I threaded the needle and began to sew the wound. My mind wondered back to Benji.
“What are you thinking about?” Harry stared into my faraway eyes.
“What happened to you? Did Benji…?”
“I was in the kitchen making dinner and I heard the door being unlocked. I thought it was you, but instead your boyfriend came barging in. He came up to me and grabbed the biggest knife from that block. He lunged at me with it. As I grabbed his arm, he slashed me across the chest. I managed to twist the knife out of his hand. He hit me a couple of times and after this…” Harry moved a mop of brown curls away from his left eyebrow to reveal a slight cut. “He screamed in pain that his wrist hurt. With that, I punched him in the chest and he ran away. I went to get a towel from the kitchen and after a while, you came home” Harry said, avoiding my eyes.
He was opening up to me. I would’ve bet anything that this was the most honest moment of his life. I finished his stitches and broke the thread. I placed an adhesive bandage over them and smiled.
“If I was at full strength, I would’ve killed that little bastard” He suddenly added.
“Lovely” I replied sarcastically, moving his hair away and dabbing his eyebrow. “All done”
I stuffed everything back into the bag and grabbed Harry’s bloodied, cut up t-shirt. I spun around and placed it into the washing machine. I heard Harry descend off the table carefully; I could hear him undoing his belt. I pressed some buttons on the washing machine. Suddenly, I felt Harry strong hands wrap around my waist. He turned me around to face him and leant close as his hand began unzipping my jeans. I grabbed his hands.
“What are you doing?!” I breathed heavily. I knew I couldn’t do this.
“I know you want me. Why else would you help me?” He whispered in my ear, as his soft lips began caressing my neck.
I momentarily closed my eyes and contemplated the idea of letting it happen. Letting go of common sense for a while. Doing something a little crazy. It just wasn’t who I was supposed to be, I’m not one of his groupie whores.
“Wow, you don’t believe someone could be selfless. You think everyone wants something”
“Everyone does” He said, before continuing “Come on, Baby”
I pushed him away by his shoulders “You’re broken. I don’t know who made you this way, but I feel sorry for you”
“Fine. Bitch” He said, defensively.
“I’m going to Nina’s. You should make yourself useful and clean up the blood. Then rest, you need it”
I headed towards the door when Harry stopped me.
“Look. I just wanna say… well you know…” he said.
“Thank you? You’ve never done this before have you?” I replied, walking out the door.