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Hurt

VI. c h a p t e r f i v e

He runs into the apartment, the metal stairs clanking with every step he takes. I sigh and run a swift hand through my hair, throwing the towel down... Literally.

My feet find their way back to behind the bar-space, another older woman coming in wearing a leather jacket and a helmet. She sits down and laughs, ordering her same drink that she seems to get every time Athena is on shift. Athena is an employee, luckily has been with us for twenty four years now and she works the grave yard shift. I smile just thinking about her old self, sliding the drink over to the biker woman and I hear footsteps coming down the metal.

I direct my attention to my new house guest, dressed in black skinny jeans, the same metallica shirt he was wearing before, and a pair of boots that top off the whole ensemble. I can feel my mouth gaping open, so I close it and smile, looking down at the bar top. "Michael..."

"Harry do your work." He snaps and runs out of the bar, jogging out to his car and pulling off the sound of an old 80's rock band. I am stood behind the bar, watching him peel out of the parking lot.

m i c h a e l

I pick out the loudest song to jam to, riding the wind as I roll through the English country side. My attention is focused toward a pack of tiny children running out in their front yard, their parents, or grandparents, rocking back and forth in two old wooden ricking chairs. I smile and drive passed the site, reeling towards another field. I stop at a sudden stop light, my head cocking forward and my body slamming against the back of the seat.

"Ah, shit..." I rub my neck and continue on with my drive.

*A few hours later*

The bar was completely empty by the time I got back. It was late, and Harry's little yellow glint of light is shining through the window. I pass through the shady bar, and up that clangy metal staircase, knocking on the door.

"C'mon, Harry, open the damn door." I am beyond irritated at him, and I honestly do not know why. The door flies open a few seconds later, his face fuming red.

"Get the fuck inside."

Notes

Sorry it's so short. It was just an update chapter so ya know where they are.

p e a c e o u t.

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