Troubled

Chapter 6

Super sorry these past chapters have been so boring!

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I make my way to the fridge and pull it open. I grab the orange juice and the left over pancake batter and move it to the stove. As I'm making the pancakes I hear a loud bang and turn around quickly. I turn off the stove and walk towards the noise. As I look down the hall I see a picture had fallen, I walk over to pick it up and I'm sucked away from reality.

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You need to smile Harry!

I'm standing behind a woman holding her phone up to snap a picture of her young son, Harry. I stop and look around. So I'm in a memory? I look back over as Harry smiles.

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I shake my head and pick up the shattered glass taking it to the kitchen to resume my food. That's when I hear the front door slam closed and steps walking towards the kitchen. I turn and see Harry.

"The picture of you in the hall fell." I say as I flip a pancake.

"Oh. I'll go get a new frame tomorrow." Harry says before slipping his shoes off and sliding them to the side.

I nod and lay two pancakes on a plate and pour my juice. I grab the syrup and make my way to the table.

"So how's your day going?" Harry asked looking at me from the other side of the table.

"Eh you know. Boring. Dead." I say sarcastically. "How's yours?"

"It's decent." He stops and looks around. "I wanna redo the room upstairs. The first one you see when you walk up."

I sit patiently waiting for why he might want to. "Why?" I finally ask. He gets up and looks around.

"For the baby silly." He says without missing a beat and I almost spit my food out.

"The what? You're joking right?" I say staring at him, at this point my appetite had completely vanished.

"I'm being serious. Don't you think it'd be a nice addition?" He looks at the picture.

"Jeez! Take me to dinner first!" I snicker, hoping he really was joking.

"I know it's not the traditional way, but I think it'd be cute. Give you something more to do. Just a small distraction." At this point he's looking me in my eyes, as he slowly walks closer. "But see, we get to choose."

"Choose what?" He is starting to make me nervous with the strange wants and needs.

"The gender. Don't worry doll you can't get pregnant. That's the unfortunate part about being dead. So we choose what baby, or if you want a challenge, what babies we want." His cool tone shows that this is real.

"Sure! Let's get a puppy too." I roll my eyes as I scrape my plate into the trash and walk over to wash my dishes. I feel a hand wrap around my waist, and I'm turned quickly.

"Why do you constantly cross me?" Harry's face comes close to mine, so close I could feel his anger.

"I can't joke with you?" I go to turn but he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder.

"I'm gonna teach you not to do that." He walks to the room we slept in and throws me on the bed. Then he starts to pace.

"What are you gonna do?" I pull myself up and hug my knees to my chest. My eyes begin watering. He notices and he stops pacing.

"Olivia. Why are you crying?" He sits on the bed and I curl my body more.

"I didn't want this Harry! You took my entire life from me! Now I'm gonna be here forever! Never got to say goodbye! I want my life back!" I scream at him and he drops his head.

"Yes it was selfish. But I had to teach..."

"You didn't have to teach anything! We weren't harming you, or your stupid little town!" I stand up and go for the door and run out towards one of the other houses.

"Liv please don't do that. Come back." He shouts after me but I continue running. I run in the house and slam the door behind me. I look around and see a couch, I run to it and sit to cry. It's true I want my life back. But I can't have it back. Just as I wipe my eyes I hear the door shut softly.

"Liv can we talk?" Harry's voice beams from the door.

"I don't want to talk to you." I scream, tears continue rolling down. His steps get closer as he turns the corner.

"Olivia please stop crying. I didn't mean it." I turn my back to him and wipe my eyes again. He grabs my hand. "Liv please, I didn't mean to scare you." His voice sounds caring for once.

"I wanna go home." I look at him. He looks down.

"Cmon." He pulls me up and holds my hand guiding me to the door. "I'm gonna help. Just follow me back to the lady's house." He leads the way, the sky crystal clear, not a cloud in sight.

As we near the house, he looks at me.

"If I do this, you can't tell anyone, or even think about what happened while you were here." He gulps. "You are going to hurt a lot when you wake up." I nod and we go into the house and he turns to the woman. "I need the healing serum. I'm gonna let her go back." The woman nods and walks off for about 5 minutes.

"Thank you." I whisper. He nods and keeps his head down.

"Here you go dear." She hands me a cup. I smell it and press the cup to my lips. But that's when I catch a glimpse of Harry watching. The pain and sadness in his eyes are unreal. I sit the cup down and look at him.

"I can't do it." I say quietly.