When I Found Myself

Chapter 7

When I finish my little cry fest, I move back from Harver. My face probably looks horrible. My nose probably red, my face blotchy, my eyes watery. Harver is the only person that has ever seen me cry, and that was when I was eleven.
"I don't want her to marry Tim." I tell Harver.
"Why not?" Harver asks.
"Cause he abuses me. He hits me, and punches me, and my mom's too drunk to care." The tears start up in my eyes. He pulls me closer.
"It will be okay. Maybe your mom won't be stupid enough to marry that jerk."
"Probably not." Now in full blown tears.
"You never know. Just hope for it."
"Hoping won't do anything, Harver. I know my mom's going to marry him because he has money. He's definetly her type." I say, sobbing between every three words I say.
"You can't give up like that. Have you told your mom what he does?" Harver asks.
"No. And I'm not going to. Your not either." I say, looking at him.
"Why won't you tell her?" He asks curiously.
"Because she WON'T CARE. And I don't want to be pulled away from her by child protective services or whatever they're called. And you gotta pinky promise you won't tell anyone, okay?" I say, holding out my pinky. He shrugs. He attaches his pinky to mine.
"I promise." He says and hugs me.

END OF FLASHBACK

I think that's the only time he has seen me cry. I'm not a cryer at all. Harver doesn't really say anything, or react at all. We just kind of sit there, staring at each other.
Then there's a knock on the door. Harver doesn't turn his eyes away from me as he yells,"Who is it?"
"If I'm interupting something.." A woman's voice says. Harver then goes and unlocks the door. A woman stands there. She has a hoop nose ring. Her skin is pale and she has brown hair with blonde streaks. She has a tatoo on her chest. It's a granade with wings and on the sides there are roses.
"Your not interupting anything, Prelude." Harver says to the girl.
"So, hey...Umm...the thing is," Then she sees me. "Who's that?" She asks curiously.
"Oh, I forgot you guys never met. Rayne, this is Prelude, my older sister. Prelude, this is Rayne." Prelude smiles.
"Hey. Nice hair." She says, shaking my hand and pointing to my hair.
"Thanks. Yours too." I smile at her.
"So, Prelude, what did you need?" Harver asks, irritated. Prelude turns to Harver.
"What? Oh! Wait no...I forgot." She says disappointed. I can't help but laugh a little. Prelude smiles at me. As she walks out the door, she yells,"Don't worry little bro, I'll remember later! Then I'll interupt another makeout session of yours!"
"We weren't making out!" Harver and I say at the same time, and I hear Prelude laughing down the hallway.