'Stay Here' by Sam Pinkerton
"Come out from your hole, raise your head, be bold.
Sorry, I expected more, I have more faith in you than you, yourself.
Chasing someone else's dream and pleasing everybody but yourself."
I strode into Klaus's room. He was painting, per usual. I snaked my arms around his waist, burying my face into his back, smelling his scent. He tensed slightly, meaning something is wrong.
"Hm, what's wrong, love?" I ask him.
"Off day."
"Want me to make it better?" I ask. I spin him around and put my arms around his neck. "I love you," I smile, kissing him. I let go. "Mm! So, Fjörgyn has taught me a lot over the week! I think I'm getting to the point where I'm no longer killing myself," I laugh. "But, I got to go. Important things to do, as in to eat. Cookies are calling my name," I smile, placing my lips to the corner of his mouth.
I place my lips on his jaw and he is still tense. "Tell me when you're out of this funk, okay? I want to kiss you again without feeling like I just stabbed you," I chuckle and peck his lips again before leaving.
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It's been a long, boring day. Nothing has popped up, even Fjörgyn. I was happy about that. I needed a day rest. I knew that cuddling up to Klaus is going to make that all the better.
I decided to show Klaus 'Supernatural' tonight. I have the season one box set in one hand and a glass bowl of popcorn in the other.
I open our room and stop in my tracks. I was hardly breathing. Genevieve was in her sexy underwear while she was touching Klaus's exposed back.
The glass bowl of popcorn slipped out of my hand and crashed to the ground, shattering into a million pieces. The box set slipped from my hand and ascended to the floor. The sound caused Klaus and Genevieve spin to face me.
Klaus's face paled, while the witch smirked.
"Get. Out," I sneer to Genevieve.
She huffed and stalked past me, stopping beside me. "It was fantastic just to let you know," she smiled wickedly. I felt my blood heat up and using what Fjörgyn taught me. I pushed her against the wall and stared her down.
"Don't you ever, ever, underestimate me, Genevieve. The second you do, I will make the rest of your miserable life hell. You will leave, and if I still feel you inside my house? Your head will be a decorating piece for the cemetery gate, do we understand each other?" I ask, my voice on fire. I let her go and she quickly leaves, I wait thirty seconds, and feel her leave out the door.
I looked at Klaus, hurt and betrayed as a tear left my eye. I turn around and he caught my arm in his. I spin around and get into his face. "Tell me! How long? How long have I been so clueless to the very fact that you've been fucking the enemy?" I scream at him.
"Harper-" He starts.
"I will never trust another fucking word that comes out of your mouth. There could never be an explanation good enough to justify your affairs," I hiss walking away. Klaus grabbed my wrist again, I spun around and punched him square in the jaw.
I was always good at that.
"Don't you dare touch me! Not while you were touching her. How did it feel? Was her skin softer than mine, did make you feel like I make you feel, did her kiss make your stomach flip? Did she love you like I did?" Tears left my eyes uncontrollably.
"Please, Harper. She could never make me feel the way that you make me feel. You make me feel-" He began, but I cut him off.
"Then I hope she was worth it because you threw the idea of us out the window," I sneer. Tears left his eyes.
"I love you, Harper."
"You have a poor way of showing it! You want it so bad! You want a family so bad but all you do is fuck them over until you're satisfied! Do you even care about me? Do you even care about the baby?" I shout.
"I've tried to save this family, to save the two of you!" Klaus screams.
"So you fucked her to save me?! From what? I can't do this anymore. You have no concept of commitment or family. You won't grow up." I sob.
"I can't be fixed, Harper! I will never have that ability, Harper. I am a broken shell of a man, I am a monster that broke from the cage. You can't fix me. I've been through hell a million times, I've become the devil himself. No one can fix me," Klaus cries.
"Bullshit! Stop making excuses and step up to be an example for your daughter, Klaus. Is this supposed to show her that if the person she loves cheats on her she's just supposed to allow it? Honestly, Klaus." I scoff.
"I love you. Please forgive me," Klaus begs me.
"You've broken my trust. Therefore, I will never forgive you," I huff, turning away from him and walking out of our bedroom door.
I ran into the spare bedroom as quickly as I could. Anger racked through me, my veins turning as hot as fire. I screamed and felt everything in the room crash against the walls, the windows shattered and so did my heart. Fuck him. I've done nothing but give him unconditional love and he repays me by this.
I left my entire body turn into a fireball. I was fuming, everything in my body just set aflame. I stormed into the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower, climbing into the freezing spray with my clothes on. The tile on the shower walls almost looked like mirrors. My eyes were completely blue, not even a pupil to be seen, veins snakes their way up my face, pulsing, glowing.
I grit my teeth and drove my fist through the tile. I felt the tile crack and fall, the skin on my hands tear and my anger being replaced with pain.
Fuck him. If he wants me to hate him, then he got his fucking wish.
I turned off the shower and left the bathroom, not even caring for a towel. Elijah walked into the room with a face full of concern. "Do you have an explanation for all the commotion, Harper?" He asks.
"Oh, I don't know. Why don't you ask your cheating, lying, and monster of a brother."
"You're bleeding," Elijah states.
"So? Aren't you going to do anything about him?" I ask.
"What do you suppose I do, Harper? We have bigger worries," Elijah states.
"Fuck off," I growl angrily and shove past him.
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I heard of a party that Klaus was throwing and, of course, I was going to crash it. I slid on a blood red dress that went mid-thigh and was tight fitting. I left my hair in its natural curl and did my makeup.
I strode into the party in confidence and feeling every bit of a revenge plot. Walking to the table filled with food, I was glad to find that Elijah had actually set out water. As much as I wanted to drink some scotch, I wouldn't for the baby's sake. My eyes laced with the people, the auras brightly shining. My eyes finally wandered to the balcony.
Klaus kissing Genevieve. Touching, feeling, tasting. Oh, god, I was going to puke. I scoffed and shook my head, looking away
"Want to dance?" A voice asks, allowing me to look up.
"A werewolf wanting to dance with a pregnant woman?" I ask with a small chuckle.
"Well?" The man smiled.
I smirk and take his extended hand. The man twirled me in his arms, I laughed. "So, what's your name?" He asks.
"I'm surprised you don't know. I'm the girl Klaus knocked up," I tell him with some bite.
"I know, but a name is what I asked initially," the man hummed.
"Harper." I chuckle.
"I'm Gabe. Nice to dance with you Harper," Gabe introduced himself. A crash sounded through the music and I left Gabe's arms. A werewolf and Diego were at each other's throats, breaking things, fighting. Elijah sped to hold the werewolf, Oliver, against a table. Jackson held a stake to Diego's heart.
"This ends now," Elijah warns. "I won't ask again."
"Oh, we'll end it all right," Jackson grumbles angrily.
"What's stopping you?" I ask loudly, stepping away from Gabe. All eyes were on me as I spoke. "Kill him," I order. "Go ahead. Do it," I challenge. "I mean, it's not like he doesn't deserve to die. I mean, it was Oliver who handed Rebekah over to the witches so they could torture her, but then again, wasn't it Diego who led a werewolf massacre last month? But Klaus ordered that genocide mission. But then again this all started with the witches cursing the wolves, while the humans stood back and let it all happen, so when you think about it, everyone here deserves to die," I cross my arms over my chest
"Are you approaching a point?" Elijah asks me.
"Yes, Elijah, I am. The point is if we can't all get along, then is there an actual point? Why does any of this matter?" I ask him, gesturing around me. "If that's true, then just get it over with. Kill everyone," I order again.
Elijah of Oliver let's go and Jackson lets go of Deigo.
The four leaders of each faction stayed downstairs, signing a peace treaty in blood. I trudged upstairs and walked into Klaus's room. Klaus was painting the city of New Orleans, a full moon white moon hung in this sky.
"Can I ask you something?" I break the silence, and he turns to face me. He nods slowly and looked back to the painting. "Was she truly worth it?" I ask.
"Nothing I will ever do that results in losing the love of my life will ever be worth it," Klaus whisper.
"Yet you kissed her tonight," I state.
"And you danced with that wolf," he snapped.
"After the fact you slept with another woman leading to our break up," I snap back.
Klaus fell silent.
"You don't love me. You don't have to pretend anymore." I shrug. I was putting on a good face but I was close to tears.
"Don't do that to me, I've always loved you. Ever since the day my eyes met yours, my lips met yours, and our first dance," Klaus defended.
I looked down to the floor and shook my head with a curt laugh. "If that were true, my heart wouldn't be broken, " I state. I turn around and walk out of the room.
Klaus doesn't chase after me.
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Updated 2-28-18
a little shorter of a chapter
Questions?
Will Klaus ever fix what he's broken?
Will Harper ever forgive him?
Does Harper kill Genevieve? (Please, god, I hope so)
Will that baby have parents who are together?
Will the family be broken forever?
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