A Twisted Way to Save Someone (L.s)✔

Chapter 7

Harry's Pov

The next few days had past slowly without any more nightmares, thankfully. Sinner didn't talk to me much unless it was forced ever since that breakfast.

I was bored out of my mind. I had no connections to the outside world and I mostly stayed in my room for fear of him catching me, thinking that I'm snooping around.

But lately, I just didn't care. Standing from my bed, I tried my best to keep my footfalls as silent as the Sinner's. I closed my door quietly and stood in the hallway for a good minute, truly gaging if this was a good idea or not.

I'd be in it for hell if he caught me but what would he expect me to do all day? Just lay around? His room stood at the end of the hallway, close to mine. His door was closed and it was so silent, you could probably hear a mouse breathe.

I let out the breath I was holding and turned away from his closed door.

No backing out of it now. I thought.

I crept through the short hallway that opened up to the living room and the kitchen. I've never went past the kitchen so I turned into the living room.

The sun was out, as it was only mid afternoon, providing me with my only source of light. Sinner never turns on the lights in his house and I thought that it was strange but it wasn't my place to ask.

With my breathing even and footsteps silent, I crept into the poorly lit up living room. I glanced around, nothing of interest catching my eyes. Nothing that could point me to who Sinner really was.

Until I turned to the side and am met with, not a hallway, but another door. Curiosity fueled me and I carefully scurried towards the door. As I reached the door, I glanced behind me, praying the door wasn't locked.

I took a deep breath and twisted the knob. Thankfully, it wasn't locked and the door opened to an office.

There sat a maroon, gorgeously carved desk in the middle of the room with a window on the wall looking out to the side of the house, showing the edge of the woods. Around the room were bookcases stacked with books, pictures and nicknacks.

I stepped into the office in awe. It clearly held expensive tastes and sophistication of Sinner. I trailed my fingers over the spines of the books on the nearest bookshelf as I walked in, looking at the various titles and authors.

There were so many. Many different genres and even some in different languages. I was impressed with the collection. I continued to look freely, not in any hurry or fear if Sinner did catch me.

I sighed, dropping my hand from the bookshelf and taking a step back. There wasn't anything here that really caught my eye but I kept glancing around, just to keep my mind from wandering.

Until I glanced at the desk. There were old letters and pictures frames facing down at the desk. I made my way over slowly, still trying to keep quiet.

I reached over the side of the desk and gingerly picked on of the old letters up. The writing and ink was too faded to read or make out and it seemed to be written in cursive.

I put the paper back down once I knew I couldn't read it and instead reached for the picture frame faced down. There was some writing on the back but I turned it over to look at the photo first.

The photo shown a woman next to a little boy. The woman was beautiful with shiny brown hair and bright strong blue eyes with a warm wide smile. She stood almost protectively to the boy who couldn't have been more then eight years old.

You could tell that the boy and women were related with the boy sharing a similar shade if brown hair but the same exact blue eyes. As I took a closer look at the boy, my eyes widened. He looked like the Sinner but significantly younger.

But it couldn't be him. But the little boy in the picture looked exactly like Sinner if we would be younger. I quickly flipped the picture over, hoping for any more clues on to his identity.

I scanned the back of the picture quickly but their were no names. Only a faded date as to when the picture was taken. I put the picture down, taking another good look over the desk for anything.

The desk was relatively clean, save for the small stack of old letter with badly faded ink. There were two other photos that weren't in frames. I reached over and snatched them up, taking in the people of the pictures.

One of them had two younger girls with Sinner in them too that you could make out. The photo hadn't been very well taken care of but you could make that they were all related with similar facial features, hair and the same exact blue eyes even though you had to squint to take in their faces and their expressions.

I flipped the photo over but there was nothing on the back of it, not even a date. Quickly putting the photo aside, the last one was just a picture of Sinner. He looked older in this picture than the other two but not by much.

As I stared at the photo, I could make more connections onto how they were only the same exact person. I flipped the photo over, hoping for anything and nearly cheered when I did see a date but along with it a name.

My eyes widened as I took in the name.

Louis.

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Louis's Pov

I stood watching Harry in the office, looking through the photos. I didn't want him in here, the room reminding me of my father, but it was hard to even move to get him out. I didn't know why, he seemed peaceful, not harmful in any way, but he could still get me caught.

With that thought, as he picked up the picture with me in it, I crept towards him. He didn't hear or acknowledge me as he flipped the photo over and I could see his eyes widened as I stopped a few feet away from him.

"You shouldn't be in here," I bit out, my dead voice echoing the room. Harry jumped and gasped, the picture falling to the ground as he took a step back.

"I-i wasn't d-doing anything. I..." Harry stuttered, speckles of fear in his eyes.

"You shouldn't be in here," I repeated, taking a deadly, animalistic step forward. "Why are you in here?"

The fear only grew in Harry's eyes and I felt a pang shoot through my stomach but I only ignored it.

"I was bored and-" he started, voice small and vulnerable.

"Leave," I hissed and he flinched before he moved. My eyes followed him as he left quickly and I stood silently before I heard the click of his door shutting. I released the heavy breath I didn't realize I was holding before kneeling and picking up the fallen photo.

I didn't spare a glance at my younger self before turning it over to reveal my true name. I sighed again, knowing Harry now knew what everyone else didn't about the Sinner.

I threw the picture back on the desk before stalking out of the office without a glance back. I knew if the kid ran now, I'd have to kill him but now I wasn't so sure if I'd have the strength anymore to do so.

But no matter how much I tried to not admit to myself, I cared about Harry.

And though it scares the absolute shit of me, I can't say that I didn't want to hold or kiss him or make everyone know that he's mine.

It scares me to know that I had grown feelings for my own captive in such a short time of being around him ever since I've kidnapped him who I knew could never feel the same.

Could never fall for someone who was a monster like me.