These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends [h.s.]

Chapter 26

Taken aback by my words, Harry expresses a shocking look. I wasn't sure why I asked him to stay but all I knew was that I didn't want to be alone right now, even if that meant keeping him as company.

"I don't know anything about you," I whisper while staring at Harry. The pale moonlight from the windows shined his towering body as he awkwardly stood by the side of the bed. Although his fresh scars and bruises were still very noticeable, they didn't conceal his natural beauty.

I've never seen someone like him, someone so incredibly attractive. There were times where I would catch him staring and I felt nervous, yet no matter how good he looked, he scared me. He always scared me.

"Let's keep it that way," Harry sighs while sitting on the bed. The mattress sunk from his body weight as his thighs brushed against my toes. Out of habit, I swiftly bring my legs to my chest and look at Harry who noticed my behavior and quickly got up.

He walks to a chair in the corner of the room. "You can sit on the bed if you want," I squeal.

"I'm good here," he softly whispers. About five minutes passed while we sat in awkward silence. I wanted to say something but I wasn't sure what I could say without Harry giving me some vague answer or throwing a tantrum.

"What's your favorite color?" I blurt.

"Excuse me?" He mumbles in confusion at my randomness.

"What's your favorite color?" I repeat.

"Black."

"Why?" I raise my voice intriguingly.

"It's harder to see blood on black clothes," he mischievously smiles and I swear I could see his eyes light up like a christmas tree.

I deeply swallow as my throat tightened. I didn't know much about him, but Harry never fails to remind me of his indulgences and I hated it. He ignores my reaction and reaches for the tin can from his back pocket, swallowing another pill.

"Are those drugs?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Something like that," he faintly spoke, eyeing the wooden floor before shoving the tin can back in his pants.

His ambiguous response yet again sets me off, "Why won't you tell me anything? I know you won't tell me why I'm here but you could at least say something meaningful instead of being so secretive and fucking mysterious," I pester.

"I'm not doing this with you tonight." Harry groans while getting up and walked to the door but I quickly dash from the bed and extend my arms in the doorway, trapping him inside the room.

I spread my legs so they evenly touch the sides of the door frame making the only thing standing between Harry and his exit was my stubborn longing for answers.

"Get out of my way," he growls, dipping his head down to my eyes greeting me with a deathly stare. It was enough to send chills yet I held my ground, not moving a single inch.

"No!" I yelled, pushing Harry at the shoulder making him stumble backward. He was surprised by my actions but it clearly didn't do shit as he was now charging at me with full rage.

"I'm done playing by your fucking rules. Beat me, threaten me, or insult me all you want but I won't stop until I get some fucking answers because I deserve some fucking answers!" I screamed in complete anger without an ounce of fear in my voice.

My shouting was enough to stop Harry dead in his tracks where he stood only inches away from me. His nose flared as his chest puffed up and down at a rapid pace. This is it, this is where I die.