Chapter 29
Dom
“Are you sure you don't want to come with me?” I asked my sisters as I closed the back door of my car outside Sally’s house.
The whole back seat and the boot was filled with things I'd bought them. A one-week trip had turned into three weeks, and I was so fucking glad I could spoil them that much.
“Yeah, it's okay,” Tammy said. “All our friends are here, and we don't want to have to start again at a new school.”
“Plus we know everyone in the area, and all our stuff is here.”
We'd already had the conversation at least five times as I tried to get them to come with me. The main argument was that Sally could claim that I kidnapped them. It wouldn't be too far from the truth if I tore them away from that fucking house.
I'd already talked to Grace, and Christian said it wasn't safe for him to talk to anyone after Harris sent him overseas, which sounded so ominous that I asked Grace to look into that as well.
But my priority was my sisters, and the man back in London I might never see again.
The main thing I could do was keep all their gifts at my place so they were safe. That, along with casually threatening them behind the girls’ backs.
“Just make sure you look after yourselves,” I said as I hugged them both, their blonde hair barely scraping my chest before they looked up. “And call me if they try anything, okay?”
I looked over the their heads, past Sally, to Terry standing in the doorway with his arms folded, freestyling on his cigarette.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Tammy asked as they both stepped away.
“Me? Of course! I just need to make sure that you’ll both be safe,” I said, my forehead creasing.
Sally was glaring just as well as Terry, though she could actually stomach talking to me. The big man didn't even have the balls to say goodbye.
She was too pissed off to try anything else. Considering I’d taken away her ‘babies’, she wasn’t exactly over the moon that we returned after weeks of rom coms, giggling, and ice cream.
“I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.”
“You better!”
“We miss you so much when you're gone!”
Thank God all they had were smiles. I just hoped the brightness that had grown stronger since the day I arrived hadn't dimmed by the time I next saw them.
I gave them both grins, nodding my head to Sally. Her jaw clenched, but she still stepped towards me as I opened my arms.
“It's so sad to see you go. We always worry so much about you when you're gone. It's like you don't even care about us,” she sighed.
“Of course you do,” I said as I bent down to her ear so the girls couldn't hear me.
I pulled her in close, holding her against my chest. “If I hear one fucking word from them that you and Terry are up to shit, they are coming home with me. And if I don't hear from them every three days, I'm coming back and taking them for good, you got that?”
Sally gave me a shrewd gaze, but she still nodded, so I'd take it. It didn't mean I trusted them, or even expected them to do better, but she knew I meant it.
I shot off a quick text, puffing my cheeks as I slid into the passenger seat.
Yeah, Harry called me a few weeks ago and I was still obsessing over it, but his silence meant everything, and I still regretted making that joke.
I was going to keep telling him I loved him whenever I spoke to him, even if he never replied.
Sitting in the driver's seat, my sisters waved goodbye enthusiastically, pulling another grin from me while I gave Terry a sarcastic wave. I got a narrowed-eyed look before I pulled out of the driveway.
It would kill me to stay away from Harry, but I could adjust. I’d find a way to live without him. Maybe I'd stay close to him through Cat’s stories of Fischer brunches and Foundation parties, media clips of Harry, and photos of the family in news articles and tabloids.
I just needed to get back to London first. I’d been through some pretty shitty things in my life, and fucking Harry over came out on top. But I’d never nursed a broken heart. Though I’d lost people close to me, I hadn’t loved them the way I loved Harry.
But I could do it. It was just another thing to get through, that was all.
My sisters made fun of me for sighing so much, calling me more dramatic than them, but they didn’t know what it was like to love someone, and feel like your life only meant something when they were smiling at you. I just hoped their love lives were better than mine when they reached my age.
I sighed again as I set eyes on the road, and I steeled myself for what was coming.
Even if Harry had no idea, or even if he didn’t care anymore, I’d still love him. I wasn’t going to stop. He was it for me, and, even if he never wanted to see me again, I'd always be there for him. I just had to hope that one day he could forgive me, and see that I’d always been his.