Harry's P.O.V

Talia had to leave since I was assigned my cell. Well, after her crying fit. I didn't mind the fit, though. The police man had a tight grip on my arm and stopped in front of my cell. Nothing fancy. A bed and a toilet.

"For me? You shouldn't have. I've always wanted to live in a metal box." I say sarcastically. The officer threw me in and slammed the bars.

"Be a good prisoner, will ya?" He said in a western accent. I shrug and lay down on the bed. More like a brick but beats sleeping on the floor. Barely. It was a good 12 hours, 3 of which I slept, before the cowboy police man unlocks my cell.

"You've got a visitor." I had my arm slung over my eyes so I couldn't see him. I didn't want to see his mustachey scowl anyways.

"Oh, but I was just getting comfortable." I say, sitting up with a smirk. There's something about jail cells that make me sarcastic and smug.

"Get up, Curly!"

"Oooo. We've got nicknames for eachother. I'll call you Cowboy." He started charging in but I stood up before he got to me.

"Alright, alright. Calm your mustache, Cowboy."

"Listen here, partner," he spat, "I don't like the way you talk to me. I ain't your friend. I don't like you. So treat me like a police office and not one of your British drug dealing friends!" I try to hold back my laugh as he walks me to a small room where I meet my visitor. The sight before me hit me like a ton of stones. It wasn't any of the lads or Talia...

"Dad." Cowboy uncuffed me and I sat down in front of my father. He came all the way to New York from Cheshire. He moved back there last year to get the support he needed after Mum died. He was fine for a while until people started to pity him and he turned back to drinking. I wasn't good enough support for him, I guess. We stare at each other like we've never met before.

"How could you?" He asked. We haven't talked or seen each other in a year and that's the first thing he says?!

"How could I what, Dad? How could I become one of them? How could I hurt people for a living? How could I betray you?" I snapped. I could already see tear pile in his eyes. Wuss.

"Your mother died because of gang members, Harold. You witnessed what that did to me but once I turn my back you become one of them."

"If you came just to scold me because of my life, your wasting your time." I say, sinking in my seat. He sighed and stared at me. His deep green eyes drilled a hole through me.

"Gemma was too afraid to come with me. She knows what you did." He said. My heart shattered. My own sister is afraid to see me. I keep a straight face even though I was furious. I stare blankly at something, crossing my arms over my chest.

"That poor girl. Talia I think her name was. She's probably traumatized." I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the urge to shout at him. He thinks I did all those things to Talia. That's why I'm here. Because very one thinks I hurt her.

"I know you mourn your mother, Harry. There's not a second that goes by that I don't think about her. But this is too far. You ra-"

"Don't you dare say that word! I never made Talia do anything that she didn't want to do! I love her!" I snapped, shooting up from my chair. He shook his head in disappointment.

"I thought I raised you to own up to yourself, Harry." I walk away from him, pressing my forehead against a wall. So badly I wanted to run. So badly I wanted to punch him. So badly I wanted to cry...

"I promised her, Dad. I promised her I wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do! I'd never hurt her! Luke framed me! Why wouldn't you believe me?!" I turn to look at him. A single tear slid down my cheek. He watched it, eyes full of sadness. He just stared at me for a while, face emotionless.

"I don't know what to believe anymore, son."

"Believe me! I promised myself I would never hurt Talia! I am in love with her, Dad! I couldn't hurt her if I tried!" My emotions were all overs the place. I sat up against the wall and cover my face. Too angry to cry. Too sad to scream. About 2 minutes pass before he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"I felt the same way about your mother. No matter how furious I got with her, I'd never hurt a hair on her head. I couldn't." I lean into him awkwardly. My mind travels back to when I was younger. Before any of this happened. When I had my mum...

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"Daddy! Daddy! Tell me the story about the birds!" I yelled, climbing onto his lap. He chuckled and muted the television.

"There once was a bird. His names was Cardinal. He wasn't the prettiest bird in the nest. His feathers were worn out and his beak was chipped. He thought he would never find love. He just wanted to fly away forever. Then a beautiful birdy came. Blue Jay. Her feathers were perfect. Everyone loved her. But she loved Des no matter what he looked like. They fell in love and lived happily ever after." He told the story for the hundredth time.

"Why would Blue Jay fall in love with Cardinal? Wasn't there prettier birds than him?" I asked. I was always afraid to ask that. Daddy looked over at Mummy cooking in the kitchen.

"Somtimes the true beauty is inside." I smile and lay my head on his chest.

"I want to find myself a Blue Jay one day, Daddy." He kissed the top of my head and ran his thumb across my cheek.

"You will, Harry. She will see passed you and find the beautiful thing is your heart."

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I finally understood after all these years. Blue Jay loved Cardinal because he was different. He may have been ugly but his heart was pure gold. Blue Jay was my mum and Cardinal was Dad.

"Talia is my Blue Jay, Dad. I love her."

"I know, Harold. I believe you."

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