The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong?
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I stood there, watching her. I was...
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April 17 4:00am
I ended up taking Harry back to mine in a taxi. I couldn't leave him alone; I was too scared he would do something stupid.
It took me about twenty-five minutes just to walk him up the stairs and get him into my apartment, where he collapsed out on the couch almost instantly.
I sat with him for a while as he murmured sorrys under his breath. It hurt alot to see him like that, I could help but feel slightly guilty, like it was my fault.
He held my hand, laying with his head on my lap and mumbled unintelligible things to me, just like he did when he called me to come over a few weeks ago.
"Are you annoyed at me?" He had asked me, and I could hear the pain in his voice
"I'm not annoyed, I'm just scared" I told him honestly, squeezing his hand reassuringly.
"I'm sorry I scared you" His face screwed up, blinking his eyes rapidly and taking in deep breaths.
"I'm not scared of you, I'm scared for you" I said to him, unable to hide the sadness in my voice, I wasn't just scared for him, I was terrified for him, terrified by the things he was putting inside his body. I had seen people abuse drugs before and I knew it was a form of escape, I could only pray he didn't end up the same way that other people in my life had.
I bent my head down to press a kiss on his cheek, seeing how broken and riddled with guilt he was.
A single tear fell from his drunken eyes as he feathered them shut, drifting off to sleep "I don't even know what's wrong with me anymore"
He fell asleep not long after. I had stayed with him for a while to make sure he was okay before we were both falling alseep on the couch.
And when I woke up that morning, he was gone.
That had all happened on Saturday night, and now it was Tuesday.
I stopped getting the drunk calls and texts from him, I actually hardly heard from him at all.
I text him once to ask if he was okay and if he got home safe since he had just disappeared , to which he responded with 'I'm okay' and then another 'I'm sorry"
I never saw him, but I did get a good morning pretty girl text every day for the past few mornings, and I liked that so much more than him disappeared of the face of the earth.
I was glad I hadn't gotten any more drunk texts or calls, I hoped that meant he had listened to me when I told him to stop.
It was currently 4am, I lay awake in bed for the second night in a row, I couldn't sleep again. I could hardly sleep when I was alone, I got maybe two hours max, and I always have a bad dream.
