Chapter 65

But all the time Harry ended up in my bed, sleeping peacefully beside me. I don't know when he sneaks my room and made himself comfortable on my bed, pulling me close to his chest. But he did. Quinn was mad at him when she learned the truth that he was pretending all this time, but she eventually understood and forgave him. Things are back to normal and I am happier than ever thinking he is back to his normal life. When his dad asked him about the earliest accidents, he said he was not sure of the incidents and don't want to discuss further and end the conversation briefly. It seems he is hiding something from us but I don't want to pressurize him if he wants he will tell us. "What are you thinking? We reached." His voice brought me back from my own imaginary world. "Nothing! Just spacing out," I answered. --- It's been a month since the tragedy had happened and we are almost fine, but Harry seemed to keep distant from us. Exams are near, but he seems didn't care about his studies. He is behaving so weird for these past days and now he has gone to NYU, without giving any proper explanation. I have a feeling that he is maintaining a distance from me, but I put the thought in the back of my mind and focused on my assignment. Harry's POV: Today was a very hectic day. I am on my way back to India to see my girl's angelic face. When I met Alyssa Rose at her usual hanging place in one of the popular clubs where I know I would found her there without effort, I dragged her out of the club. Her eyes widened when she saw me but soon it replaced as a shock. "Harry! Is that you?" She barely whispered. "Why? Haven't you expected my arrival here? What would you think? I would have six feet under the ground? Huh!!" I mocked her angrily. "No! It's not like that. I mean, how are you?" She asked making myself chuckle. "Get rid of your attitude, Alyssa. It doesn't suit you. I know what kind of girl you are and how you planned my death." I snapped her. Her eyes get glossy, but she blinked it back. Oh, God! She is getting my nerve. "I didn't plan your dead. It's... It was my dad." She whispered. "What?" I almost shouted hearing her words. Why did her dad want my dead? "But why?" "Because he lost his shares in STR industries and he thought our break up is the main reason why your dad sold the shares to another person." "I tried to stop him, but he beat me and locked me in the room. I even tried to call you, but you didn't attend my call." Finally, she sobbed. I wanted to trust her but what if it is one of her games? She has been known as a well-known liar. "And your dad didn't satisfy the idea of me doing good so he planned to kill me when I was with my girlfriend and masked this as an accident, isn't he?" I asked gritting my teeth. "What do you mean?" She asked wiping her tears. "Don't say you have no idea about the accident that your dad planned to kill me again. If I report it to the cops, he will spend his remaining time behind the bar." I warned. She let out a small chuckle. "Harry! He has been in his wheelchair for a year ago and he couldn't even able to remember his own name. Then how it could be possible to plan a murder?" "What do you think, am I here to believe all your bullshit?" I asked finding the whole situation irritating. "If you are not ready to believe my words then come with me. I will show you where he is and how he is doing." Her confidence filled voice was enough for me to believe that she is stating the truth. "No need. But if I happen to know that you were behind this, I won't hesitate to sue out of this country." I gave her a last warning before walking out of the bar. If she didn't plan the accident then who would be? My mind won't get any peace until I discover the truth. --- When I reached my room I threw my body on the bed and relaxed a bit, sleep immediately consumed me the moments I closed my eyes. The smell of Chicken rice filled my nostril and I know Sheila is cooking her favorite meal. I rubbed my eyes and climbed out of my bed. I grabbed my towel and walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower. I want to talk with her; she would be mad at me. I changed into my black T-shirt and Grey sweatpants after the shower. I glanced at her room but the room was closed. So she might be in the kitchen. I directly walked into the kitchen to see her cutting vegetables, but her concentration was not on the vegetables. "You might be cut your finger," I said and hugged her behind. She jolted but relaxed when she saw it was me. She didn't utter any word instead of continued to cut the damn vegetables. "Sheila!" No response. "Sheila, baby!" No response. "Sheila!!!!" She turned her head and gave me a hard glare. "Look, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me." Oh, God! I can't bear if she stays mad at me the whole day. "Who told you I am mad at you?" she turned her attention towards the stove and again started to cut the vegetables. I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards my chest. "I'm really sorry. I just wanted to protect you." "At least, you have to tell me where you are going and what for, but you didn't. You treated me like a third person. Who I am to you, Harry?" She asked.