Just two devils, finding their way through hell.
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When Brooke Huxley turns out to be crazier than Harry Styles and his gang had planned, he has to find a way to torture her before the final seventh day. Can he do it? Or will he mess everything up...
Should I be used to killing? Of course, I've been doing it since I could remember. The first person I ever killed my was a 20 year old prostitute girl, I didn't know any better though, I was only five.
Oh my god! A five year old killing someone? Gasp! Yea, yea. I know. But honestly if you think thats fucked up, you have no idea what you're in for, I won't tell you about that, for now.
I hate talking about my past, it's brings up memories that I've tried so hard to forget. So much blood, so much pain, and so many bad jokes.
I exit the bathroom as nerves inch through my body, I feel like I'm about to explode. My skin is crawling just from the thought of murdering an innocent man.
I run my purple painted finger nails through my soft hair and throw it up in a high ponytail. I change into a star wars shirt that goes just above my belly button and some low rise jeans. I was wearing pajamas before so I needed to change, also, I don't really care if this shirt gets dirty. I strap on the bag that Harry gave me to fill with equipments once we met.
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I grab my keycard, sliding it into my back pocket before unwrapping a tooth pick and shoving it in my mouth, the taste of wood is refreshing to be honest.
I've always had a weird habit of having a tooth pick in my mouth at all times, I take a deep breath before going to open the door, but as soon as my hand meets the knob and I pull it slightly open, I'm met with a lower half. He's changed into a thin long sleeve crew neck, the top few buttons open to reveal his yellow flower chain, the same one I have on, and some black sweatpants.
I look up and meet his those familiar emerald eyes, of course he still has the beanie on, typical. Does he ever change out of it? I've never seen him with his hair completely on display.
I swallow the lump in my throat from the intimidating height difference. I lean one hip to the side and twirl the tooth pick that lays on my cherry lips while I keep my eyes on his.
"You're late." He whispers to me.
"That's too bad." I whisper back, shrugging my shoulders.
"Too bad for the guy you have to kill as well."
Well damn, he knows how to shut me up. I suck in my cheeks and nudge him to the side, walking down the hallway with my hands in my back pockets and the tooth pick still in my mouth while he keeps close behind, too close.
If he still thinks I'm going to try to escape at this point, he's stupid. I would have to be an absolute idiot to try to escape. I know guys like him, well, worse than this, but I've seen enough pretty shitty ones enough to know that Harry and his group know what their doing.
Do I know what it is their doing? Absolutely no fucking clue, but that's probably for the best. I already think so horribly low of Harry, I can't imagine the thought of him getting any worse then he currently is.
