After school, Harry took me out for pizza just like he promised. We went to 800 Degrees Pizza Place because we haven’t been there in so long, their pizza is amazing, and they have the best milkshakes. A lot of kids from school hang out there on Friday nights since it’s the best place to hang out and some of the kids like to go in the play place just to play in the ball pit when there is no one in there. It gets hectic sometimes here but it’s still a lot of fun. After Harry and I had our pizza we ordered our favorite milkshake that we always get when we go there: Chocolate Dream sundae milkshake. It comes in a huge sundae glass filled with chocolate (obviously) along with a touch of chocolate ice cream, whip cream, chocolate syrup, and a cherry on top.
It also even comes with crazy swirly straws and that’s what makes the milkshake even better. It’s one of the best milkshakes in the whole restaurant but it’s so hard to finish the whole thing because it’s so big and it fills you up quickly. When we finished half of it, I started to feel a lot better than I did this morning. I have to admit that Harry really did make it up to me. He never fails to make me forgive him when we don’t speak to each other after some stupid argument. Well, that’s what best friends are for. After Harry paid the check, we decided to stay a little while to talk and digest. My stomach felt like it was going to burst. We finally left after our stomachs calmed down and we’re now on our way to his house so we can do our homework together, like we always do. Just as he pulled into the driveway of his house, Harry groans with frustration when he see’s Anne’s car in the driveway.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I forgot that my Mum comes home early on Mondays,” he sighed.
“So…what’s wrong with that?” I laughed.
“All she’s going to do is ask questions and be embarrassing like always,”
I laugh. He loves his Mama very much but at the same time he gets annoyed with her because she tends to embarrass or “bother” him. At first he used to not mind but now that he’s 16 he wants to get treated like a man and not like a baby.
“It’s not funny,” he said when he noticed me laughing.
“Yes it is,” I giggled.
He laughs a little and shakes his head.
“Alright let’s go,”
We grab our bags from the backseat and then we go inside. Just as walked through the front hallway, we hear Anne talking in the kitchen. We go in there and we find her on the phone. I know she’s not talking to my mom because she doesn’t look so excited whenever she’s talking to her so I’m guessing she’s on the phone with someone else. I take one look at Harry and I can tell that he’s not happy. He probably knows who is mom is talking to on the phone.
“Alright, I have to go. My son and his friend just got home. I’ll talk to you later,” Anne said when she noticed us in the kitchen.
She hangs up and sets her phone down on the counter.
“Hey you two. Where have you been?” she asked.
“We went to 300 Degrees for pizza after school,” I replied.
“Oh that’s nice. Did you two have fun?”
“Yeah we did,” I smiled.
She nods and goes back to whatever she was doing.
“Who were you on the phone with?” Harry asked her.
“It was no one, Harry,” she replied.
“Mum?” he said.
She sighs and shuts her laptop. I’m guessing Anne is dating again. She hasn’t been with a man since she and Des got a divorce, which was 9 years ago and every time she’s with someone, Harry doesn’t take it well. He’s very protective when it comes to her dating because he’s afraid that she’s going to get hurt again like she was when she got divorced.
“Harry. It’s nothing serious. He’s just some guy I know from work. We’re just seeing how things go,” she explained.
“But I don’t want you seeing someone,” he explained.
“I know you don’t but it’s been 9 years and I have to move on now,”
“You’re just going to get hurt again,” Harry said.
“No I’m not, Harry. And if I do then I’ll move on just like I did after I divorced your dad. I appreciate your concern, but I’m an adult and I can handle things myself,” Anne exclaimed kindly.
“Well whoever that guy is, he better be respectful to you and I hope I don’t meet him anytime soon,” Harry said. “Come Alaina. Let’s go,”
He gently pulls me behind him and we go upstairs to his room. Then I shut the door behind us and he sits on his bed, sitting on the side of it with a disappointed look on his face. I admit I felt like that when my mom started dating again after my dad died but I had to learn that she had to move on and I think Harry should do too. It’s been 9 years and he’s still not used to his parents being divorced.
Even though he was 7 and didn’t really understand what was going on when it happened it still made him sad that his parents were never going to be together anymore. At least he still has his dad and gets to see and talk to him often while I get to see mine in the cemetery on special occasions. I sigh and put my bag down by his bed before sitting down beside him.
“You know, what you said to your mom wasn’t nice,” I said.
“I know. I just…I don’t want to get hurt again. She’s been through enough as it is,” he sighed.
“It’s been 9 years, Harry. She’s moved on,” I said.
“You’re right. It’s still weird seeing her with someone else and not my dad. Like if they didn’t want to be together forever why did they get married?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes things just don’t work out, I guess,”
“I guess you’re right,” he mumbled. “Alright. Let’s just start our homework,”
He takes his backpack off and puts it on his bed. I pick up mine before doing the same. We do English, Bio, and Algebra II together and then do the rest independently. He didn’t have that much to do tonight so he was finished before me. Every time I put something away and take something else out to do, Harry would groan with frustration. He’s literally bored out of his mind like always. He hates when I take too long to finish my homework.
“Alaina!” he whined when he saw me take out my History.
“Sorry,” I giggled.
“You’ve been studying for a half an hour! Take a break,” he said.
“This is all I have left to do,”
“How many chapters?” he asked.
I pretend to think for a moment.
“Five,” I lied.
“What?” he exclaimed. “Just kill me now,”
I giggle again as he lays down, facing the wall and gently slap his arm. I have a gullible best friend.
“Kidding. I have to read 3,”
He turns over and playfully rolls his eyes.
“You’re so mean to me,”
“Sorry,” I teased.
“Can you just read one chapter and then call it a night?” he asked.
I take one look at him and his green eyes are sparkling with plead. He’s so cute but I can’t always give him what he wants. I mean, I should read all 3 chapters to understand what we’re learning about in History but at the same time I don’t really want to because I understand a lot about World War II so there’s really no need for me to read at all. I sigh when he starts playfully whining before nuzzling his face into my neck. He’s making me give in again. Why does he have to be so cute?
“Okay fine. I’ll call it a night. I already know about World War II anyway,” I said.
“Praise the Lord!” Harry mumbled as I put my book away.
I laugh and before I had the chance to do anything else, Harry gently pulls me down next to him.
“Harry! What are you doing?” I laughed.
“I want you to cuddle with me. We haven’t done that in a while,” he said while trying to snuggle against me.
“But your mom is home,”
“I don’t care. Come here,” he whined, pulling me closer.
I move closer to him and he immediately wraps his arms around my waist pulling me closer. I don’t understand why he’s doing this. I thought he was with Kendall. Shouldn’t he be doing this with her and not me? Maybe he does but he just wanted to do it with me for once since we never done it for a while. Or maybe she doesn’t and he needed to find someone else to cuddle with, like me. Not that I mind or anything. Who wouldn’t want to cuddle with a cute, adorable boy like Harry?
We spend the rest of the afternoon in his room, cuddling in his bed while watching TV. We watched a few episodes of Family Guy and then we watched our favorite movie, The Hangover. We weren’t allowed to see that movie when it came out but we went anyway with our friends to the midnight premiere. Our mothers still don’t know that we went it’s forever our little secret.
When it was time for me to go, Harry walked me out like he always does. I say goodbye to Anne and then he takes me over to the door. I hate that I’m leaving him for the night but I’m going to see him tomorrow at school. Hopefully Kendall doesn’t try to bother us and try to flirt with him. She hasn’t been around lately since she’s been hanging out with Bianca and her friends so who knows? Maybe she’ll leave us alone for good.
“Can I pick you up tomorrow?” he asked while I put my shoes on.
“Um…I don’t know,”
“Why?” he replied, frowning with confusion.
I start to think about what Kendall told me on Friday; “Stay away from him!” went her voice in my head. I feel like I should listen to her but at the same time I don’t think I should because why should I let her tell me what to do? If she’s going to be dating Harry then she should understand that Harry is my best friend and I’m allowed to be around them.
“Did Kendall say something to you?” he asked.
“How did you know?”
“I can tell by the look on your face. Usually you say yes when I ask if I can pick you up for school,” he replied. “What did she say?”
“She told me to stay away from you on Friday when I was hanging out with Becky, Bailey, and Lauren. It’s no big deal,”
“No big deal? Yes it is a big deal,” he exclaimed. “Why are you letting her tell you what to do?”
“Alaina. Don’t ever let her tell you what to do. You’re my best friend and you’re allowed to be around me as much as you want. If she doesn’t like it then she’s going to have to deal with it,” he said. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I mumbled softly.
“Good. So can I pick you up tomorrow?”
“Sure, I guess,” I said.
He smiles before leaning in to give me a soft kiss on my temple.
“Okay. I’ll be waiting,” I smiled.
“Alright,” he replied, still smiling.
We say our goodbyes and then I make my way outside. It’s still pretty cold out but thankfully it’s not too cold like it was back during Christmas time. Our birthday’s are coming up soon so that means after that the snow will be gone and the weather will be starting to warm up, just the way I like it. When I got home, I get a little excited on the inside when I notice that my mom is home.
I’m kind of glad that she changed her schedule around so she can spend more time with me. Sometimes I feel like she changed it around because she wanted to keep a close out for me just in case my uncle tries to hurt me again. He may be out of the house but that doesn’t mean he won’t break in and hurt me. I walk inside and I find her in the kitchen eating while watching the news on TV.
“Hi Mama!” I said.
“Oh, Alaina. You’re home,” she smiled at me.
“Yeah. I was at Harry’s,” I replied as I hang up my coat.
“Do you want something to eat?” she asked. “I made your favorite,”
“No thanks. Harry took me out for pizza after school and we had our monster milkshake so I’m pretty full,”
She nods and then I join her at the counter for a while since we haven’t really talked in a while. She told me that Gina, one of her co-workers that I’ve known since I was a baby, is getting remarried so that was good news and she also told me Anne is dating again, which I already knew about. I told her what’s been going on at school and how I’m doing in my classes. She knows I do well in my classes but she still wants to know if I’m doing well. I have my mom’s looks but I’m smart like my dad. My mom is obviously smart too but I got most of my knowledge from my dad. After talking with her for like an hour, I tell her that I’m going to go up to bed. I’m really tired from school and from my hangout with Harry so I need to lie down.
“I’ll see you in the morning I guess,” I said.
“Yeah. I’ll be here,” she replied. “Do you want me to drive me to school tomorrow?”
“No thanks. Harry is driving me,”
“Okay. Well goodnight,”
“Goodnight,” I smiled and begin to go up the stairs.
“Alaina. Wait!” she called.
I stop and walk into the kitchen to see what she needs.
“You have a letter from someone,” she said.
“Who is it from?” I asked as she hands me the envelope.
“I don’t know. I didn’t open it,”
“Okay. I’ll open it upstairs,” I said.
She nods and then I tell her goodnight again before going back up the stairs. When I got into my room, I get changed and wash off my makeup. Then I get into my bed and decide to open my letter. It’s probably from my grandmother since she always writes me letters or calls me on the phone when she wants to know how I am. When I opened it, I notice that it isn’t a letter; it’s a picture. I frown with confusion and take it out so I can take a full look at it. Suddenly my heart pounded out of my chest when I saw who was in the picture.
It was a picture of my uncle holding me when I was a baby. Even though that was way before he started hurting me but I’m surprised he’s holding me right. I turn it over and I find another letter from him. Great. It’s probably another threat or maybe it’s an apology letter. If it is an apology letter then something fishy has to be going on because he NEVER apologized on anything he did in his life. I sigh and decide to read his letter.
It’s me again. I forgot to mention in my email that I sent to you last week; since your mom and your friends know that I hurt you, what they don’t know is I also touched you in other places on your body. Remember those nights? I’m sure you do. Just to remind you again, I have my men watching you all day every day and if they tell me that you’ve been telling people about me hurting you, counting the other stuff, you will regret it. I mean it. I’ve been in jail once and I don’t want to go there for a second time. So once again, keep your fucking mouth shut! Burn this photo.
I read the letter over and over again in fear. Another threat letter from him, literally telling me the same thing. What does he mean that I’m going to regret it? I still don’t know what he means by that. Now I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight because all I’m going to be thinking about is my uncle’s men watching me through my window or following me around every where I go. I want to tell my mom that he has done other things to me but at the same time I want to do what my uncle said. All she knows is that he hit, kicked, pushed, and dragged me around. She doesn’t know that he’s touched me in other places and made me do other things to please him. What he did and made me do was nasty and thinking about makes me cringe. He touched me in places I don’t want to name.
If I told her about the other things he did to me, she would literally go ballistic. She hates seeing me hurt more than anything and I don’t think she would like to hear more things about me getting treated like crap. Hearing those things once was enough for her. But if she found out on her own she will get even madder because I didn’t tell her sooner. I’m so confused right now. I want to tell but I don’t want to at the same time. I don’t know what I’m going to do. My uncle’s men could be anywhere while I’m school, with friends, or here eavesdropping on everything I say. Thinking about just scares me. My uncle may not be in this house anymore but I’m not safe, not even in my own house. Why does this have to be happening to me?