Ace (H.S)

eleven

tw's:!! extremely heavy violence and starvation.

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"My little devil."

The words that have been roaming around my head for the past thirty minutes we'd been in this car. I'm not a devil, I'm anything but that...right? If anything, he is the devil.

I'm an angel compared to him.

I stare out the window as we sit in complete silence. The roads are completely empty, making this even more creepy. The way he touched me in the bathroom sent this feeling through me. I'd never experienced anything like it, but it was kinda one of those moments you read about. I can't help but shiver at just the thought of those hands running over my skin.

But what I should be thinking about is the killing, what is he trying to do? First, he was mad about Jason, and now, he wants me to kill someone else. Bipolar ass.

Is that his plan? Does he just want me to kill people? I've been trying to figure it out, but I can't. He's too fucking quiet. Also, the rest of the boys don't know that I'm killing this man, so what's his deal? Is there some kind of connection behind it? Or do the boys know about this and Harry is just telling me that they don't for some reason?

Maybe he wants me to go crazy, murdering people left and right. No. I wouldn't do it. This is just one person, if he made me do this full time, I would end up killing myself for real.

We suddenly make a sharp turn into a long stretch of road, at the end of it sits a large barn. My entire body goes numb and my stomach forms a tight knot. I feel like I'm about to throw up.

It's just one person. You've done this thousands of times. Get yourself together. But that's the thing, it's just one person, one person that doesn't owe me anything, who's innocent.

It's way too fucking early for this.

What if he is trying to kidnap me for a second time? Keep me to himself? I'd rather stay in that barn than have to go with him everywhere. That's also another thing, why is he always there? Whenever I catch myself doing anything, it's always him standing right next to me. Why not Niall? Or Liam? Or anyone for that matter?

Why is it always Harry. Harry getting in a knife fight with me, holding me over a railing, tying me up, bathing me, trying to kill me numerous times, and now making me kill someone.

I nervously turn my head to him, the tooth pick he took earlier from me still sits in between his pink lips. He drives with one hand on the wheel, the other holding the pick in his mouth and twirling it. I bite my lip in concentration, studying his face. He knows I'm staring at him, but doesn't make any eye contact with me.

He pulls into the driveway of the barn, the tires skirt against the bumpy pebble road making dust fly in the air as he drives. My throat feel like daggers are being shattered into it at this point.

I don't think my fault anymore, I just think the world truly hates me, and I hate it too.

The car suddenly stops as the front of it is about to meet the enormous cherry bark doors. I hesitantly move to look at Harry, who is twisting the key in the car and pulling it out.

Without making contact with me, he opens his door and places one foot out, then turns back to me. "What are you slow? Get out." He demands in a harsh tone, then turning back and closing the door behind him.