[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." - Marilyn Monroe
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"See you in hell, assholes." I gritted through clenched teeth, shortly after I pulled the trigger of my gun with trembling fingers but without hesitation. I didn't even wait for a response from them.
They had already said and done way too much.
I was in the backseat of the car of the men who came to save our fathers but are now all dead just like them. Layla's head was in my lap and my eyes were fixed forward on Harry who was chasing the stolen car down the road at a fast speed.
Every second counted and Harry knew that.
I knew it had been a mistake not to be prepared for backup, but we were so sure that no one would find us out here. Besides, part of our plan had been that no one would know that we had kidnapped our fathers, so no one would be sent out to look for them.
That had been a big mistake.
Now Layla was injured, Niall was missing and we had no idea if Liam and Louis even made it out of the airport alive. Our car was destroyed and we had forgotten the walkie talkie in it.
"Your men shot my best friend!" I screamed as I entered the warehouse, my gun was drawn in my hand and I just saw red everywhere, no matter where I looked I saw the color red.
"I hope she dies." whispered Robin whereupon I kicked him so hard in the stomach that he toppled over backwards with his chair.
The pain made me numb, I couldn't even cry anymore but sat silently in the car. The events of just played over and over again from front to end in my head, it was just too overwhelming and I could not process any of it.
The fragments of memories that played in my head hurt my heart and my whole body, I wanted to scream out loud, but I couldn't. I couldn't make a sound. I couldn't get a single sound out.
The only thing that kept me from going completely insane and collapsing was Harry. That's why I fixed my gaze on him, I was afraid I would have a panic attack if I looked away.
His whole appearance just calmed me down and that affected every cell in my body, I was just relieved to have him with me. I couldn't get through this now without him, because I don't even trust myself right now.
I felt nothing, when I pulled the trigger in front of my father's face I felt no pain and no remorse. I just functioned without any human characteristic and in doing so, all I saw was red.
Red. The color red has played an important role in my life for a very long time.
1. my job involves hunting dangerous people, their names were on the red list of the CIA. It became something like my life's purpose.
