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It Takes Patience III: Stripped

Chapter 49: Violation

*Reagan's POV*

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, raging against my ribcage and a feeling came over me of total uninhibited anger, distrust, most of all an invasion of privacy that I would never expect from my own father. I closed the door to his office behind me quickly before I crossed the room to the the surge in the wall in an attempt to eject my charger from it forcefully. As I made the move to pull the cord, my father blocked my hand.

“You!” His voice raised before he ran his hand over the beard developing on his chin, the coarse hairs making the annoying scruffling sound as a sign that he needed to shave. “You have a lot of fucking explaining to do.” He pointed to me with his index finger, lowering his voice to not be heard by Harry. There was a look in my father’s eyes that I’d never seen there before as he glanced at the screen and then to me, and though it’s a look that hadn’t adorned his features often, if at all, I could read it as if it were printed clearly across his forehead; fear. “Who have you brought into my house with my family under this roof? With my wife? Endangering all of our well being! Who?!”

“I am your family! Me and mom are all you have and if you don’t calm down you’ll only have her.” I spoke calmly though I could feel my teeth grind together with every word that exited my mouth.

“Don’t you dare threaten me!” His voice raised not caring that just down stairs– or more than likely now, just outside the door, Harry stood able to hear every detail of the conversation now, through the paper thin walls.

“Then don’t talk to me like I’m an errant child!”

“That’s exactly what you are! How dare you stand in front of mine and your mothers face and lie about who you bring under this roof!”

“How dare you go through something that is not yours! You had no right to–”

“I had every right, Reagan! You’ve been lying to us since you got here! Your behavior; the nightmares, the anxiety attacks, the out lash in mood all stemmed from somewhere and my guess is it’s because of him and this!” My father pointed over my shoulder. I hadn’t even realized that the door was now swung open and in front of it was Harry. His eyes focused on the screen not five feet in front of him.

He paled as he looked at the image of himself frozen in place on the display and I could already see the wheels in his head begin to turn against himself. It was the absolute last thing that I wanted him to see.

“One of you better explain now or I call the police.”

Harry’s eyes broke away from the screen as he made eye contact with my dad, but he said nothing to defend himself.

“Call the police for what? He’s not a criminal and I don’t have to explain anything to you!”

“You do. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place.” Harry’s tone was bitter as he addressed me and I could see the darker shade of emerald in his eyes become slightly more dominant. “Tell him what I did.”

“Harry,” I spoke to try to protest. His name being the only words I could formulate. I was stuck between two major aspects of my world, the only two men in my life, but this time I felt as if there would be no way around this without one relationship weakening.

I know this was my fault and I know that I should have spoken up about how Harry and I met a long time ago. I should have deleted the emails, I should have told my parents the real reason that I was home. There were a lot of things that I know I should have done, but at the current moment, the only thing that mattered to me right now out of my pure stubborn attitude towards the situation was the anger and hurt that I felt from such a void of trust and faith in me on my parents end.

“Tell him who I am!” Harry repeated himself as his eyes tore away from mine.

“You better lower your fucking voice!”

“Dad stop!”

“No Reagan! You don’t have to tell me anything! I know what he did because I’ve seen every gruesome, grisly, disgusting picture of it all. Not to mention the video recording!” Harry’s eyes went back to the screen as my dad flipped through the pictures of a lifeless Clive on the ground soaked in his own blood and I’m sure a mix of Harry’s, and with every picture change the Harry I know drew further and further into himself, reliving what he’s worked so hard to overcome.

“I want you out of here within forty minutes. I don’t care where you go. I don’t care what you do. But I want you out of my house before my wife gets home.”

Harry bit his lip nodding his head before he turned to leave the room without giving me a second glance and without another word to my father, I followed behind him.

“Reagan, get back here!”

I ignored him as I closed the door to his office and I could hear him swear under his breath when the door fully closed. I made it halfway down the staircase when Harry emerged from the guest room, now haphazardly dressed in black skinny jeans that were only pulled up but not zipped and buttoned, a wrinkled long sleeve shirt, his black Doc Martin boots, a green beanie and the bag of his things that he came with over his shoulder.

“Where are you gonna go?” I asked him with my voice shot and cracking, only for him to sidestep me, holding up his hand with his fingers splayed while shaking his head to ward me off. He didn’t bother to make eye contact with me, but I wasn’t going to let him leave, not alone at least.

“Harry, where are you going to go? Please don’t shut me out. I’ll go back to England with you. I will. Please, just let me explain?” I blocked the front door while grabbing his face in my hands, giving him nowhere else to look but at me. He didn’t respond and his face was expressionless. His eyes held mine, but it was almost as if he were looking past me instead of at me.

“Give me ten minutes, please? I have a place that we can go. Please let me explain, baby please?”

His head dropped before he nuzzled it into my hands, nodding his head yes after I’d brushed the pad of my thumbs against his cheeks.

“I’ll be right back, okay? Please stay here and wait for me? Ten minutes.”

Harry sighed deeply before he turned his head, pulling my hands away from his face. I made a mad dash to my room, calling a taxi service to pick us up and throwing any piece of clothing I could find for tomorrow into an overnight bag hoping that it matched in the morning before I pulled sweats over my swimsuit and put my hair into a braid securing it with a tie. I was thankful that Harry made me leave some things at his house meaning that I didn’t have to pack much. The plane ride back would be less stressful if all I have to worry about is a carry on bag.

I could hear my dad open his office door at the same time that the front door opened and shut. He can’t leave. He wouldn’t, he said he would wait. I stepped out of my room seeing my father out of my peripheral vision and before I could make my way down the stairs my arm was grabbed, sending a shiver down my spine as an image of Peyton doing the same broke my thought process.

“You’re not going with him.”

“I am.” I spoke shortly, grabbing my dad’s hand and pulling it off my arm.

“You’re not leaving to go anywhere, especially not with him, until I get some answers.”

“You had no right to go through my things dad. No matter how you try to justify it, it was wrong. Do I have some things that I should have told you and mom a while ago, yes. But I’ll be damned if I tell you anything now, besides the fact that I won’t be here tomorrow. I’m going back to work, back to London. I love him and you didn’t even give him a fair chance.”

“Giving anyone a fair chance is hard to do when the basis on which you meet them on is built off of a lie. You and your mother are my concern and you brought someone in our household who could be a danger to us all!”

“When I was away, he was the one who protected me, looked after me, and did everything in his ability to make sure that I was safe and if you would have allowed me to come to you on my own time instead of snooping around I would have told you everything!” I knew I would have had to eventually, I just didn’t know when that time would be specifically. I certainly didn’t think that it would have escalated to this. “Don’t worry about calling mom. I’ll tell her myself. Hopefully I can get to her before you poison her with the pictures and the video’s that you know nothing about.”

I turned on my heel, making my way down the stairs and out the door to see Harry waiting at the end of my driveway. He looked drained and drawn a blank as I made my way out to him, his skin still slightly paler than usual. We walked to the end of my street as I saw the taxi approach, Harry following slowly behind me with an unreadable expression on his face that made me curse my father for his ulterior motives and mostly myself for being so careless.

As we entered the taxi, Harry took the front seat, resting his bag on his lap and his chin in his hand as he stared blankly out the window. Silent, his eyes were still showing to be the darker shade of forest green as he allowed his thoughts to internally strip him down piece by piece and leave me with nothing more than a shell of him.

“Harry, I–”

“Where to mam?” The taxi driver cut in, starting his meter before we’d even made a move. Part of me wanted to call Channel to ask her if it would be alright if we came back to the apartment just until it was time to go to the airport tomorrow, but I felt like every time I found myself in hot water, I called on Channel to pull me out. Besides, Harry and I needed the time to be alone in order to discuss everything that we needed to without a third party involved.

“Los Angeles airport Hilton, please.”

When we arrived at the hotel, Harry paid for the taxi and put his name on the room after shelling out extra money in order to get the concierge to turn his head and give us a room seeing as how neither one of us are old enough in America to get one alone legally yet. We made our way up to the room in an unsettling silence before Harry dropped his bag on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand over his face and through his hair while looking around, anywhere but at me.

“Dr. Koch sent them to me,” I began taking steps closer to him until he was only a hand’s reach away from the tip of my fingers, “He was trying to convince me that I shouldn’t– that we shouldn't be together. He thinks that you’re still that person.”

“I am.”

“You’re not.” I put my hand under his chin only for him to push it away while shaking his head.

“Is there anything else that you want to tell me? Because it seems no matter how honest I am with you, you always find a way to lie to me and everyone else around you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t tell your parents how we met. Obviously I still am that same person from two years ago because you felt the need to keep it a secret.”

“The only reason that I didn’t tell them is because I didn’t want them to know I got fired from Maudsley before my work was even done.”

“That’s the lamest fucking excuse in the book.” Harry’s tone sharpened as he abruptly stood from the bed.

“It’s the truth!”

“Is it?! Because I’m beginning to think that you’ve forgotten what the truth is sweetheart. How long did you have those files?”

“A week. I meant to delete them because they didn’t change anything. I still the same way about you now as when I first fell in love with you, maybe even more if thats at all possible.”

“Let me see them.” Harry looked at me unblinking and noticeably calmer than he was a few minutes ago, but something about it was eerie.

“What?”

“The files. Let me see them.”

“I left my laptop at my house and even if I did have it I wouldn’t show them to you.”

“Why not?!” Harry raised his voice again with a scowl on his face.

“Because I know what you’re doing to yourself and I’m not going to let you keep doing it! That is not you anymore.”

Harry laughed humorlessly while running his hand through his hair again making it more wild than it already was before he began to pace. Stopping in his tracks, he looked at me as if he were about to say something and then stopped himself, muttering something I couldn’t fully grasp. He grabbed my phone from the table where I left it and tossed it to the bed where I sat.

“If you’re leaving with me tomorrow then I want you to call your parents and tell them everything. How we met. What happened to you all of it. If you don’t, then you might as well call a taxi and tell them to take you back to your house. I’m gonna shower. I smell like chlorine. You should do that too.”

Harry slammed the door to the bathroom as I looked down at my phone, shakily reaching my hand out to dial the number to my house.

Notes

Hi to my beautiful new and faithful subs! How are you all? THANK YOU FOR THE VOTES AND COMMENTS! Update yay! And this one is kind of long. What did you think of this chapter? Do you feel that Reagan's dad was right, or would you feel like Reagan in a sense? OR do you feel like both Reagan and her dad had a point? I can't wait to see the comments on this one so please load me up with them! Poor Harry was trying so hard to be respectful at Reagan's house too but it seems like no matter what he does, something always comes back to bite him in the end. Do you think that Harry is going to start to tear himself down the way Reagan thinks he's going to? I hope you guys are ready for more loops and twists until the very end! ;} The next chapter is London based and from what I have in mind it might only be 5 more chapters left (sobs) AS ALWAYS I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR READING!!!~Xx♥♥♥

Comments

@XOXOH

Hi there lovely, I am a big fan of your books and you don't know how happy I am to see you back here. I LOVE THIS TRIOLOGY so dam much......so let me get this straight....you are not updating this story anymore on here? You are only going to continue this story on wattpad?? .....despite what decision you make I will be waiting for you because I want to know what will HAPPEN ....sorry I am weird xxx

@MACxx
No problem xx

@polisson just added you on watt pad can't wait to see what you have in store! Starting uni daze as we speak thank you for replying to me!!! :)

@MACxx
Hi love! I am XOXOH I unfortunately can't log into my account on here for whatever odd reason??? Google gives me an access denied message but it still shows me when people comment here.Anyway, I will be posting this story again on wattpad under the user polisson it's gonna be a revamp so it will probably be a bit longer and have new parts. I wish I could log in to tell everyone about it. I also have another story that you may like there called Uni Daze. I'm sorry that I can't post here anymore :(

MISSING THIS SO BAD. My favorite book ever and ive been rereading to fill the whole in my heart! Truly miss your writing it's the only thing I have to look forward to when I get on here! Miss you hope to hear from you soon!