Limbo [h.s]

28

Nicki Minaj - Barbie Tingz

"I'm a bad bitch, fuck the bitch
Bitch get slick, I'ma cut the bitch
I'm a bad bitch, suck some dick
If that bitch get slick, I'll cut the bitch
I'll cut up the bitch, I'll gut the bitch
Had to fuck up the bitch, man, fuck the bitch
Won't shoot her but I will gun-butt the bitch"

*A/N*

Please note the changes in POV for this chapter!!

Chapter 28 Harry's POV

Guilt was not a normal feeling I was accustomed to but after spending the last twenty minutes overthinking every scenario in my head I had come to the conclusion that yes, I felt guilty.

I was sitting on the couch in my living room with my head hung low in between my hands, and I was feeling guilty.

What the fuck is going on?

I had no reason to feel the way I do, none at all but still the sickness in my stomach continues to grow with every passing second Isabel is tied up.

Luka however is ecstatic. He seems perfectly content on having Isabel bound by her hands and legs to the chair placed in the room next to us, the only divider being the thin walls of my house.

God this is so fucked up. I know that it shouldn't bother me, and I just hope that Luka can't see the pained expression on my face because I won't be able to handle having this sort of conversation with anyone other than my own thoughts. Whatever conversation that is.

I just don't think I can speak to anyone right now.

I could always take the cowards way out, there's a couple of options for that.

Option number one alcohol, option number two some heavy illegal drugs or option number three, just leave and let Luka handle this.

None of those options seem to appeal to me though and that's what's so confusing. Usually I take care of this shit on a daily basis.

I've killed countless of times just because I was asked to but something about this particular situation feels different... off, and I cannot for the life of me pin point why.

It's not the fact that Isabel is a woman, that's sexist and I've killed plenty of woman in my life... those who've deserved it that is. Maybe that's it. Isabel doesn't deserve this, or maybe she does and I'm just too blinded by her to see it.

The deep sigh I take brings Luka's attention towards me. "You good mate?" he questions.

"I'm just tired" I had no energy left to talk right now. After staying up all night trying to locate Isabel's whereabouts and then help her escape has been draining. Not to mention I'm supposed to be meeting my father in half an hour so I needed to leave again soon meaning that Luka and Isabel will be all alone together.