10. Figuring It Out
I sighed as Harry tried to grab my hand across the table.
"No Harry. This is not going to work. I'm, I'm too scared of you." Once I said it, I regretted it. Harry slammed his fists on the table causing the waters to chime.
"I don't get it! Damn it! I said I was sorry!" He yelled, causing us to get some stares. I immediately tried to calm him.
"Shhh, Harry stop. Calm down." I said in a hushed tone
"No you calm down! What is it with you! I'm trying to show you I'm better!" He yelled, standing up this time, making the table jerk in the process. We had the eyes of every person in the room by now.
"Would you calm down, Harry? I said not now! I'm still recovering from when you sexually abused me!" I yelled stretching out the last three words. As I said them he acted as if I was stabbing him. He began to cry.
"I don't understand what I can do to say I'm sorry." He said in a hushed tone.
"I don't know either, but you better figure it out fast." I said while standing up and grabbing my purse on the way out. I snatched Cameron, and scurried to the car.
"Just fucking drive home." I said cutting her off. She got the message and put the key in the ignition. I heard my phone go off, so out of habit I pulled it out. I unlocked it, seeing a text from Harry.
Give me 5 hours. That's all I'm asking. 5 hours. Let me know what you think.
Out of curiosity I responded
What would we do...?
This is just a quick chappie. Sorry it's sooooo short. I'm about to go to bed. The thunderstorms are scaring me lol.