Complicated Love- Book 2

This is Harry's point of view of the first book


10. Complicated Love 2- Chapter 9


Chapter 9- Under the Stars

        That night I texted Hanaa saying, “on my way.” She replied with, “I told her to come outside, she’ll be ready.” It made me smile. I was on my way to her house trying to think of what I would say to her when she got into the car. Then I remembered what advice Liam gave me about stuff like this. He said, “If she’s the right one, the words will come to you, and when they do, they’ll not only be from your brain, but also from your heart.” I knew he was right; I was just scared the words wouldn’t come. I parked in her driveway and saw her leaning against a stop sign at the end of the street. I walked up to her and I saw her head move as she tried to listen.  I turned her around and kissed her. There wasn’t a mistake. It was definitely Claire. As I kissed her, I took off the blindfold she was wearing and put my jacket on her shoulders. I looked her in the eyes as best I could with the dim light and asked, “Do you trust me?” She had no other response but, “Yes.” She followed me to my car and she couldn’t help but ask, “Where are we going?” As soon as she said it I smiled. I laughed and said, “Somewhere we can talk. It’s a surprise.” She lightly laughed. I could tell she was thinking about this. When we got to the open field I planned to go to, we got out. I got lost along the way and I thought it was only 30 minutes but with me getting lost and the actual time, it took about 2 hours and 30 minutes. I went around to the other side of the car and opened her door for her. She looked up at the stars, stunned into silence. It was amazing how I could read her expressions. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her small body. I put my head on her shoulders and told her we would stay here all night if we had to, as long as I found out what seemed to be bothering her all the time. I saw the color drain from her eyes and said, “You can take as much time as you need to. Tonight is about you, and I’m going to listen. I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave you, and I won’t hurt you. If you need something, let me know and I’ll get it for you. If you have any questions, ask them. I will find an answer.” By now we were laying in the grass far enough away from the city to see the stars and the moon clearly in the night sky. It was truly magnificent. She asked, “Well…where do you want me to start?” I said, “Wherever you want to begin.”  She thought for a minute, and then began talking. “When I was a little girl, my parents always used to fight. Not a day would pass without a fight. My mom was a very disagreeable person. She couldn’t even get along with her friends most of the time. From what I remember, she was always sick. She claimed it was because our house was moldy, but we didn’t have the money to clean it even if it was. When she wasn’t in bed, she was out with her friends at some sort of group weekend get-away type of thing. She always came back a little bit relaxed, but anyone who knew her knew that she couldn’t relax. She had to fight about something, anything. She has gone to the doctor numerous times. Each time she came back without any sickness.” Claire paused and I asked, “So where is your mother now?” It took a couple minutes to answer me. A soft whisper into the stars came out, “Dead.” then a few more moments of silence. Now I know what her dad meant when he said I didn’t know what a lot to handle was. “She was killed. She didn’t have a job so she stayed home all day until it was time to pick me up from pre-school, or she had to run an errand she didn’t trust my dad to do. One day, she was at home. The door was unlocked like it always was, but this time someone came in. a man tried to rob us, and my mom got in the way. She was healthy enough to get out of bed and walk around the house to find the source of the noise. The front door was wide open so the police think she grabbed a bat after realizing someone else was with her. She didn’t call for help. She was too strong willed to think she needed any. She went into the room where the robber was, but there were more than one. One person was collecting stuff, while the other one stood guard in case the plan back fired. The police report says that my mother held the bat up ready to strike, when the man came behind her and smashed it into her head. They said even if she lived, she probably would’ve been blind or not made a full recovery. The back of her skull was cracked and she was killed on impact. The two who robbed us never took anything, but my mother away from me. It’s been over 10 years and they haven’t found the men responsible. My school called my house over and over wondering where she was. Hanaa’s mother called the police when she got home from work and wondered why our front door was open. She found my mom first, and called the police. They called my school and the police picked me up and drove me home. They wouldn’t tell me why I was there, but I knew something was wrong because cops were surrounding my house. I got out and my dad ran to me, picked me up, hugged me tight and said with as much strength as possible ‘looks like it’s just you and me now. You know what I’ve told you about stories in the newspapers about robberies and murders right?’ I nodded my head slowly and asked if that’s what happened to us. He told me evil men came into our house and hit mommy really hard, that she went to Heaven, and we’ll see her again someday. Even though I was only 4, I remember the funeral, the visitation, the sorries, the hugs, the family, the pain, and the love. Even though my parents almost never got along, my dad still loved her enough to say she was going to Heaven and that everything was going to be okay. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t know how you’d react.”She said turning her head to look at me. I looked at her with sheer bewilderment, and said, “I can’t imagine what that’s like. But I do know I will not hurt you. Anything you need, whether its money, or comfort, or just a way to get your mind off things, I’m here. I’m not going to hurt you. Ever.” Then she said, “You really don’t mind if I dump my problems on you? Hanaa is really the only one I’ve ever told this to and I know she understands, but are you alright?” I replied, “Claire, there’s no way I can even begin to imagine what has happened to you, or how you feel, but this night is about you.” I said getting closer to her, wiping away the tears, lips almost touching, “I’m here to listen. Don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself and really think about yourself.” For a moment she paused. I brushed the hair off her face and she traced my cheek with her finger. I kissed her, and I could feel her tears running down her face. I was crying too. I pulled away and glared into her soul. I could tell what she was thinking but was waiting for her to say it. “As long as I’m wrapped in your arms, and your kiss is all mine, I’ll be okay.” I smiled the best smile I could and she laid her head on my chest. I put my arms around her and we stayed there, gazing at the beauty of the stars and the moon. The now steady beat of my heart calmed me, and we both fell asleep.

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