of last year.." I looked away as I ran over my mental timeline.

"No. That's wrong. I didn't mean 8. I meant maybe 6 or so. I don't remember. Why are you being weird." She tried to laugh it off running her left hand up and down her opposite arm.

She looked nervous or possibly frightened. I'm not sure which. I was cracking her. Exactly what I needed. If I asked the right questions, she would put holes in her own story and I would have my proof.