The Past

I let the steaming water soak over my body, and cleansed my face of all the dirt that had formed during the day. It was cold outside, and the water defrosted every inch of my petite figure. I shut off the water before wrapping the towel around my naked body. The bathroom mirror was fogged and I had to wipe my towel over it to see into my reflection. I brushed my hair, making sure all of the knots were detangled from my dripping wet hair. It was late and I knew I couldn’t wake Harry with the sound of my blow dryer so I just knotted my hair in the towel before opening the door slightly to see if Harry had fallen asleep yet.

“Harry?” I heard a voice whisper.

I was still in the bathroom, viewing him from a slight crack in the door, and Harry was lying in bed, resting his head on his arms. He hoisted himself up at the sound of the voice and a big grin formed on his face. The figure came into view as she walked towards the bed. Her brown hair was undeniably familiar. I instantly matched the voice to the hair. Tabby. What was she doing here?

She was dressed in a silk robe which had quickly dropped off her body as she straddled my boyfriend. She was wearing black lacy underwear. I wouldn’t let this happen. What was Harry thinking?! I screamed at the pair, but my voice made no sound. I tried to move, but I couldn’t get my body to even twitch a muscle. My eyes were glued on the girl seducing my Harry. I tried with all my might to make a sound but my eyes stayed glued as Tabby placed a passionate kiss on Harry’s lips.

My eyes flicked open at lightning speed. I had broken into sweats and my breath was heavy.

I was just paranoid. Just a dream. I repeated to myself. Just a dream.

I looked around me to see, once again, an empty bed. The alarm clock expelled a blinding amount of light that informed me that it was just past 1 in the morning. This time it immediately alarmed me that Harry wasn’t in bed, because I knew that my pregnancy hadn’t stopped him before, so what was to say he wouldn’t go for round two. I searched around the room. It was empty. I looked over towards my bathroom. It terrified me when I saw that the door was closed. I ran towards it swinging it open but felt relief wash over me when I saw it was also bare. I opened the curtains to my bath, almost too scared to look at what may lurk behind it. I turned away as I whipped it open. The bath was vacant. I sighed in relief.

‘God damn it Harry...where are you?’ I spoke softly to myself, distress overtaking my mind.

I dialled Harry’s phone and heard a tone ringing downstairs. What? That was odd. Why would he or his phone be downstairs at this time of night? I walked towards the sound, entering the pitch black lounge room. That’s when a rush of terror swept over me. Pills weren’t the only way to take your life. I switched on the light hesitantly, almost too frightened to do so.

Notes

I know it's short but I will upload the next one soon.

Yeah, that's what I wanna know.