"harry, we need to talk."

"what is it, my love?"

she sat dumbfounded for a little while, she didn't know how to tell him let alone how to tell him.

he somehow understood, placing his hand softly upon her thigh, he comforted her.

"just say it, i'm always here to talk about anything you need."

evangeline smiled softly, he was so kind, he would surely understand.

"i just- i don't know if i'm ready for all this, harry."

"what do you mean?" his hand remaining atop her thigh.

"i don't think i can come with you."

"and why not?" she noticed his hand grip onto her thigh, not tightly but enough to be noticeable.

"i can't leave my family, i'm not ready to start a new life."

"but i can give you everything, angel. anything you want, you can have."

"that's the thing harry, how would i ever be able to be independent? how would i ever grow up, if you hand me everything on a silver platter." she sighs.

"i need to earn my successes,"

"so be it then, i'll let you work but that doesn't mean you need to stay here."

"harry, you're not understanding. i'm too young for all of this."

he scoffed, his hand tightening around her thigh, she ignored it.

"you weren't saying that when you were begging me to touch you."

"you're being so inconsiderate." evangeline points out trying not to rashly insult him.

"you're so much prettier with your mouth shut." harry's knuckles on his left hand whiten, as his grip around the steering wheels grows stronger.

evangeline sits back in shock, this was not the loving man she knew.

her mouth agape, words refuse to come to her lips as she tries to pretend she did not hear his insult.

her hands makes a futile attempt to brush his grip off her thigh. to no avail, he holds her thigh tighter, she can feel it slightly bruising.

maybe she was prettier with her mouth shut.

"harry, please stop, you're hurting me." her voice comes quietly in a whisper.

he does not stop.

"evangeline, you're fucking killing me."

"i'm sorry harry." she mumbles.

he relaxes slightly, but then she continues to speak.

"i'm sorry that i can't come with you but i love you."

something in her cautious tone, relaxed him, she still loved him, he thought.

he scoffs again, he shakes his head.

to evangeline he looks very angry, he is very angry.

"you love me?" he chuckles darkly.

"yes." she confirms.

"i doubt it."

"why?" her voice is soft, slightly afraid of him.

evangeline had never seen the man angry before, she never knew how threatening he could be.

now she saw the side of him that people were weary of, she guessed she didn't really know him at all.

"if you loved me, you wouldn't doubt me. you would come with me."

"i don't doubt you, i doubt myself." she meekly says,

"i don't know as much as i think i do, i just wish i could've been with you when i was older. when everything makes sense."

"you're not a child, evangeline, you are so mature for your age." he frowns, complimenting her but in the most unappreciative way.

"just because i'm mature doesn't mean i'm older than i am. laws are put in place for a reason and i don't see why you should risk a criminal record for me."

"i would do anything for you."

"that's not how it should be harry, things are more important than me."

the girl pushes further, trying to get him to understand.

"what i'm trying to say harry is, i can't go with you. what you're offering me is amazing and i'm so grateful for you, but i can't accept it."

"angel, can't you see how much i love you?"

"i know harry, i love you too but i can't come."

he shakes his head, the only feeling of his is anger. it resonates stronger than his rational thought.

"i can't let you go."

evangeline grows uncomfortable, not afraid - just a slight feeling of weariness.

"yes harry, you can."

"angel, you're tearing my fucking heart apart."

"that doesn't mean you can hold me in your damn car." she snaps,

"harry, if you don't pull over, i'll find my own means out of here." she speaks in her most domineering voice, still feeling discomfort towards the idea he didn't let her leave straight away.

her hands reaches towards the car door handle, harry moves faster, locking the door so she can't open it.

he speaks with anger, "if you really loved me, you wouldn't leave me."

"then maybe i don't love you." evangeline spits out, rolling her eyes.

he was being so immature. yet, her words seemed to work.

instantly he pulled up on the side of the road, they were on the outskirts of town. around evangeline's grandmother's home.

"leave." he speaks with pure venom.

he couldn't believe this idiotic teen girl. this idiotic girl who had lured him in.

this idiotic girl he had loved.

this girl he would have thrown away everything for.

"gladly." she spoke, pretending as if she couldn't care less, when really she hurt.

she opened up the car door, ripping her leg away from his tight grasp. they both briefly glanced in horror at the ugly purple bruise harry had left upon her leg.

it was already a dark red, both chose to ignore it.

she slid off the car seat and onto the ground, tugging her little bag over her shoulder.

the girl's skirt flicked up revealing her perfectly pert behind, he looked away.

not wanting to taunt himself with a pleasure that was not his anymore.

as soon as evangeline had slammed the door shut behind her, he drove off.

leaving her coughing in his dust, which she briskly turned away from and walked in the other direction.

she tried to mask her despair in an upbeat pace, while he pulled a cigarette from the dashboard and blinked away his glassy eyes; taking a long drag.

the girl and the man both decided that day to forget each other.

to forget everything.

evangeline was content in her decision,

she felt as if she had

-ethically speaking-

made the right decision.

and now as she trodded purposefully through town, she knew that she had to go back to her house. she had to fix her family.

she wasn't too sure where home was, because it could no longer be with harry.

yet she knew where it would be, and that was with her mother and father as they happily sung along to her father's old records in the living room, as they asked about eachother's days over dinner.

so now she was going to find her home