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“He never should have come for me.”
The sentence went through my mind over and over again.
Psychology was my best subject in school and it’s my major right now. It helps in situations like this because I am apt with the thought process to be able to understand what people mean by certain things.
In most cases, the sentence that one would take word-for-word is really something that has nothing to do with how a dictionary would define it.
The way Melissa seemed to be angry about it confused me at first, but now I think I understand what was really hidden behind her words.
She was using the emotion of anger to cover up her true feelings of fear and insecurity.
When I took the knife out of her hand earlier, she didn’t fight me or resist like I was expecting. Instead, she just gave up and let me take it from her.
That in itself was a rather large hint. Obviously, she had already decided to give up on living, but she didn’t even want to put up any sort of fight. She was just done. Done with everything.
My thoughts were cut short just as I was dissecting all of the events from earlier. Harry walked over to me, running his fingers swiftly through his hair.
I stood from my seat in the waiting room of the hospital as he approached me.
“How is she?” I asked softly once he was close enough to me.
“She’s fine,” he sighed in response.
“Is she awake?”
On our way to the emergency room, Melissa had passed out. I’m almost positive it was the result of too much blood loss from the gaping wound in her wrist that she’d created in an attempt to end her misery.
“Yeah, she is.”
“Have you talked to her?”
He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it and paused in thought for a moment before finally responding to my question.
“I tried to…”
“She doesn’t want to talk to me.”
“What? Why not? You’re her brother…you saved her…you’ve-”
A smile curved his lips upward, making his unforgettable dimples become prominent. His hands cupped either side of my jaw as he took a step closer.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said in a hushed tone as his lips brushed against mine.
I closed my eyes to the blissful feeling of his lips on mine just before they pressed together.
The ringing of my cell phone ruined the moment, forcing us to break apart in order for me to answer the call.
I put my hand over my face in frustration. How did I not think this would happen?
“It’s Louis,” I informed Harry.
“Tell him you went to the store or something. Just don’t say anything about me or what happened tonight,” he instructed.
I nodded in agreement and pressed ‘accept’ on my phone’s screen.
“Hello?” I spoke into the receiver.
“Gabby? Where the hell are you?” Louis snapped worriedly into the speaker.
“I had to go to the store to get some things. I’ll be back later.”
“Don’t you think you should have told us? I really don’t think it’s a safe idea for you to be out by yourself. Where are you? I’ll come get you.”
“No, no. Don’t. I’m fine. Sorry I didn’t tell you, it won’t happen again.”
“I still think you need one of us to accompany you.”
“I’m okay, Louis, really. You don’t need to do that anymore; I can handle myself.”
He sighed, “Fine, but don’t ever leave again without saying something to someone.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“So…do you know why Melissa didn’t want to talk to you?” I asked after ending the call.
He brushed his hands over his legs and sighed before making eye contact with me.
“She only wants to talk to you.”
My eyes widened, “What?”
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Corruption™ (Punk Harry Styles)Fanfiction
[on going] What if one boy could flip your whole world around in just a matter of weeks? [first posted July 2, 2013] Copyright © 2014, ForeverDreamingx™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyr...