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.


20. Suitcases



When we got to my house, I saw suitcases sitting in the doorway leading into the living room. My fear suddenly went up, hoping to god it wasn’t who I thought it was. Bethany was behind me, trying to push around me.

“Bethany…wait here.” I said quietly. She looked at me like I was crazy but I guess she knew to listen to me. I walked to the living room and peaked my head in, seeing my dad there. I choked up and closed my eyes. I tried to breathe but I knew in a few minutes, he would know I was here with Bethany…and she’d be screwed. I needed to get her out of here…and now.

I tip-toed back out to Bethany and saw her still waiting there. She looked slightly annoyed but, nonetheless, she listened to me.

“We need to leave…now.” I whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” Bethany questioned me. Shit.

“Harry, do you have another girl here?” I whipped around and saw my dad standing there. I choked up and glanced at Bethany.

“She’s here to tutor me dad…so I can stay on the soccer team…” I stammered.

“Yeah…is she now?” He started walking closer to us and from the corner of my eye, I saw Bethany slide behind me. My dad was intimidating and he knew it too. He also used it to his advantage to chase people away since he didn’t want anyone here to see what he did to me, my mom, and to know what he did to my sister.

“Yes…she is.” I said quietly.

“Can I talk to the little lady herself?”

“No.” I pushed.

“I think I can.”

“I said you can’t…” I said, feeling small compared to my father.

“I said, I think I can!” My dad screamed, grabbing me and throwing me to the ground. On the way down my head hit a wall and I felt my vision go black for a moment. When I got some of it back, I saw my dad had Bethany pinned to the wall.

“GET OFF HER!” I screamed, pushing myself off the floor and pushed my dad down, off of her. Bethany looked scared out of her mind and was pressing back tears.

“Don’t touch me boy…” My dad said angrily, standing up. I felt Bethany cling to my shirt and I felt her face buried in my back.

“You can hurt me all you want…but don’t touch her…” I said, looking down.

“Joseph!” We heard a scream. We all turned and my mom was standing at the top of the stairs. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m just trying to get to know Harry’s tutor.” My dad said. My mom smiled weakly, knowing it wasn’t the truth; however…she couldn’t do anything about it.

“Oh, that’s alright than. I’m so happy you’re home.” My mom came down the stairs and gave me the signal she was about to distract my dad so I could get Bethany out. I nodded as my mom grabbed my dad and started kissing him passionately. I grabbed Bethany and our bags and ran out of the house and to my car. I started it up as my dad came running out but before he could get to my car, I floored it out of the driveway.

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