An Answer?

I pushed dad's door open, slamming it again.

He turned to me with a wide smile and said, "Don't you like to slam doors?"

"Oh, you just wait. Victoria Elisabeth Smith?"

"How-how do you know her full name-?"

"Disappearance?"

"Lillian, what are you-"

"I'm here for answers."

"But I don't know anything..." His face did look like he knew something. He was hiding something from me.

I walked out of his room. He followed. I whispered, "You aren't very good at lying, are you?"

He cried, "I don't know what you're talking about, Lily, please wait."

I ignored his words and walked towards my room.

I announced on the stairs, "I'm leaving for Harry's place."

"No, Lily, please don't leave me!"

I turned around and screamed, "I CANNOT LIVE WITH YOUR LIES."

"Fine! Go live with your boyfriend."

I walked into my room. Harry was there, furiously walking in circles.

"Hey...could I ask for a favor?" I asked, looking at my feet.

He touched my shoulders and said, "Anything for you."

"Could I stay with you for a few days...just till University opens, I swear I won't bother much. Please?"

"I am living with dad though so be careful...he could get abusive..."

"It's better than living a whole life as a lie."

"It's not but suit yourself."

I took a backpack and packed a few of my daily wear clothing items. He took my hand. We rushed down the stairs.

Dad grabbed my hand and said, "Lily, rethink what you're doing. I cannot live without you."

"You should have thought about that before you lied to me, on my face, for fifteen years!" I freed my hand from his grasp and ran with Harry.

He opened the main door, giving me space to walk out. He took my hand and rushed down the stairs. He took his scooter out. I sat behind him.

He put on a helmet and asked, "Ready?"

"Yes-"

Before I could reply, he started his bike and accelerated at an extreme speed. I grabbed him tightly. My hair was flying onto my face. I screamed, "Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, we will die, we will die, we will die, slow the fuck down, slow down."

”No one is going to die, Lillian.” Harry said, calmly.

I grabbed his shirt tightly. I was scared I would fall off his bike, maybe have my skull cracked open or something even worse. I could swear he was going over eighty kilometres per hour.

He stopped in front of their villa. His and his father’s house. It looked luxurious from out. Bright lighting, beautiful rose gardens, a huge pool and the paint on the house itself looked expensive. The flooring was costly marble. The portion of wall which wasn’t painted was covered in stone. It looked like an elegant house, but it was the house of nightmares for Harry.

He slowly opened the door and said, “Dad...uh I’m home-“

“Get back into your room, you fucking failure.” His dad yelled from the living room.

The house was clean, which was strange because I knew Mr. Miller never cleaned. That only left Harry to look after the entire house. I felt bad for him.

I could see that Harry was angry. I grabbed his hand and whispered, “Let’s go to your room, okay?”

“Okay.”

His dad yelled again, “Did you bring someone over? What did I tell you about bringing people to my house?”

“There is no one here dad, don’t worry.”

He nodded, looking at me. I gave him a weak smile. Both of us were mad at our fathers. His reasons on the other hand were very different from mine.

He took my bag and rushed up the stairs, still holding my hand.

We sat on his bed in awkward silence. I whispered, “Thanks for letting me stay.”

“You might not want to leave the room a lot, because you know, my dad and stuff.”

“Thanks.” I kissed his cheek again. The same cheek I slapped about five hours ago. I scooted away from him and hid my face. It was red with embarrassment.

My brain was filled with thoughts of Harry at his point. He scooted next to me. He pulled my hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. I whispered close to my face, “Did you really mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“The slap in the park?”

“Oh no, absolutely not. You’re a good guy, I was just not prepared for something like that.”

He gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and left. He walked to the bathroom. He said, “I’ll be taking a shower, just lock the door and sleep if you want to. You must probably be tired.”

“I’ll wait,” I said, pulling my long locks behind into a bun. I was looking out of the window, enjoying the view.

The same city, just a different point of view for once. The lighting and the city looked beautiful. I was in awe with it. I could see the Green Reveris lake from his window. It looked gorgeous. The reflection of the tall buildings, the tiny men in their tiny boats, just sailing on the water.

“I’m back,” Harry said, walking out of the shower. I quickly turned to look at him, but he was shirtless.

I turned back around and mumbled, “Oh my! I, sorry I shouldn’t have looked.”

“It’s fine, Lillian, you can look.”

“You’ve got bruises on your chest and back.” I stated, looking at the purple marks on his skin. “How did this happen?”

“You know what they say about a man and his rage...”

“Did your dad do this to you?”

“You can sleep on the bed, I don’t want to sleep tonight.”

“He did this, didn’t he?” I stood up and walked to him. I placed my hand on one of the wounds.

“They’ll disappear soon...”

I grabbed the bottle of ointment from his drawer. He hesitated and moved away from me quickly. I told him, “Sit and stay still. His will help the healing process.”

I took generous amounts of the ointment and applied it onto his bruises. I placed the ointment back in the drawer. I washed my hands and came out to see Harry’s teary face.

I rushed and kneeled beside him. I wiped the tears off his face and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“The-the-the way you help-helped me today, no-no-no one’s done it before. I felt nice to have someone to help me with my troubles.”

I wrapped my arms around him. He hugged my back tightly. I could feel a tear roll down my shirt but I ignored that.

Harry pulled away, wiped his face and said, “Let’s not get emotional, alright?”

“I’m up for crying together, could even be sorta romantic.”

“You’re psychotic.” Harry laughed, falling onto his bed.

”I know,” I whispered, lying down beside him.

Both of us just lay there in complete silence. Harry doesn’t know French, as well as I remember, so I started to mutter in French, “Harry, je dois faire des aveux. Je suis follement amoureuse de toi. Tu es la meilleure personne que j’ai jamais rencontrée et depuis que j’ai posé mes yeux sur toi, c’est juste incroyable. J’aimerais que nous puissions être quelque chose, mais je n’ai pas le courage de vous dire que je suis anglais, donc ici je suis blabbering mots en Français vous ne comprendrez même pas.”

(Harry, I have to make a confession. I am madly in love with you. You’re the best person I’ve ever met and ever since I laid my eyes on you, it’s just been amazing. I wish we could be something but I don’t have the guts to tell this to you I’m English so here i am blabbering words in French you won’t even understand.)

He replied, “Je sais, et je t’aime. Tu es si jolie que j’ai juste-“

“YOU KNOW FRENCH?” I angrily whispered to him.

“Of course, it’s my second language for god’s sake!”

“Oh goodness! What have I done?”