Temptation

Chapter 73

He doesn't stop his fast pace towards me as comes closer and closer. I back away quickly, my back coming in contact with the door and i'm suddenly afraid. Afraid of him. His forehead isn't touching but if he leans in an inch closer we'd be in contact. His heavy breathing is heard out of his glaring nostrils and I stare into his dark, almost looking black colored eyes.

"Calm down." I breath out. My breathing is now uneven and heavy as I try to calm the nerves. I can hear my heart beating in my ears.

His hand reaches up and I close my eyes shut tight. The warmness of his hands holds my cheek. I open my eyes to meet his again.

"Why did you back away?" His thump makes small swipes across my cheek. "Why did you flinch when I went to touch you?"

My mouth opens but I can't speak. The words are stuck in my throat, unable to release out of my mouth. A small sound escapes and that's it, no words. I stare into his eyes, the dark evil looking eyes that stare into mine. It contradicts the warm and soft touch of his hands.

"Why?" He asks again.

I shake my head slowly. "I just-" the worlds finically start to come out but I can't think of the right words to say without him getting more upset than he already is.
"I thought-"

"You think I would hit you?" He asks. I can see his teeth grind together and the lining of his sharp jawline moves,

"I- I don't know." I whisper back.

"You're afraid of me?" His hand drops from my face and the cold air smacks me right where is warm hand once was. "I told you to not be afraid of me, Beth." He walks away from me, his back now facing me as he goes to sit on the perfectly made bed.

"Harry, I'm sorry." I move closer. I stand in front of his now. I look down at him as he looks up and I continue to speak. "When you act like this." I wave my Hands around me. "It- It scared me, yes. I don't know how your temper works. I don't know if you could just lash out at me at any second and-"

"I would never Fucking hurt you." He cuts me off. "Ever. I want you to feel safe with me. Shit-" he tugs at the roots of his hair. "When I told you about my father, I told you not to be afraid. I told you to feel safe with me. But you don't. Why are you with someone you're so afraid of?"

"Because I love you! Harry, if you smash things out of anger, fine. If you have a bad temper and need to scream, fine. But I want to help you control that. I want you to come to me when you need to get something off of your chest. You know violence scares me; it's not you in particular. It's this whole thing." I explain.

He looks down at his lap. The rising and falling of his chest is seemingly slowing down to a more normal and healthy rate.

"Can we not talk about this now? I just want you to tell me what's going on." I sit down next to him now, he looks at me for a couple seconds until he brings his eyes down to his lap.

"The apartment, and the car.." He begins. "My dad left them both for me." He says, still not looking at me, probably not wanting to.

"Oh," is all I say. I don't know what else there is to say. His father, his one and only father he had is now dead, and the only thing harry has left is the apartment and the car. They were both left for harry and I can't even imagine how he must feel right now.

I know Anne is probably only trying to do the right thing. I understand she doesn't want him locked up and so far away from her in a small apartment. But if only she can see the viewing point in Harry's perspective. Harry must feel that if he lets the apartment and the car go, them he has nothing. Nothing left from his father and not much to remember him by.