Being Harrison Bloom’s Girl

“Do you think I enjoy any of this, then, Leigh? Is that what you think?”

Leigh could’ve screamed her frustration until her voice simply winked out as if it had never been at all.

“You said you would support me.”

The words didn’t come out as a scream. They came out as an anguished whisper, and she saw, immediately, that they’d had more of an effect than any amount of screaming could’ve done.

“Leigh,” he sighed, and she saw in his eyes that the anger had drained away, with remorse taking its place.

“You’re right, there’s no point fighting. We’re still new at this. We just need to figure out how to do this. I… I’m sorry. Come here,” said Harrison, and reached for her.

Leigh sighed in relief that the storm was over, at least for the moment, and she walked into his arms, nearly leapt into them by the last few steps to him, and held on to him.

“Harrison, I hate what this is doing to us,” she whispered, clinging to him.

“I know, darling. I know. We’ll make it fine again.”

“We have to,” she said, and felt herself slowly steady as she soaked in the strength that Harrison always exuded. Being with him always made her feel like, perhaps, she could handle everything, after all.

It was a strange feeling, still. Leigh was used to handling things herself. She had always been independent, but lately, she’d become dependent on Harrison, and that dependence was beginning to weigh on her.

Leigh didn’t want to think. She wanted to stop thinking, and feel.

She only wanted to feel.

That she take more.