She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)

chapter 28

Am I really ready to be responsible for someone's death? Am I really that angry at them?

...But then again, we don't need any more drama in our lives especially not Harry; he doesn't deserve what Eliza has in store for him. She's cruel, selfish and manipulative person, I'm sure world will be better off without her...

My splintered heart stuttered and then pick up again in double time, as I'm weighing different outcomes up in my mind.

...I have been peeking through the cracks in the thick wall that Harry had built about himself. His eyes have became my silent speaker, and slowly the ice around his heart is melting away, as the icy wind in his soul is losing its defensive speed. And if I let her be, I'm certain that I'll lose him completely. There won't be turning back from the frosty wasteland and he'll be but a void. I rather go through with it and add another scar to the collection in my fractured soul, than allow her to destroy him like she's planning to...

I inhale deeply; a gentle smile frames my lips, hopefully my struggling beat going unnoticed. "If I'm totally honest with you grandpa, I don't care about them. All I know is that I can't live under the same roof as them. You can relocate them or kill them I don't care, I just don't wanna see their faces ever again."

With my spoken words his smile only grows, his eyes beaming with excitement: "You don't know how happy I am to hear something like that coming from you." He leans forward, placing his hands on the desk, his eyes staring at me with curiosity, "I'm wondering what they have done."

I sigh loudly, and huff, crossing my arms over my chest: "They're plotting against the lads. Their plan is to hurt them on emotional level and it's really bad. So I just can't allow them to execute the plan, beside no one hurts my family and gets away without consequences. It is my duty to protect all of you no matter what."

He watches me carefully, nodding his head. His eyes glimmering, it is obvious in his expression that he is proud: "You really are Montague. Now that I think, maybe we should not underestimate you." I grin as brief pride runs through me. He sighs heavily and informs: "About the maids, send them in my office I'll take care of them."

I nod: "What will you do to them?"

"They have to die. If I'm being honest, I don't like them either," he snorts, his tone turns stiff, "lads almost killed each other because of those bitches. Luckily the mission in Italy came just in time and forced them to get over the conflict." He shakes his head at reminisce.

My eyes harden at this new information, fires of fury and hatred smolder deep in my system. No remorse or guilt is there to warn me about a raw and vicious truth that my decision leads into.

...Wow...I'm a bad person; I'm definitely going to Azkaban...oh well...as long as my family is safe I'm okay with that...

I grin and clap my hands: "I'll go get them than, and grandpa thank you."

He hums and nods his head. I swiftly stand up, and in a hurry depart from his office, aiming for the living room in hopes that I'll find them there.

As I have predicted both maids are with the guys in the living room, giggling and flirting. With a smug smirk I sit next to Liam, as odd power welled up in my heart. I clear my throat and go to speak, putting some volume in my voice: "Sorry to interrupt. But my grandpa needs to see those girls in his office, now."

The girls cast me spiteful glares, then silently walk away. Leaving silence and a bit tense atmosphere behind.

"What was that?" At length Liam asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

I gaze to him: "Nothing...well my grandpa will take care of them, because I can't live under the same roof as them."

Their amazement starched considerably, as my declaration left them speechless. Strange silence seized the air. And the longer they stay quiet the quicker doubt is crawling into my thoughts. I bit my bottom lip and glance at them, feeling unsure.