The Alliance [H.S]

16

Eden Crawford.

As I was being helped out of the car by Harry I couldn't help but still be in complete shock from the gorgeous beachfront bungalow that we would be staying at. It was about 8:00 and the sunset on the water was absolutely amazing.

Really wasn't expecting this to be our destination of choice.

Don't get me wrong, it's absolutely breathtaking, but by the looks of this, the last thing you would have expected is that not even 24 hours ago we were being gunned down on the side of a cliff.

But here we are.

I have to admit, this was a smart idea. It's very private and not a location you would pinpoint for two mafia family members to be staying at.

"I got the bags," Harry said to the driver, motioning him to leave, interrupting me out of my thoughts.

As I go down to grab my suitcase, quietly wincing in pain from my leg, Harry quickly stops me "I don't think so love" Harry chuckles grabbing the suitcases and walking towards the door.

I huff out in annoyance, feeling helpless, I begin slowly walking to the door, ignoring the pain rushing up my body. Harry once again runs over to me in a small panic to help me reach the door, but I quickly smack his arm away.

"God Harry, I can make it to the door, just let me do it" I look up at him with heat in my eyes. I hated feeling like this, having to be taken care of.

If looks could kill, I would say Harry's was very close to that "Fine Eden, fuck off then and don't bother asking for my help again" he inches closer to my face, looking at me up and down before shaking his head and whispering "pathetic" and snapping away quickly before walking inside the bungalow, slamming the door harshly.

I couldn't help but feel an ache in my chest for his choice of words towards me, if this were a week ago I wouldn't have cared and I don't know why I am now.

I just stood there with a pit in my stomach, starting to feel sick before I threw up all over the grass, gags following after.

I really felt like I was going to faint at this point, I threw up again once more before wiping my hand over my mouth, feeling absolutely disgusting, but finally starting to walk towards the bungalow, wincing in pain along the way.

Finally reaching the door, out of breath, I push the double doors open with a force, using it to regain some of my balance. The inside of the bungalow made me smile, it was all open and the ocean looked amazing. I noticed Harry on the desk speaking into the phone looking angry before looking back towards me and rolling his eyes, returning his attention towards the call again.

Asshole.

I notice my bags had been placed by a door on the other side of the room, so i head towards them.

I open the door before dragging my bags to the inside of my room and falling onto the bed before my leg gave out. I huffed out in pain and annoyance, these have been the worst hours of my life.

I noticed my cut had begun bleeding again and it was leaking through my sweatpants. I groan out, walking out of the room to find the bathroom to try and fix this fucking gash.

As I reach the bathroom, I take off my sweatpants in pure pain, wanting to cry and scream, but I kept myself together. I tried to look around for a first aid kit or something just so I can clean it up. With no luck, I try and put my sweatpants back on, but just as this day couldn't get any worse, I trip my foot over the pant leg and crashing down onto my left leg, and screaming out in pain.

"FUCK! FUCK, OH MY GOD, ARE YOU KIDDING ME" Tears began to fill my eyes, my leg began to aggressively bleed out onto the floor, with anger I grab my sweatpants and wrapping them around my thigh sucking in deep breaths while it cut off some of the blood flow.