22. Chapter 22
As he drove his motorcycle down the highway, I clung to him, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
The wind felt good since it was rather warm outside.
I smiled and just closed my eyes.
I didn't know where we were going, but I was trusting Harry now, unlike before.
Surprisingly, I was calm and the fear had just...Vanished.
When he pulled off of the highway, I looked around wondering where we were exactly.
I had absolutely no clue where he was taking me, but I wasn't letting that get to me.
When he pulled over on the side of the road and cut the engine, I wondered what he was doing.
He took his helment off and I did the same.
He had pulled over onto a dirt patch on the side of the road.
On the side across from the road were only a few houses that were spaced out pretty well, but on our side, all I seen was grass and a hill.
I got off of the motorcycle and he followed my action.
"Harry, where are we?" I asked.
"Home." He says looking into my eyes.
The word sent shivers down my spine and I felt a the air become heavier.
"Home?" I repeated, confused.
His hands find his pockets and he looks into my eyes.
"You left because I wouldn't tell you what you wanted to know...I never told you because I didn't want to relive the past..." He says, his voice taking on a soft tone. "But I know that you need to know--Especially if this is going to work."
Looking into his eyes, I only nodded.
"Today, I'm going to show you." He says. "But you're going to have to trust me."
"I do." I said as he took my hand.
"Alright then, come with me." He said and we began following a trail that led up the hill.
Once we made it up the trail, I looked out over the field.
Nothing but tombstones stood up from the ground and I gulped.
It was a cemetery.
Harry continued walking with me as he made his way through the cemetery.
We passed several graves before he stopped at two in particular.
Both had the exact same design on them....It was that of a single rose trapped inside a vase.
It reminded me of the enchanted rose from Beauty and the Beast.
He knelt down, his hand leaving mine.
"It's not the first time taht rumours have circled about me, lost of people think I'm a killer." He begins. "But they're the ones that don't know the true story...."
I watched and listened to him as he continued.
"Four years ago, there was a...Tragedy..." He explained. "My mom and my sister were in the kitchen--It was the day before Thanksgiving--they were making cookies and stuff for the next day. My grandparents, family and friends were coming over for dinner. I was in my bedroom, working on studying for an exam for the following week....When I heard the gunshot."
Chills ran down my spine at his words.
"I heard my sister screaming and then there was another gunshot. As silence filled the house, I jumped out of my seat and made my way into the kitchen where they were, only to find them laying in a puddle of blood. I felt him there and as I checked for a pulse, I felt him near me. He would've killed me next if I hadn't suprised him by knocking him off his feet.
I kept him there until the cops arrived. My mom and sister were already dead. There was nothing I could've done....But what was more surprising was that it was an old family friend my mom had dated, Chris."
I listened to him as tears formed in my eyes.
"They wanted to blame me, but quickly found out that I wasn't to blame. Time went on, but that never made it easier. My friends helped me, but every time I have to relive the past, it kills me and I seen it all happen again." He looks at me as I kneel beside him.
"I'm sorry." I say, not knowing what else to add.
He just nods. "That's what they all said to me the day of the funeral."
His eyes then turn to look at the graves. "Madison, I'd like you to meet my mom and my sister. Anne and Gemma."
I smiled a little. "Nice to meet you both." I said and he even smiled.
We both stood up and he looked into my eyes. "I'm sorry I never told you."
"It's fine, you were just trying to prevent getting hurt again." I said.
He pulled me into a hug and I smiled.
I knew that he was still hurting and that the rumours didn't help, but I wanted him to know that I was here for him....Nomatter what.