CHAPTER 73
When we got to the house Harry helped me take everything upstairs to my bedroom and I started unpacking all of the clothes and putting them in my wardrobe and I put all my skin care and makeup on the vanity.
“I think we did really well today.” Harry said, sitting on the bed.
“Are you kidding? I think we overspent. And you guys won’t tell me how much was spent.” I said.
“And you don’t need to know.”
I flopped down on the bed as well, straight onto my back and I was staring up at the ceiling.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked.
“Kitty.” I said.
“Just forget about that bitch. She looked like a tramp who was trolling for another rich husband. She doesn’t mean shit.”
“It’s what she said that worries me. The accident. We know what happened because we were there. But why would she call me a murderer if she’d heard that it was just a car accident? And how would she have known that I was driving? Even if she heard that, she wouldn’t have believed it because dad never let me drive any of his cars. They were too expensive.” I explained. So Harry rolled onto his stomach to look at me.
“You think someone told her about the accident?”
“What if someone else was there?”
“If someone else was there, the whole lot of us would have been questioned by the police by now. That’s not possible.” He assured me. And I nodded my head. But it was still confusing the hell out of me.
“Why doesn’t Jax ever get too close to me?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“Well, he kissed me and we had a great last night. But he still seems to keep a bit of a distance between us. Emotionally.”
“I think he still blames himself for not getting you out of there sooner.”
“It wasn’t his fault. I told him that. He knows that. I forgave him a long time ago. He didn’t know how bad it was.” I said.
“What was Kitty talking about when she mentioned her brother?”
“Doesn’t matter.” I said, sitting up.
“I think it does. And I think we need to know what it is.” Harry said, also sitting up behind me on the bed.
I sat there staring out the window, trying not to relive all of those damn memories. But I knew that Harry wasn’t going to let it go.
“I lied.” I admitted.
“About what?”
“About the first time I was raped. And who it was.”
“It was Kitty’s brother.” Harry said.
“And I was 13.” I said.
I felt Harry stiffen on the bed behind me. I didn’t look at him because I was scared of the look on his face. I didn’t want to see it. I sat there, staring out the window. Hoping that he wasn’t going to hate me for lying to them.
“So, the whole family are assholes and pedophiles?” He asked through gritted teeth.
“I guess.” I said, just above a whisper.
I think that’s when Harry realized that I was a little scared of him right now. I was scared of his reaction and he moved closer towards me on the bed.
He was sitting behind me but he put his arms around me, causing me to stiffen slightly.
He backed away after that movement and I felt the tears coming to my eyes.
“I’m sorry. I know that you’re not going to hurt me. But you sound really pissed off right now. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you.” I said. So he got off the bed and he walked around so he could sit on the bed next to me and he pulled me into a hug.
“You never have to be scared of me. You know that. And as for that bitch and her brother. They will never come near you again. I promise.” He said.
“Please? Just leave it alone. I don’t want to have anything to do with them ever again, which includes you guys getting revenge on them.” I said. But he pulled me closer to him and he could feel how tense I was.
“Well, we’re not going to sit here all night and think about those dicks. Come on, let’s go.” He said.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Stop asking so many questions.” He said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room.
It was already after dark and I was wondering how long the other two were going to take, but Harry didn’t seem to care.
We got in his car and we went to get some burgers for dinner but we got take away and we drove out of the city to the same car park that we had been at once before.
Harry grabbed a blanket out of the boot and we walked down a different trail this time through the forest until we got to a different clearing that was much more isolated and private, wedged between massive boulders that looked like they had been there for thousands of years and we were still looking down on the city.
“Wow. This is better than the last place you showed me.” I said.
Harry laid the blanket out on the ground and I sat down with my legs crossed while Harry leaned back on one arm while we were eating dinner.
“I’ve had a lot of things go wrong in my life. I’ve had a lot of loss. And this place is the only place that I’ve ever found that seems to take it all away. Even just for a little while. It’s peaceful.” Harry explained.
“Yeah. It’s also the best place to commit suicide if you are in a really dark place so maybe it wasn’t the best idea for you to come up here when you were at your lowest.” I said. But he chuckled.
“That’s why I came here the first time. I couldn’t go through with it though. And I’m glad I didn’t.” He said. So I turned to look at him and he was staring straight at me.
“Me too.” I said.
When I finished eating I laid down on the blanket and Harry put his arm under my head and pulled me closer to him and I was staring up at the stars that were a lot easier to see up here compared to when we’re in the city.
Harry was right though. It’s a great place to clear your head. Up here on this clearing, staring down at the city or up at the stars, it was hard to think of anything that was going wrong in my life.
I wasn’t thinking about Kitty or her brother or anything.
I felt peaceful and content.
Harry rolled onto his side so he was facing me but his arm was still under my head, and he started playing with my hair.
I turned to look at him and he had this intense look in his eyes. Lust and longing. And I leaned closer and kissed me gently. I pulled back slightly, but Harry put his hand on my waist and pulled my whole body closer to his as he started kissing me with more urgency.