I slammed the door behind me but it was immediately being opened again.
I determinedly marched my way past his car and into the narrow street.
"Get back here!" I heard him hiss, he sounded further away now, probably still standing in the door way. I didn't turn around to look.
I kept walking until I reached the corner. I looked both left and right, trying to decide which way to go.
Oh god, how am I ever going to find my way home? I groaned mentally. I was probably miles away by now. I was in a part of the city that I had never seen before, nor did I ever wish to see it again. It was disgusting.
I decided to go left, cause why the hell not? I had no idea where I was going anyways and that was the best reasoning I had. Why the hell not?
Just as I turned and my foot left the pavement to take my first step, a bare arm wrapped around my waist.
I gasped in surprise and immediately started struggling at their arms.
"Let me go!" I yelled and swung my arms wildly.
"Shut up, it's me," Harry hissed.
"Yeah, I know, that's why I'm yelling," my left elbow connected with his ribs and I felt him wince.
"I'm not letting you go, so you might as well just stop fighting me,"
"And I'm not going to stop fighting you, so you might as well just let me go," I yelled at him.
I heard him laugh, it wasn't an amused laugh. It was cut off short.
"Fine then, if you must. We both know you stand no chance, but please, do whatever you feel you must do,"
"Shut up, Harry," I spat at him. This only cause him to laugh again.
I squirmed in his arms harder yet. I thought that I might look like a child at the clinic struggling against their mother's grasp when they know that they are being taken to get a shot. Except I wasn't bawling. And I didn't care what I looked like at the moment.
"Harry, let me go,"
"Not a chance,"
We were now back at his front door. He quickly opened the door and had to drag me through it.
"Can't you see that I don't want to be here?" I said as he dropped me onto the couch.
He looked at me with mock surprise.
"No really? I would've never guessed," The sarcasm dripped from his voice.
He ran a hand through his hair and sank down onto the couch next to me.
I stared at him.
He bent his head back and rested it on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. His curls fell behind him. He looked exhausted.
I decided to try a different approach. I took a deep breath.
"Harry," I said softly. He didn't respond.
"Can you tell me what's going on?" He still didn't move. Did he fall asleep?
I placed my hand on his arm, "Please," I begged.
This got him. I dropped my hand. He raised his head and looked at me. He stared into my eyes.
And then he sighed.
"I've been assigned to protect you," He looked away. He looked down at some invisible spot on the worn carpet.
My eyebrows scrunched together with confusion.
"Like I said before, you're in danger and somebody has asked me to look after you,"
I still didn't understand. How was I in danger? I mean, yeah, those guys in the alley, they were bad but I'm not with them anymore and surely they won't go through the trouble to find me now. They were just alley scum.
I shook my head. "But, who?"
His eyes met mine again. "Your father,"
I froze. My eyes quickly looked back and forth between his looking for some trace of a lie. I started shaking my head, my emotions building up again. My lip quivered slightly. Harry opened his mouth to say something. But I stood up abruptly and cut him off.
"What the fück are you talking about? Who put you up to this? This isn't funny Harry!" I yelled at him, furious.
He stood up now, at my sudden outburst.
"Your dad told me to keep an eye out for you, to make sure you didn't get into any trouble. And nobody put me up to this, I don't know why you would think that," He looked genuinely confused now.
"Because my dad is dead, Harry,"