"Come back to Liam's. He's worried about you." Harry said. "He was just trying to look out for you. Wouldn't you do that if you were in his position?"
This made me think. "I-uh- I would trust him?" I said more as a question. Harry sent me a knowing look.
I checked my duffle bag and saw I was out of fags. I grabbed a few pence's and started walking off. Harry was trying to catch up to me.
"You need to go back. Come on, he's family. You don't abandon family." Harry said. That made me stop in my tracks. I turned around and we were face to face. We were literally inches away from each other. I was peering into his beautiful green eyes.
"Do you know what ohana means?" I asked. Harry shook his head. "Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten. And that's exactly what my family did to me."
I turned around and started walking. I walked into a convenience store. I bought a packs of fags and a lighter. I walked outside and saw Harry standing there. I groaned and lite up a fag.
"Are you some sort of cra-" I cut myself off when I saw him. The guy from the other night. "You know what. Take me back to Liam's."
"Wait, really?" Harry asked, shocked.
"Y-yea. Where are you parked?" I asked, never taking my eyes off of the man. It brought back horrid memories.
"Just around the corner."
"Let's go then."
We walked, scratch that. Harry walked, I nearly ran to his car. We got in and headed to Liam's house.
"You wanna tell me what that was all about?" He asked.
"I don't trust strangers." I said. I turned to look at Harry. His eyes were focused on the road. "I don't really trust anyone."
"You know, you're gonna have to talk to me about that bruise."
"I... Um.... Ran into a pole...?"
"Whatever you say." We pulled up at Liam's and I jumped out of the car. It started getting awkward in there. I walked through the door and Liam ran over to me.
"Don't say anything." I said, putting my hand in his face.
"Bu-"
"Ah!"
"Bu-"
"No!"
I stormed past Liam and went up to the guest room. I set my duffle bag and guitar case down on the bed. The drawers were trashed. I walked into the ensuite and looked at the ugly girl in front of me.
My eyes flooded with tears. I slid down the back of the door. I pulled up my sleeve to reveal the many scars. I grabbed a razor that I left in here. I slid it across my fore arm. The oozing red blood poured out of the gap in my skin. I didn't feel a thing anymore. I cleaned myself up and pulled my sleeve down.
I walked out of the bathroom only to see Liam sitting on the bed. He startled me and I yelled, "Fuck!"
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Liam apologized. I walked over and sat next to him.
"So," I said awkwardly.
"I want to apologize. It's not like me to come and go through your things like that."
"It's alright, Li. But next time, just ask me. You're the only family I have left. Except for Aunt Karen and Uncle Geoff. I mean, they said they never wanted to hear from me again, so i'm granting their wish."
"Your always welcome here." Liam stood up and headed towards the door. "Oh, and don't unpack. We're going to LA tomorrow morning." He said before running down stairs.
"WHAT?!"
