The Fight.

An Image, A memory, A fist.

Kasey is nineteen and she's a mess. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time, she meets someone that she wishes she never did. She see's things she wishes she never did. But, although violent and a little frightening her relationship with Harry is passionate, sexy and the best mistake of her life...

[The Fight2- now available.]


29. Goodbye Harry.

Harry’s unreadable figure still stood staring blankly at me as if he was trying to figure something out. He then smiled slightly pulling me towards the sofa and sitting me down next to him. An inch of hope washed over me as his smile lightened the mood, and then he spoke.


"I've been invited to a school reunion..." Harry's soft voice told me as my face grew confused. There was no way that phone call was just about a school reunion. He was acting so weird; he’s got to be hiding something. I was about to begin questioning him when he continued to speak.


"You know a while ago Dom came over to talk about some business?" I slowly nodded remembering running out on him and collapsing onto the street in tears.


"Well, one of my old mates will be there and…let’s just say ‘mates’ isn’t really the right word. We’ve never really got along so-" Harry told me, trying to make it sound as pleasant as possible and I could tell he was covering up the truth. As the words left his mouth and before I even let him finish what his was saying I quickly replied,


"Harry. Please don't do anything stupid." I pleaded and then silence fell. His face grew guilty and worried which only made me think that it was even worse than I originally thought.


"I'm gunna fight him." Harry simply spoke getting straight to the point and my jaw dropped.


"It's ok; it's a proper fight, a professionally organised one, done by the book not like the usual, it’s in my old school gym." Harry tried to convince me. It didn't work. I gulped trying to bury my sadness and anger, that feeling you get before you cry building inside me like an unwanted sneeze. Knowing, that everything that was about to happen would crush me, would ruin everything and would end so badly.

"A proper fight." I snigger un-amused. Oh yeah one of those 'proper fights' in the movies where the police always end up arresting someone. Oh. Wait. That already happened to him. 

"Don't lie to me Harry! I know it's not. People are probably even betting money on you aren’t they?" I asked, he didn’t reply but I could tell by the longing look on his face that I was right.

"Babe I-"


"No Harry. If you're gunna do this. Then I don’t think I can do us." His face tensed, darkness hitting him immediately but then it fell soft again.


"But babe, you're my girl. You have to be there." Harry reached to put his hand on the side of my face but I moved my head away knowing that as soon as he touches me I’d fall under his spell.


"I'm your girl? Really Harry? Are you serious? You've never even asked me out on a date for god sake!" My anger became apparent as I began to frantically pace the house picking a few of my things up.


"Wait…Kasey no…come on don’t do this.” His voice became desperate as he followed me around his house pulling on me every now and again but I simply shook off his contact. It was weird to see him like this, like he had weakened and was in some way helpless, like a child. But there was one thing in my mind and one thing only, there is no way Harry was getting what he wanted. I was standing my ground.


"People always get hurt Harry. You've hurt people, you've hurt me...and to be honest I can cope with that." I sniffled as tears teased my eyes and I started to look at him, his up emerald gaze already on me.


"B-But you know what I can't cope with...?" I paused as I gulped and wiped a few tears that had escaped off of my face. 


"I can't cope with-" I struggled to get my words out as I began opening his front door but turned to face him. 


"I just can't be here when you are the one in trouble. I can’t be here when you get arrested. I can’t be here when you get hurt. I-I can't stay here. I can't stay with you." Staring out at the grey street and not even looking back at him I softly said my final words,


"Goodbye Harry."

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