That One Summer

Trayka is a 19 year old girl who lives with her Aunt and Uncle after her parents mysteriously died when she was 5. She doesn't have any friends, brothers or sisters, she's just alone by herself in the world. But one Summer changes her life for good, one guy becomes more than she thought he would.

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9. True Colors

"I got sunshinnnnnnnne on a cloudy day and when it's colllllllllllld out side, I've got the month of May. Well, I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way? My girl, my girl, my girl. Talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl." I woke up to Harry singing "My Girl" by The Temptations to me. I rolled over and smiled as I smelt his left over cologne on the sheets and pillow next to me. "Mmm, morning baby." I said running my fingers through his curls. He smiled and leaned into me "Morning, beautiful." he said in his morning voice. I l smiled and groaned. "I love waking up to you." I said in a soft voice. He nodded "As do I. There's no other way I would want to start off my day." he smiled. I kissed him on the lips and got up out of the bed. His phone rang as soon as I grabbed my shirt and put it on.

 

"Hello?" he answered. I didn't know who it was, but whoever it was, Harry seemed kind of disappointed a bit that they called. I knew he wanted to spend the day together today.

"Yeah, just bring her by Tom." Bring who by? And who's Tom? "Yeah, no problem. Bye Tom." and he hung up. I walked back over to the bed and sat down. "Who's Tom?" I asked him. Harry locked his phone and looked up at me. "Tom is my god daughters dad."

 

God daughter? He's a god father??

 

"Oh, I didn't know you were a god father..." I said. He nodded "Yeah, I was going to tell you multiple times, but I kinda forgot...I'm really sorry." I smiled "It's okay, I mean...yeah, it's a huge thing to forget, but it's okay, babe." he nodded. "Yeah, I know and I'm sorry. But, Lux is the cutest though, she's got the cutest blonde hair and cheeks." I smiled. "She's sounds adorable." I replied. I was kinda nervous, because of the fact I've never been good with kids. I've never really been around them that much.

 

...

 

Later that day, the door bell rang. Harry got up off the couch to answer it and there stood a guy with red hair and little blonde baby. "Lux!" Harry called out as he grabbed her and hugged her. I smiled at the sight of seeing him with a baby in his arms. It kind of made me change my mind about what I wanted.

 

Harry looked back at me and raised his eyebrows. "Oh, Tom...this is Trayka, my girlfriend?" I smiled and nodded. We both looked back at Tom who was looking kind of confused. "Well, good luck with that. Your relationship, or whatever..." I narrowed my eyes at him.

 

What's that all about?

 

Tom handed Harry Lux's diaper bag and smiled. "See ya, mate." Harry nodded and shut the door.

 

We turned around and saw Lux already playing with her barbie dolls on the floor. "Can she talk?" I asked and Harry nodded. "Yep. You should hear the way she says my name." Harry walked over to Lux and knelt down beside her. "Lux" Harry said and she looked up with a smile and baby drool all over her chin. "Who am I?" he asked. She looked at Harry and smiled really big as she said "Hally." I giggled as she called him that. "That's the cutest thing I have ever heard." Harry stood up after kissing her head and pulled me to the couch.

 

We watched Lux play with her toys as Harry snuggled me close to him. "You talk to your aunt?" "Since we got into it? No. I think she pretty much hates me." My aunt was like my mom, so it did kill me inside being upset with her and knowing she's upset with me, too. "What did you guys even get into it about?" he asked and I frowned. "You."

 

Harry leaned up causing me to become uncomfortable and leaning up as well. "Me?" I nodded and shrugged. "She doesn't think you're good enough for me, I guess." Harry scoffed and got up off the couch shaking his head. "Perfect." Maybe I shouldn't of said anything. He looked pretty angry about this and I couldn't help thinking it's happened before. I tried thinking of something to say to make it better. "I mean, she just very over protective of me. Since what happened with my parents...she doesn't know if the people who killed them could still be out there. Or have new people after me, you know..." "So she thinks I could be a killer?" When he asked that, I then realized how bad what I said was and why he took it in a bad way. "No, Harry. I'm just saying-" Harry pulled me up off the couch and drug me into the bedroom where we've shared already great memories together.

 

Harry shut the door behind him and stared back at me with blackened eyes. "You think I'm a bad guy?" he asked me. He walked closer to me as I backed up and fell on his bed and gasped. "No, Harry. I don't..." He was growing angrier and angrier by the second.

 

Harry climbed on the bed and I backed up to the wall. "Harry, I don't think you're a bad guy." I said with a shaky voice. I was only scared because I've never seen him this angry before. Harry hovered over me and I felt his warm breath. "Then why are you backing away as I get closer to you?" he asked. I shrugged hiding my face and my tears from him, because it would make him think I was afraid of him, but it was just his anger that scared me. I looked up though at him and saw his jaw tense up and he breathed in heavily. "Because, you're fucking scared of me!!!" he said and he hit the wall beside me with his fist. I jumped at how close it was and I gasped. Harry backed away and paced back and forth with his hands on the back of his neck. "Fuck!" I screamed.

 

I covered my head and my stomach flipped and I felt like I was going to puke. I didn't know what I should do or what I should say, but I found myself getting up and walking towards Harry. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around and heard his breathing. It was staggered and fast. I didn't say anything as I took his arms and wrapped them around me and my arms flew around his neck. "Everything is okay. I'm not going anywhere, no one is going to keep me from you." I said as my fingers went through his hair trying to calm him down. Harry sniffled and I felt him begin to cry. "Please don't. I can't lose you." I felt his grip around me become tighter. "I won't. I promise. You're the one thing in my life that makes me happy, Harry." Harry and I fell to the floor as he broke down even more. He cried into my stomach and I ran my fingers through his curls and cried with him.

 

He had a anger problem and I knew I could at least try to help him.

 

Later that night:

 

I went home that night. I didn't expect my aunt to talk to me if she saw me. I figured she was still pissed about the other night.

 

I walked up to the stairs when my aunt came out of the computer room. "Trayka?" she poked her head around. I turned around "Yeah?" "Will you come in here please?" I nodded and walked to the door way. I thought it was about the other night and what my punishment was going to be. She was probably going to make me stay away from Harry because I stay with him most nights.

 

I walked in and the laptop was running, but the monitor was turned off and my uncle was sitting in the other chair. "What's going on?" I asked looking back from him to my aunt. My aunt sighed and moved the mouse pad on the laptop and the screen came on and a picture of Harry was on the right side with a list of information on him. "Just read through it sweetie." she said and sat me down in front of the computer. He was charged with assault, traffic violations, and had a class C felony for the procession of marijuana. He also had a sexual assault against him, some girl accused him of raping her. 

 

"Where did you get this?" I asked with tears in my eyes. "We did a background check on him." I wiped my eyes. "This is wrong." I stood up and my uncle sat me down. "It's not wrong, Trayka. You just want to tell yourself it's wrong. He's not a good guy."

 

I just spent the whole night with Harry and was constantly asked by him if I thought that.

 

"Harry isn't this kind of guy. He can't be...I know him! You don't!" I yelled back at both of them. "He would never do this stuff!" My aunt walked up to me with tears in her eyes. "Shhh...." she held me close to her and I cried harder and harder.

 

"This can't be true, he loves me and I love him." I said weakly.

 

I love him.

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