Ever since school started, Jack and I have been out of the house more often. Giving Bradley an excuse to drink more and more. We had to bail him out of jail once already for drunk driving.
"Im home!" I call out through the empty house. With a sigh, I drop my bag by the door and kick off my shoes.
In the kitchen, beer cans and a broken bottle of vodka litter the floor. I try to step over the mess but instead, I step on a piece of glass.
"Shit." I curse under my breath. I lift myself onto the barstool and examine my foot. A shard of broken glass sticks out of the heel of my foot and it was bleeding badly.
My phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket.
"Hi Harry." I hold the phone in between my ear and shoulder, grabbing for my foot again. I attempt to pull the glass out but its too far in. The pain is unbearable, making me yelp out in pain.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
I sigh. "Bradley left a mess on the floor and I stepped on a broken bottle. Can you help me?"
"I'll be over in a second. Don't touch anything." The line clicked.
In five minutes, Harry barges through the door.
He carefully made his way over to me and examines my foot.
"Where is your medical kit?" he asks, his brows furrowed.
"The bathroom."
Harry takes a step over the glass and walks into the bathroom. He opens a few drawers before finding a small red kit.
He opens it and sits on the stool next to me, propping my foot up on his lap.
"This is going to hurt, alot."
I nod my head and bite my lip.
He takes a deep breath and counts down from three. When he reaches one, he yanks the large piece of glass from my foot. At first I feel nothing, then the pain slowly comes. I begin to scream, tears falling from my eyes.
Harry's eyes widen as he clutches my ankle. "Im sorry."
I open my eyes to see Harry. His face has gone white and his eyes were wide. One of his hands held onto my ankle while the other held the pice of glass. I look to my foot and almost faint. It looked worse then before. It was gushing and I had practically lost all feeling in my foot.
"Take me to the hospital!" I was starting to freak out knowing that there was a large hole in my foot.
"No." he whispers.
"NO?" I scream, my voice cracking.
"I can,"
"HARRY TAKE ME..."
"I CAN FIX IT!" he yells.
I shut my mouth. Harry never yells. I could tell he was freaking out on the inside.
He sighs. "I mean I can fix it." He corrects himself, using a calmer tone.
I let out a shaky breath and slowly nod my head.
He nods and sets the shard of glass on the counter. He takes a deep breath and wraps his hand around the wound. The pressure hurts like a bitch but I refrain from screaming. Tears are flowing from my eyes and I can't watch him any longer. My eyes shut, but I can slowly feel the pain go away.
The feeling in my foot returns but the feeling of Harry's warm hand disappears. I open my eyes to see Harry giving me a warm smile.
"How did you do that?" I grab my ankle and inspect every inch of it. There was no trace of blood, there wasn't even a scratch. He gives me a small chuckle and slips off the stool.
"Stay there." He gets a broom and sweeps up Bradley's mess.
**
At about four o'clock, Jack and Peyton come home. They each give Harry and I a hug, then run into the room to finish their homework.
Bradley comes home around ten o'clock. He's drunk.
He stumbles up the stairs and nearly falls through his bedroom door. When he falls on his bed he starts laughing.
I roll my eyes and snuggle closer to Harry. "He's drinking away all of our money."
Harry runs his fingers through my hair. "Everything will be okay soon."
"I hope."
**
The next morning, I wake up to someone knocking on the front door. Harry carefully lifts me off his chest and covers me with the blanket. I sit up and rub my eyes.
"Go back to sleep princess. Ive got it." He kisses my forhead.
I lay back down and close my eyes.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Im looking for a Bradley Ford?"
Harry hesitates before answering. "He's not here."
"Oh, is there a Samantha Ford here that I can speak to?"
Harry turns to me. "Sam?"
I kick off the blankets and slowly walk to the door.
"Hello?"
"Samantha?" An old man stands at the door. He is about 5'7 with short grey hair. His tan suit looks freshly ironed. His brown leather shoes where shiny and clean.
"Yes?"
He hands me an envelope. "Please take care of this immediately."
I take the envelope and nod.
"Good day to the both of you." he smiles and nods, turning on his heel. He walks back to his car and drives off down the road.
Harry and I go back into the couch. We take a seat on the couch and stare at the envelope.
"What do you think it is?" Harry asks.
"Only one way to find out, right?"
Harry nods as I flip over the envelope. With a swipe of my finger, I tear open the paper.
I carefully unfold the letter, but I almost drop it when I read the large red print.
'Bankruptcy Notice'.
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