Temptation

Chapter 48

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Four days.

It's been four days since I've spoken to Harry.

Four days without calls, texts or anything.

Four days of misery.

Four days equals four nights of constant nightmares. Whenever I'm not with Harry they come back all of the time, seeming like they've never stopped in the first place.

I understand if I've thrown him off a little but to completely ignore me and act as if It never happened it childish and hurtful.

I've crying for the first two nights but now I've been trying to not let it affect me too much. My father has noticed because I've lost my appetite and all of my ability to do anything the past couple of days.

I've practically been sitting in the room, in my fathers house ever since I arrived here. The constant moping and crying is all because of the miscommunication between him and I.

"Bethany." A light knocking is on my door.

I don't answer but I hear the door open. Even though my back is turned towards the door I know it's my father.

"I've ordered pizza, I know that's your favorite." He says. I know pizza is my favorite food of all time but I can't find anything in me that is telling me to get up and eat.

"Thanks, dad." I sigh "maybe I'll eat it later."

The bed sinks on the end of the bed and the covers are flipped off of me. The cool air send chills up and down my spine and I try to grab the blanket away from my dad but he throws it onto the floor.

"Get up." He Demands.

"I'm tired." I look back away from him.

"So am I." I look back at him. "I'm tired of you staying in the room almost every minute of the day. I'm tired of the way you've been not eating. And I'm tired of the way this boy has effected you so much."

I didn't realize how much this has been effecting my dad. I know I've been up here a lot but its only because if I were to spent time with him, I would just suck the fun out of everything anyway.

"I'm sorry," is all I could say.

"Don't be sorry, Bethany. If that boy can't see what a beautiful, wonderful young woman you are than that's his loss."

I know my dad is trying to help but it's not working. It wouldn't be Harry's loss, it'll be mine.

I feel a tear form in the corner of my eye as it starts to make its way down my cheek and it falls before I could get the chance to catch it.

I gather myself together after a sniffle and look up at my father. His eyes are filled with sadness, I force a smile towards him and he does it back.

"Come on, you're eating." He pats my knee before standing up and leaving the room.

"I'll be there in a couple of minutes." I tell him before he walks down the hall.

I get out of the warm bed and let my feet walk across the cold hardwood floor. I go into the bathroom and look into the mirror. My eyes are blood shot from the crying, the green color of my eyes are almost fading back to the gray from the lack of sleep and my hair is messy laying down my back. I grab a towel off of the rack and take a hot shower.