“We, uh, lost over five thousand in cash. It was stolen actually.”
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry. Here,” Asa said to Callum, helping him place me in Callum’s chair. “Shall I call the police?” He asked.
“Please,” Callum said, before bending down and gathering all my belongings into a neat pile.
I bent down next to him and helped him fold my laundry and place my stuff back into my messenger bag. The salt from my tears must have clouded my eyesight and I was having trouble controlling my trembling hands because I kept losing my grip on my toothbrush. Callum grabbed it from me and placed it in the front zipper. He closed the top flap of the bag and placed it by my chair. When he stood, he brought me up with him one more time and hugged me closely. He kissed the top of my head but instead of comforting me, it sent me reeling down a spiral of guilt and the tears flowed nonstop until the police arrived.
The police took our statements but both Callum and I knew, we were never going to see that money again. We left the bank a few hours later in utter disbelief. Callum clasped his hand tightly into mine and silently guided me toward The Hope House to wait out the night in hopes we’d get a cot. How long we stood, I don’t know but I remembered suddenly being yanked from the line with a single curse from Callum. He dragged me to Central Park and sat me on a bench next to him. He dragged me closely to him, tucking me into his side much like when he introduced me to Charlie that same night. How quickly life can change. In an instant, you can lose your mother, your father, your life, your youth, your innocence, and your pride. Losing your money and possibly the best friend you’ve ever had seemed like too much, even for me.
“You’re going to leave me now, huh?” I asked him.
Callum looked at me, stunned. “What? No. Never, Harper.”
“Why not?” I said, staring blankly at him. “I just lost thousands of dollars. I lost any chance of housing for yourself and possibly just made going to school impossible for you as well as myself. Why even bother?”
“Listen to me closely,” Callum gritted through clenched teeth, grabbing me by the shoulders, bringing his face closely to mine. “That money was stolen. You were no more responsible for it than I was. Stop blaming yourself, Harper Bailey! Shit happens! You know that just as well as I do but it’s because it happens to us so often that he have to fight just a little bit harder.
“One day, you and I are gonna’ wake up and be alright. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but one day. One day. I promise you.”
He brought his chest to mine and I buried my face in his neck, sobbing at the generosity of his words.
“Thank you,” I whispered into his ear.
He buried his hands into my hair and kissed my neck. “No, thank you, Harper.”
“For what?” I asked, tears staining the shoulder of his t-shirt.
“For giving me a reason to want to fight again.”
Chapter Seven
Tide is High
Callum
“So, this is where we’re staying the night, I guess?” Harper asked me.
I sighed. “Yes. I’m sorry but The Hope House ran out of cots.”
“I figured.”
Harper snuggled closely to me on the bench, a massive yawn escaped from her delicious mouth.
“Here, lay down,” I ordered her. “We have no blankets, so you’ll just have to settle for me,” I teased, making her blush the most attractive shade of pink on her soft skin.
She gave in to me and I laid down, my front to hers. We tangled our legs together and I wrapped my arms around her little torso. She sighed, content, and for a moment I didn’t feel like the care-taking failure I really was. Laying this close to her sent an oddly warm shiver through my entire body. My feet tingled and that same thread of shocking greatness traveled up my blood stream, affecting even the roots of my hair. I shivered involuntarily and Harper mistook it for my being cold, clutching me tighter, making my heart race and a crimson heat to pool in my stomach. She burrowed her face in my neck and, unable to stop myself, I inhaled the scent of her hair.
As I watched the shadows on her face from the lamp post, I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever seen anyone lovelier than Harper Bailey. She was everything I could ever want in a girl and a new fever gathered in my chest when I realized what it meant. I was falling in love with Harper Bailey. The scales were tipping fast and furious in that direction and I was slightly alarmed at how comfortable I was at the rapid descent. Falling for Harper felt like the most natural thing in the world and, God help me, I liked it. Damn the consequences.
Just as she started to drift to sleep, Harper’s eyes shot wide, making me grin. “What are we going to do now, Callum?”
“Don’t worry about that now. We’ll figure it out tomorrow. Just sleep,” I told her, wrapping her tightly against me.
She nodded and closed her eyes. After a few minutes, her breaths steadied with sleep and I felt free to spend most of the night wondering just what in the hell we were going to do. Somewhere between the fantasy of winning the lottery and desperately considering knocking over the proverbial liquor store, I fell to sleep.
“Get up!” I heard someone yelling. I realized that someone was poking me with something hard in the back. I turned around and recognized the end of a police officer’s flashlight. “Did you hear me? Wake up!” The officer said.
I stumbled up and helped a sleepy Harper sit up as well. The officer shone the bulk of his light at our faces but as we shaded our eyes from the blinding brightness, he dragged the beam toward our chests.