Can you keep a secret?

(Three Months Later)
“Dad, I swear everything is going okay.” I said into the mic on my phone. He always worries too much. “I know sweetheart I just want to make sure. Hold on Reed wants to talk to you.” There was a short pause before a feminine voice started speaking.
“Well hello Synthia.” I smiled “Hey Reed, so what did my dad do this time?” I giggled “Oh he didn't do anything. Yet. But your dad told me not to tell you but he's planning on coming over there tomorrow, he's getting on a plane tonight.” I sighed “He doesn't think everything is going okay with the business.”
“What no, that's not it. He thinks you and Harry are together he just wanted to make sure.” I felt my breath get caught in my throat.
I think she caught on when I didn't answer “Oh my god Synthia.” I let out the breath that I was holding in and started silently sobbing “Reed I love him.” “Shh sweetheart. You don't know what love is, you're only 18.” “You know what I don't know what love is, but neither do you. I know how you met my dad when you where only 16, Reed. I know about your affair with him when you where under aged. You also went behind your boyfriends back. Until one day he found out and dumped your sorry ass.”
There was a pause before she started talking “How do you know about all of that?” Her voice cracking.
“I've pieced it together over the months that you and him have been together. All the lonely nights I had with out my father where because of you.” I raised my voice. “You're only 3 years older then me Reed. But that doesn't mean you know what love is. So remember that when you want to butt into someones relationship.” She gasped “I'm telling your father about you and Harry.” I sighed “I don't think so Reed.”
“Oh and why not bitch?!” She shrieked “I'm not dumb Reed don't under estimate me. Maybe after all this happens, you can then go back to your dull life that you had before you ever met my dad.” She sighed “Fine I won't tell him.” I hung up after that.
I was on the edge of crying again, but I kept it in. I've never been so nasty towards a person. I've been so nasty and mean to people. I feel like I'm almost becoming a entirely different person. No wonder my dad started drinking. All this could make any person go mad.
My mind then wandered to Harry. He made me so happy, but yet I'm afraid I'm going to loose him. I'm not the sweet girl he fell for I'm just a down right bitch. We've also been arguing just so much lately. He just deserves better then this. I then broke down and started sobbing. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound of the sobs, not wanting everyone in the office to hear me cry.
I bit down on my lip and took my hand away. I started calming down but telling myself everything is going to be okay, when in the far corners of my head I knew everything wouldn't be fine. I calmed down but then started crying again. “I'm going to be like my dad.” I sobbed.
I wiped off my tears and fixed my smudged makeup in the mirror at my desk. I tried my best to look like I hadn't just cried, but it was hard. I then decided it was the best it was going to get. I needed to get out of New York City, maybe even get out of the state all together. I just needed a break from my life.
I grabbed my black Chanel purse out from underneath my desk, and put my shoes back on not wanting anyone to know I only where them about fifteen percent of the time during a day. The only one who knows that I do take my shoes off is Albert.
Lately I'd go to lunch with Albert over Harry. 'What a awful sign.' I thought. 'I prefer I mid-aged gay man's company over my own boyfriend's' I almost started crying again but held it in this time.
Just I feel like Albert gets me, I don't know it's because he's gay, or the fact that he's been there for me my entire life. I feel like Harry isn't telling me how he feel most of the time, but Albert I know for a fact if he doesn't like something he will tell me, not just try to sugar coat it.
I got up from the office chair and made my way out into the office room. Everyone was -thankfully- doing exactly what they where supposed to be doing, and ignoring me. Well except Albert he was soon by my side. I still continued towards the stairs, not wanting to take the elevator.
“Hey” He smiled at me while opening the door to the staircase. “I'm leaving New York.” I started making my way down the stair.
“What? Why? who's going to run everything?” I sighed and stopped on the second floor. “Albert, I just need a break.” He made a 'o' shape with his mouth “I can slowly feel myself turning into my dad. I don't want to end up being like him. Speaking of him, he's also coming tomorrow I just don't want to deal with him.” He sighed before speaking “Synthia I get it, and your stressful affair with Harry isn't helping either.”
“Ugh, I know. If I wasn't his boss he probably would of dumped me by now. We've just been arguing a lot lately.” I sighed sitting down on the step. “Maybe you and Harry just aren't meant to be.”
“Yeah maybe.”
There was a cough coming out from behind us. I turned around. My breath caught in my throat, my hands getting clammy, my head and heart pounding.
“Harry”

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