7: Spilling The Truth

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"HAROLD!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I search through my drawers frantically. It has to be here. I never lose it. I know I put it here, and the only reasonable explanation for why it could be missing is-

"Hello, babe. You need something?" He had a devilish smirk playing on his lips. I narrow my eyes in anger.

"Give it back," I mutter through clenched teeth.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he says, smiling innocently. I fight back the tears. I won't let him see me cry.

"I'm not playing. Give me back my bracelet."

"Oh," he says, moving his hand from behind his back. "You mean this bracelet?" He holds it up questionably. I reach for it in one swift movement, but he yanks it away.

"What do you want Harry?" I ask in a defeated tone. "Whatever it is, just tell me. I'll get it over with, but I just want my bracelet back." I didn't sound angry anymore, just tired. Like I wasn't going to fight him. I just wanted my bracelet.

"So what you're saying is....you would do anything for this bracelet?" he asks, his smirk deepening. I roll my eyes.

"Just give me back the fucking bracelet!" I scream.

"Whoa. Calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down! I just want what's mine, and you have no right to come into my room and take things!" I yell, having to turn away at the end so he wouldn't see the tear tumbling down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. I won't let him get the satisfaction of breaking me, even though he really is.

"What's so important about this bracelet?" he asks curiously. I make a move to grab for it again, but fail.

"Just give it back."

"I don't think so. Maybe we can make a deal..."

"There's no deals to this! It's my bracelet!"

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