-Harry

Fuck me.

Fuck this.

I just fuck everything the fuck up.

Sam just had to be polite and say something about my mother’s so called sickness.

Sam and my mom look at me questioningly. I stare back, not knowing if should tell the truth or another lie. I start leaning towards lying, but in all honestly I have no lie. I wasn’t expecting this to happen.

Groaning, I rub my face and take a deep breath in. I stand up and roll my neck heading towards the front door. I need some time alone.

“Harry! Where the hell are you going?” Sam’s smaller voice follows me to the front door. I ignore her and walk out the door. As the door shuts behind me, I hear Anne calling Sam to give me some space.

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I have no clue what I am going to tell Sam when I go back home. I wonder if she told everything to my mom. Everything is a fucking mess. Thanks to me. I open my glove department and pull an old pack of cigarettes out with a small bottle of patron.

I haven’t been drinking or smoking for a while, but I need a de-stressor. I pull into a bar called ‘Tiny Dancer’. I used to come here back when I lived with my mom. There was always a good fight going on or a really drunk funny guy.

I go inside and sit down at the bar, this place is dead.

“What can I get you man?”

“I don’t care, something strong.”

The burly man comes back seconds later with a small glass and some kind of liquor in it. I quickly pick it up and chug the burning liquid down. I see the man walking down the bar out of my peripheral vision.

“Wait!” The man walks back towards me.

“Is there something else you want?”

“Um, yes. Do you sell these by the bottle?”

“We do, but I’m not sure a youngin like you can afford it.” He lets out a wheezing laugh.

“Look here you big bastard. I didn’t ask for a fucking insult. I can afford whatever the hell I want. So I suggest you take your ass in the back and get that bottle.”

The bar tender grunts, but nevertheless, he heads to the back and comes out with an unopened bottle of clear liquor.

“Here. It’s called ‘Don Julio Silver Tequila’ and it costs forty five fancy dollars.”

I take my wallet out and throw fifty dollars down. Smirking at him, I pick the bottle up and head for the door, “Keep the change fat bastard.”

I get into my vehicle and head back in the direction of the house. I quickly decide that I won’t stop when I pass the house and see my mom’s car missing. I do not feel like being alone with Sam by my-self. Hell, I don’t trust my-self to be with either one of them alone-drunk.

I drive to an old park down the street that me I used to go to when I was little and not so bad. I park the car and get out with the liquor in my hands.

I see the old wooden play area and decide the highest slide will probably be the best place to get drunk at.

Climbing up the play set, I hear a voice talking or something. Looking around I see no one. When I get to the top, I find my voice source.

Sam. She was listening to music and singing. She had no idea of my present, because her eyes were closed. I sit down in front of her, carefully though, not wanting her to know I’m here just yet in fear that she’ll stop singing.

“Feeling it, loving it

Everything that we do

And all along, I knew I had something special with you

But sometimes you just gotta know that these things fall through

I can't hide my connection with you

I will never forget you

And you'll always be by my side

From the day that I met you

I knew that I would love you 'til the day I die

And I will never want much more

And in my heart I will always be sure

That I will never forget you”

I lean my head back, closing my eyes and listen to the lyrics of the song. I reach for my bottle, but it seems non existing, I open my eyes and see the bottle in Sam’s hands.

She’s reading the label, but she is still singing. Not noticing I am looking at her, I see her shrug her shoulders at the bottle and open it. She leans the bottle back to take a swig and her eyes connect with mine.

When she’s finished drinking she pushes the bottle in my direction. I guzzle almost half of it down in one go.

I wipe my lips off with the back of my hand and look at Sam once again.

“You know, I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure I can say the same for you mister.”

“Yeah yeah, how’d you get here anyway?”

“After you left, your mom let me take her car keys and go where ever.- She also said she’ll see both of us in the morning.”

“So, you’re telling me, my mom gave you her car keys to let you wonder around a place you don’t know without help?” Anger was rising in me. It’s late, Sam could have been hurt, robbed or even raped sitting out here alone.

“Harry! Calm down. I’m a big girl you know?”

“I-I, I know, I’m sorry. I just don’t know what I would have done if something happened to you. Just the thought of someone hitting you or touching you inappropriately makes me sick.” I shudder at the disgusting thought.

“Like you?”

I snap my head up, not sure if I correctly heard Sam right.

“What?”

“I said, like you?”

I won’t lie, that stung. A lot, and now I felt terrible because she’s right. I know it. She knows it. Everyone does.

“Sorry. That was insensitive.”

“No. You are right. I hurt you. I know this won’t help the past, but I’m sorry.”

“We’ve been over this Harry. It’s fine, it’s over and done- hopefully.”

“No. There is no ‘hopefully’, no one is ever going to touch you hurtfully again.”

I take another drink from the almost empty bottle.

“Why did you start? Like what did I ever do to you guys?”

I was hoping this question would never come up, but tired of lying about everything, I come clean.

“I was going through a rough patch in my life- when you first moved into town. My mom had basically kicked me out because I would come home plastered every night or I was stoned in my room for days on end. She wasn’t happy for me and told me she wanted me out. That I was a bad influence on Gemma.- Even though she was older than me.”

She looks at me confused, “Who is G-“

“Gem was my sister.”

Her eyes soften an urges me to keep going with the story.

“So, I left. I was mad. I was mad at my-self, my mom- the world. You just came down here so happy about everything. It made me sick. I wanted the life you had. I envied you the day you walked into WMHS. All the guys were drooling over you. You were beautiful, perfect even, and you still are. You were something that I knew I couldn’t have, and I didn’t want you having anything else.”

“One day I saw you, you were crying. I felt terrible, but the pitty had soon turned into anger when I thought that you were probably crying because your mom or dad told you no to something you wanted. That’s when we first started picking on you.”

“After a while, it became fun teasing you and stuff. Then everything went darker when Gem died. She died of drug over use. Ann blamed it on me, saying it was my fault, if I never brought that weed or anything around Gemma she would still be alive today.”

I hear Sammie sniffling.

“I later found out that you didn’t have parents. You, Mrs. Page and Mr. Newman were talking in his office about the overnight trip the school was taking. You had to have a signature from a parent and of course, you’re your own parent. Mr. Newman was trying to explain to Mrs. Page that that was why you had signed your name on parent signature. After I found that out, I was curious as to where they were.”

“That’s enough of that though. What did happen to your parents?”

Sam smiles and sighs at the same time.

“Hmm, Harry, I think that’s a story for another time.”

I nod at her words, looking to the sky. I can hear her gulp down what was left of the liquor. I feel Sam start to shuffle around.

Sam’s movement becomes really obvious when she straddles my lap. I look at her.

“What? I’m cold.”

I put my arms around her and hold her. She smells great.

“Harry.”

“Yes love?”

I feel her hands grip both sides of my jaw. She looks up to me and down to my lips.

“Uh, Sam i-“

Sam quickly cuts me off with her lips against mine. She sits her body up more and presses her chest against mine. I grip her hips tightly and bite her bottom lip.

Her hands move to my hair and I slip my tongue into her mouth.

I start caressing her ass and she moans into my mouth, making me hard.

Sam starts pulling on the roots of my hair, I move her hips directly on my hard on. Sam moves herself up and down.

“Sam, baby” I groan at the thought of fucking her on this slide. I pop the button on her jeans and slip my hand through.

She starts whimpering at the contact of my cold hands needing her through her underwear.

“Harry. Please.”

I slip my hands under the band of her underwear and slide my fingers around in her dripping folds.

“Fuck, Sam your dripping.”

I push two of my fingers in her and she lets out a low moan. Rolling her hips on my hand in return.

Deciding to take this further, I pull my hand away, resulting in her gasping from the loss of contact.

“Sam, come on, let’s go to the car. It’s warmer an-“ Before I can finish Sam stands up, pulling me with her, eager to get to the car.

I see my hummer and press the ‘unlock’ button on the key chain, the car lights go off. Sam is speed walking in front of me, her ass jiggling as she hurries along. I feel my jeans tighten once again.

We reach the car and she opens the back seat door, climbing in quickly, pulling me up behind her.

I close the door after me, when I look back to Sam she’s pulling her shirt off.

“Harry" She moans,"Fuck me hard.”

Notes

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