Wanted You More

Bethany is top in her class, head-strong, and basically you're definition of a perfect girl but she has no intention of trying to be like every other girl and try to get Harry, the popular, good looking, soccer star, to like her...in fact, she doesn't really like him. But when Bethany is assigned to help Harry get his grades up and he realizes that Bethany is different than everyone else, will Bethany cave into giving Harry a chance or will she continue to stick to her idea that he is a spoiled, stuck up ass?

Includes sex, drugs, alcohol, self harm references/actions, and cursing.


36. Push Me Away



As soon as we walked into the kitchen, of course my dad was about to kill my mother. I pushed Bethany out of the way and tackled my dad to the ground, knocking the knife from his hand. My mom was in tears and went running over to Bethany who took her in her arms. Bethany held my mom as I dealt with my father. I grabbed a towel as I straddled my dad and held it over his nose and mouth so he couldn’t breathe. He tried to push me but he was too drunk to get me off him. I felt tears prick my eyes as my dad slowly stopped moving. When he stopped struggling and his eyes closed I slowly removed the towel from his face and he started breathing softly, dead asleep.

I looked over my shoulder and Bethany was holding my mom, whispering in her ear. I couldn’t hear or tell what she was saying but whatever it was; it was calming my mom down. I bit my lip watching Bethany stay utterly calm in this situation. It was…almost a work of art. I slowly walked over and sat down by them.

“Mom…” I whispered. She looked up at me and her face was black, blue, and purple making tears slip down my cheek.

“Harry…I’ll be okay.” She smiled weakly at me, making me cry even more. “I’m going to be strong for Gemma.” I tensed up at the sound of her name. Gemma.

“Who’s Gemma?” Bethany asked quietly.

“No one.” I spat out. My mom looked at me, new tears forming in her eyes.

“Nice Harry…” Bethany said. “Real nice.” Bethany helped my mom up and got her ice for her face. I started to cry myself because when I looked at Bethany, I saw Gemma. She acted just like her; they were both strong, they were both so sure of themselves…it was almost as if Bethany was Gemma…

I watched as Bethany fixed up my mom. She made her some tea as I dragged my dad up to the bedroom so he would wake up thinking nothing had happened like he always had. When I came back down, Bethany was gathering her books up.

“Will you be alright Mrs. Styles?” Bethany asked.

“Please…call me Anne.” Bethany smiled and nodded.

“Okay…will you be okay Anne?”

“I will be…thank you.” Bethany looked skeptical but said nothing.

“Alright; I’ll be on my way than.” Bethany started towards the door. I followed her and stopped her before she could leave.



“Move Harry.” I demanded.

“We have plans…” He whispered.

“Not anymore we don’t.”

“Bethany…please…I didn’t plan for this to happen!”

“I didn’t expect you too, but when you hurt your mom like that…” I paused and took a deep breath. I shook my head, disappointed in him. “Whoever Gemma is, she’s very important to your mom and what you said hurt her. That’s…horrible.”

“You don’t understand…and you wouldn’t!” Harry yelled.

“BECAUSE YOU WON’T TELL ME!” I shouted back at him. “YOU DON’T TELL ANYONE ANYTHING! HOW TO YOU EXPECT FOR ANYONE TO STICK AROUND IF ALL YOU DO IS PUSH THEM AWAY AND HURT THEM, HARRY?! WHY DO YOU THINK I CAN’T STAND BEING AROUND YOU?! BECAUSE AQLL YOU DO IS HURT PEOPLE!” I screamed in his face, pushing him out of my way. Tears were pricking my eyes as I ran out of his house and down his driveway. I ran all the way to the bus stop and cried my whole way home.



I didn’t realize it, but I had tears streaming down my face and my mom was standing in the doorway, watching the whole thing. I quickly wiped the tears away and ran straight into my mom.

“Harry…” My mom whispered. I fell into her arms, sobbing into her neck. “If you care about her, open up to her. All she wants to do is figure you out so she can help you.” I pushed my mom off me and shook my head.

“She will never understand me…” I whispered. I grabbed my backpack and walked out to my car. I started it up and started driving. I had no idea where I was going, nor did I care.

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