Darling I'm No Angel

"Where do you want your first place to be today?" My mom asked, while she packed the last of my things.

I sat on the edge of the hospital bed feeling so relieved and normal to be back in my regular clothes. Sitting in silence I thought about all that has happened and how I was terrified as to what was to happen next.

"Victoria sweetie are you feeling alright?" Mom asked me in a nurturing tone.

"She's probably just so happy she can't explain it. Amirite honey?" Dad added. I had to turn around and fake a smile to the guy. At least he was trying and I wanted him to know I noticed. He fiddled his finger against the arm of the chair pausing before saying what else he had to say. "So Shay when are we going to sit and really discuss things with her?" Stopping from what she was doing my mom snapped up and focused her anger on my dad.

"Seriously Joey our daughter has been in here for months and you want to bring that up now? Your timing is shit Joey!" The look on her face could make a hungry lion intimated and like always my dad backed down from the argument. Despite everything that went on without me. I was catching up to things pretty fast. Even if no one knew I knew. My parents are obviously separated. Neither one of them wear their rings and every time they are near one another they always argue. Chloe hasn't been her usual rambunctious self. I have close no idea how she felt dealing with this all by herself. Watching our parents relationship end.

The door was wide open yet he still knocked holding a hot beverage in one hand and gripping onto a tiny brown pater bag. "Am I intruding?" Harry asked.

"Do we need to answer that?" Dad stood up and folded his arms.

"Dad!" I turned around to face him hoping he would read my facial expression and act at least cordial.

"Hi." I quietly greeted Harry. God he sure is beautiful. How could someone like him ever possessed the nature to have loved me? At the same time I couldn't look him in the face for long and execute those same feelings right now.

"I brought this for you?" I didn't realize how hungry I was for outside food till I smelled the freshly brewed hot coffee. I peaked inside the bag and it was a banana nut muffin topped of with glaze and a dollop of cream cheese.

"Do I still know your favorites?" He asked. I didn't want to but I couldn't stop my disobedient face muscles from forming the most girlish grin. I could hear my stomach rumbling begging me to dig in. I wasn't sure if my hunger was for the food or him. So instead I took a huge bite into the muffin. Appetite still not appeased.

"You like it?" Harry covered his mouth laughing.

"Yep." I mumbled giving a thumbs up because my mouth was so full. "Ready to get out of here?" He said looking down at me,using his fingertip to move few strands out of my face. My parents watched in silence and that silence lasted about 9 seconds. My mother was inclined to answer for me.

"In fact she is ready to go home " Since I already agreed to my arrangement with Harry I still didn't know how to break the ice to my mom.

"Home?" Harry repeated looking down at me.

"Yes home." My mother challenged.

"She never mentioned that." He said still looking at me. Now I guess this my time to talk. I chugged on my beverage ignoring the burning sensation in my throat the coffee caused as I drank. I stood up and walked over to my mom and grabbed the duffel bag that she was putting the clothes in. I saw my wallet peaking out of my mother's purse and I gently pulled it out not taking my eyes off of my mom. I wasn't sure it had anything in it.

I kissed my mom on the cheek. "Bye mom." I said to her.

Standing still in her place she stood frozen. I waved to my Dad who looked just like her.
I walked out the door first and Harry followed behind me. When the door shut I heard her begin to yell my name. When we got on the elevator I wanted to cry and scream and go back to my normality. All those things I would've did if I hadn't noticed Harry was holding onto my hand tightly.

Change is hard but necessary I was just waiting for the part for change to become good. Once Harry and I made it outside I suddenly was blinded by light. So may photographers swarmed the entrance. Like wild beasts snapping away with their invasive lenses pointed in my face. A man guided Harry while Harry held onto to me. My eyes began to hurt but they adjusted once we were in the backseat of the car.

"I wrote you a song" He said out of nowhere.

"What?" I asked while I rubbed my eyes.

"Yeah I wrote you a song a few days ago actually. When I found out the news of your recovery." Harry waited for me to say something. I just looked at him.

"Obviously it isn't finished and I need to tweak the lyrics and -"

"I want to hear it." I blurted out.

"I haven't recorded it yet but I do have the lyrics written down."

"Can I read them after all it is for me?" This time I waited for him to say something. He watched me with amusement. He lifted his butt a little out of his seat and pulled out a folded over piece of paper out of his back pocket. He watched the paper in his hands and I couldn't read his facial expression. He looked angry and sad all at once.
Instead of waiting for him to the pass it to me I pulled it from his hands. Undoing the paper it was covered with marked over words and lyrics.

"What's it called?" Looking down at the page I begin to read them.

"The Last Goodbye." He answered



'You told me to go to hell, but honey that's where I'm from.
So I sang to hallelujah till I fucked up and got the chorus
wrong. I don't want to miss you. Leaving me feeling guilty
it's not fair.

I want us to start over now. Say sorry exactly when I'm wrong
Baby I'd tell you I love you over and over likes it my favorite
song. But how can I get you to?How can I make everything
right?

When I thought I watched you leave me apart of myself began to die.
It's never too late to rewrite our ending especially since this isn't
Our last goodbye'



There was more to read but the car began to slow down and Harry watched me all while I was reading. When I looked passed him out the window I saw multiple landing strips. We were at an airport.

"Where are we going?" I asked confused.

"Back to the beginning."

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