Disclaimer: Don't own My Blood Valentine
Author's Note: I decided to write one when Harry was still alive in the story all the way until the end of the movie.
I had walked into Sarah's parents store to get the stuff I needed for the annual Miners barbecue. The first thing you should know about me is that I hate shopping with a passion. I wasn't the average girl that enjoyed doing girl stuff and shopping was at the top of my list.
"Hey, Katie," My friend Sarah said with greet as I grabbed a shopping cart. "Your father made you do his dirty work, huh?" She said with an amused look.
I gave her a look. "You know my father," I gritted through my teeth.
Sarah Mercer was one of my closet friends. I knew she was teasing me because she knew it'd annoy the hell out of me. That's why I loved her as a friend.
"Plus I have to set everything up while Axel gets to sit on his lazy ass. Do I look like Martha Stewart to you?" I asked walking down the bread isle for hamburger buns and hot dog buns. I spotted them and threw them in the cart not really caring.
Sarah smiled. "The bitchy Martha Stewart," She said. "Tomorrow I'll come by and help you set up."
I looked at her in shock. "Really?"
"Yeah, I mean, I'm going to be there anyways, so I might as well help set up."
"Your awesome," I said in awe at my friend.
Her smile grew wider. "I know. Tom and I are going out tonight," she said.
"Any place special?" I asked going down the soda isle. The adults were supposed to bring their own alcohol.
"Movies, dinner," she said with a sigh. "I love Tom but I kind of feel lately we're in a rut.'
She helped me stack some 24 packs of different sodas in the cart. "To be fair there isn't anything to do in Harmony."
"I know. Nothing ever happens in this town."
I looked at her.
I finally made it home and parked the car in the driveway. I got out of the car and opened the trunk to find my stepbrother Axel Palmer coming out of the house. Dick.
"Need help loading it in?" He asked eying the full trunk of groceries.
I grinned knowing exactly what he could do. "Can you bring the 24 packs?" I asked him grabbing the ice out of the trunk first.
He looked like he hadn't wished he asked for help now but grabbed a couple of packs.
"Thanks," I said walking up to the back door and unlocked it.
He followed me inside and set the packs by the table an watched me put the ice in the freezer.
"So, dad is making you do all the work again?"
I gave him a look. "I am not cooking. I don't know why we have to have one of these every year. I hate getting stuck with the clean up." I said closing the freezer door.
He followed me back outside to the trunk to bring more stuff in.
"Sarah's coming tomorrow isn't she?" He asked grabbing a couple of more packs.
I took a deep breath. I hated it when he pulls this crap. "Sarah is coming but she's coming with the love of her life- Tom."
He laughed. "Trust me, they aren't going to last." He said as we went back in the kitchen.
I dropped the bags on the floor next to the fridge and looked at him. "Did you know you're an ass?"
His lips curled up. "What else is new?"
I so did not want to get into a fight with him. "Can you just help me put all this crap away? It's not good for my blood pressure to go up every time you are near me," I told him seriously.
"Don't be such a cry baby. You haven't ended up in the hospital yet."
"Jerk," I muttered.
"You know you love me." He said pulling me into a brotherly hug to piss me off.
"Only because I have to."
After dinner I had gone straight to my room with the door shut. My father had invited some of the miner's over for a poker game which meant Tom's father was downstairs along with Harry Warden. Sure Tom was a miner to but he was out with Sarah. I could hear the men laughing downstairs and turned the radio on enough to drown them out. I flopped on my queen size bed and closed my eyes just laying in the dark. I must have dozed off because I woke up to someone touching me. It was dark so I turned the lamp on.
"Harry?" I said shocked. "Why are you in my room?"
"Your father sent me up to check on you." He said just staring at me in a way that made me uncomfortable.
I didn't believe him but played along. "You can tell my father that I'm fine," I said giving him a light smile.
He gave me one last look before walking out of my room. I quickly got up and closed my door and locked it. I slid down against the door in fear.
Should I continue?