No Control.

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"I hate you too," I snapped. When he said it, it didn't come as a surprise to me. Everyone in my life hated me and I had never thought he'd be an exception. Not even for a second.

Harry glared at me, his hands fisting by his sides which was putting me on edge. I looked over at Josh and immediately felt embarrassed, running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. Then I turned to Harry, fist clenching at my sides to mirror his.

"What is your problem? Just leave!" I exclaimed, taking a step back from his towering frame. He took a step forward to close the gap again.

"You. You're my problem." He glared at me in pure hatred, the feeling being very mutual.

I stayed silent, both of us breathing heavily in the middle of the hallway as Josh spectated awkwardly. Harry's nostrils were flared and a vein in his neck was bulging. My ears were beginning to burn with anger and I knew the voices were about to take over my mind.

He is the problem Briar, not you. He deserves death. Do it.

"No, I can't." I muttered under my breath, breaking eye contact with Harry and glaring at his boots instead.

"What did you say?" Harry asked.

"Nothing!" I sighed, shoulders tensing up as I fought the urge to kill him. Then, I felt his index finger curl under my chin and lift it up gently until his nose was a few centimetres from mine.

"If you aren't gonna speak up then shut up. You sound pathetic when you mumble like that." Harry sneered, a smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth. My features hardened and I pulled my chin away quickly, slamming my palms against his chest to his surprise.

I had caught him off guard which led him to stumble back a step, but he regained his balance not a second later.

Your pen knife is in the back pocket of your jeans. Slit his throat.

"You're the biggest asshole I've ever met," I scowled, right hand reaching into my pocket. Of course, my fingers felt the cold handle of my knife and pulled it out of my pocket.

"Briar? What are you doing?" Josh's voice was uneven, and when I looked over at him I noticed how his eyes were wide and staring at the knife behind my back. He looked up at me with his scared bambi eyes and I felt the regret hit me like a brick wall.

"N-nothing." I was quick to shove the knife back into my pocket, my body turning to face him. I spread my fingers and held them in front of me to show him I meant no harm; at least not to him.

"Josh I can explain—"

"Explain what? What are you guys talking about now?" Harry cut me off.
Can he just shut the fuck up?

"Listen to me, I—"

"You're the girl, aren't you? The girl from the news." Josh's words lit up a fire of panic in my chest. It was like the world suddenly spun, making me stumble backwards into Harry's hard chest.

Was I about to throw up?

My reaction said everything, and Josh began to walk backwards. He shook his head slowly, dropping my bags of clothes onto the floor.

"Please." I begged, but I didn't really know what for. My ears were ringing and I let myself lean back into Harry. This could not be happening.

You have to kill him, he knows who you are. He will turn you in.

"I have to go." Josh said before spinning on his heel and sprinting down the hallway. I watched him leave with shaky hands as he finally turned a corner, out of sight.