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She got away, but she wasn't safe. He would come back for her. No one ever got away from him

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Brigh’s POV

 

            More than you think. Those stupid words haunted me all the way home, while I ate dinner, while I got ready for bed and I even dreamt about those fucking words. This was stupid. Why wouldn’t he tell me? And who the hell was that guy that punched Harry? More importantly, how did he know my name?

            Was it possible that Harry could have mentioned it to that guy while he was talking to him? Probably, but he wasn’t that idiotic to say my name to a complete stranger. As much as Harry is annoying the heck out of me, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was alright. I almost convinced myself to get out of this bed and check up on him, but I don’t. No, if he was going to be an ass about things, than I am staying right here; In this bed.

            Right as my eyelids started to droop, a thought hit me. Harry wasn’t here. Oh shit. Of course we would have a fight during the possible worst time of my life due to these nightmares. And of course he wasn’t here. Maybe I should have let him be… No. I had a right to question him and he just chose to be a asshole about it.

            “Kate?” I whispered, staring at the ceiling. Hopefully she was still awake.

            “Kate?” I said a bit louder.

            “Hm,” Kate said sleepily. I looked over at her. She was on her side, facing me with lazy eyes.

            “Can I sleep with you? I don’t want to sleep alone.” I said sheepishly. Kate sighed.

            “Sure. Do you want me to duct tape your mouth shut so you don’t starting screaming?” She teased. I giggled. I am thankful she was trying to be funny about it.

            “Thank you, Kate and you can keep the duct tape out of this.”

            “Whatever you say, B,”

            I toss back my duvet and clamber into Kate’s bed, taking the side by the wall. Kate scoots over to give me more room and hands me a pillow.

            “What’s wrong with you and Harry?” She asked as I lay my head on the slightly flat pillow. I groaned.

            “I don’t even know. He’s not telling me anything and it’s annoying.” I whispered and rolled my eyes. Kate went silent. I look over at her. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling overhead.

            “So are you and Michael together?” I decided to ask. Kate looked at me, a smile tugging at her lips.

            “I don’t know. I’m not sure what we are yet. I’ll know when we go on a few more dates.” She answered and looked away. I nodded and looked at the wallpaper on the wall. Flowers; even though I thought that flowers were pretty, this wallpaper was hideous.

            “Goodnight, Kate.” I mumbled, allowing my eyes to droop lower and lower.

            “Goodnight, Brigh.” I heard her mutter back, her tone sad. I ignored it and let sleep wash over me.

*

            “Brigh, wake up!” Kate cried hysterically. I jolted awake, frantically looking around the room. Edna and John were standing at the foot of the bed with terrified expressions on. Kate was crying and I had no idea why.

            “W-what happened?” My voice sounded hoarse and rough. I cleared my throat a few times and coughed.

            “Oh my god, Brigh, you were screaming so loud. It scared me so much!” Kate sobbed and attacked me in a hug. My eyes widened. I racked my brain for the nightmare that supposedly happened, but nothing. I don’t remember dreaming anything. I brought my hands to my eyes and rubbed. When I pulled them back, they were wet. I guess I was crying.

            “But I don’t remember anything,” I mumbled, wiping my eyes.  Kate looked shaken up. Was it really that bad? “Tell me what happened.”

 

Kate’s POV

 

~Flashback~

 

            “Goodnight, Kate,” Brigh mumbled to me. I looked over at her.

            “Goodnight, Brigh,” I answered her sadly. My heart broke for her. Why was Harry acting like a douche when Brigh needed him? With these thoughts, I let the darkness cover me like a blanket.

 

 

            “AH!” I flinched awake. Brigh was thrashing her arms and legs next to me, letting the most ear-splitting scream escape her lips. Tears poured down her face and sweat clung to her skin. I gasped and tugged back the covers from her body.

            “Brigh,” I said loudly. Her hands flung up to her chest, clawing at it frantically while making these weird gurgling sounds. My chest heaved heavily and my breathing was rough. Wetness prickled my eyes and my lip trembled as I tried to wake Brigh. Nothing was working! The tears quickly broke through and swam down my cheeks.

            “Brigh, wake up!” I cried. Edna and John rushed into the room, holding the bottle of pills. Her thrashing stilled and her eyes opened in fear and confusion.

 

Brigh’s POV

 

            I listened intently as Kate told me what happened. But one thing didn’t make sense. What was I dreaming about to make me scream so loud, according to Kate? I glanced down at my chest and traced a finger along a red, irritated scratch mark, wincing when I pressed down to hard.

            “I called Karen,” Edna spoke for the first time. I could see that this was hard for her to see. I bet she never had to deal with something like this before.

            “Wait… why,” I asked, not trying to be rude. I didn’t really want to see Harry right now; I didn’t want to see anyone right now. I just wanted to be by myself.

            “Because they deserve to know what is happening,” Her answer confused me. Why did they need to know? Oh shit. Now Michael knows doesn’t he? The sympathetic look on John’s face confirms it. What the hell.

            I grunted in response and swallowed two anxiety pills without water. Then there was a knock on the door.

            “I’ll get it, you just stay here.” Edna commanded and hurried out of the room. Kate was wiping her eyes and running a hand through her unruly hair. I didn’t care about my appearance right now, not like I’m trying to impress Harry. John followed Edna out of the room, but giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek before he left, leaving just Kate and I.

            “Are you going to go down there?” I asked her. She looked at me like I was crazy.

            “No, I don’t need to. I’ll stay right here with you.” Kate answered with certainly. I shook my head.

            “You don’t have to. I know Michael is downstairs and I’m sure he would like to talk to you.” I gave her my best smile and gestured to the door with my head. She looked hesitant.

            “You sure,”

            “Yeah, I’m fine. I just want to be alone right now.”

            “Alright,” she sighed and wrapped me in another hug. I groaned when she left, falling back onto the bed. I rolled my eyes when there was a knock on the door.

            “Yeah,” I snapped. The door opened slowly and Harry slipped in. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a Rolling Stones t-shirt. His jaw was a yellow colour mixed with blue.

            “Hey,” he said and stood awkwardly by the door. I shot a glare at him.

            “Hey,” I mocked him. He ignored it and came a little closer.

            “Are you alright?” He asked.

            I scoffed quietly. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

            “You’re, uh, welcome.”

            The silence was so thick with tension, I know he was being cautious and it was getting on my nerves.

            “Care to tell me who that guy was yesterday?”

            Harry sighed, “I told you, I don’t know.”

            Anger bled through my veins. He’s lying. I know he his. I can tell by the way his nostrils flare slightly and his eyes would flicker, nearly unseen, but I caught it.

            “Why the hell are you lying to me?” I spit. I hate liars.

            “I’m not lying to you Brigh! And it doesn’t concern you anyway!” Harry raised his voice.

            “Like hell it does! He knows my name, Harry; my name. And you’re here telling me it’s not any of my concern?” My voice dropped dangerously low. I feel like I could explode any second. And he was testing my limit.

            “It doesn’t fucking matter if he knows your name or not! So what? I’m telling you that it doesn’t concern you and you should fucking mind your own god damn business!” Harry snapped. My eyes widened.

            “I should mind my own business?” I mumbled to myself.

“You’re an asshole.” I directed to him with a glare. He glared back, ten times harder. The gleam in his eyes looked deadly and his lips where pressed into a straight line.

“Maybe if you weren’t a bitch, this might not have happened.” He said lowly. I cowered back when he stepped forward. He put his lips right against my ear.

“Remember Brigh, this is my problem, not yours. Got it?” His words were harsh again my ear and tears threatened to form. He pulled back and gave one last deadly glare and stormed out. My hands started to shake and my bottom lip was trembling. He called you a bitch, my subconscious said. He’s nothing but a motherfucking douche bag; nothing but trouble. I ignored her and shoved her out of my mind.

            Despite what just happened, I couldn’t let her talk bad about Harry. Now I sound like a crazy person, talking to myself but Harry is a good person…right?

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Here's chapter 22 So you guys can still ask us some questions about whatever you want. :)

-Hunterx

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