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olivia's pov

I could feel my body literally waking up from my unconsciousness. My breathing hitched and I could feel my heartbeat beginning to beat to a faster pace. I felt my warm blood rushing through my body, giving life to my limbs.

I opened my eyes slowly, finding myself in my bedroom. Well, not my actual bedroom, but the one on Harry's apartment. I clutched the duvet in my fists, my body beginning to warm up.

I had no fucking clue what was going on.

I sat up in bed, crossing my legs so I was sitting 'criss cross applesauce', as they said in my lower school. I was too afraid to get out of bed and look around the apartment.

I just remember some guy throwing in a can and the next second in passed out...and now I'm in bed? It didn't make sense. I was honestly scared shitless.

Who was that guy? And why does he want to hurt me?

I heard heavy footsteps stomp up the steps and my eyes grew. I pressed my palms against the bed, ready to run. Harry walked into the doorway, a mattress in his arms. I relaxed.

His emerald eyes widened and locked with mine. I didn't bother to look away. He seemed concerned, frantic even, like he was mentally fighting what to say. His hair was a wreck, like he kept pulling and tugging on it.

"You're awake." He took a deep breath. "You've been out for a few hours."

"Mhmm," I nodded, too tired to say much.

"How do you feel?" He carelessly threw the mattress on the hallway.

I shrugged, not knowing what to say. I was feeling a lot of things right now.

"What's with the mattress?" I changed the subject.

"The apartment is trashed," Harry sighed, pushing his hands in his pockets.

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. I heard him take a step closer to me. "The mattress ended up in the living room with a knife stabbed into it."

"Oh my god," I whimpered into my hands.

I was beginning to feel my eyes sting from the tears. I was even more terrified and I strangely felt like it as all my fault.

"I mean, I can always get a new mattress." He pointed out.

"I know, it's just really scary knowing somebody trashed this place while I was here."

"I even found a little love note in my sink." Harry muttered, taking slow steps towards me.

I looked up to see that he was standing right over the bed. I moved back into the bed frame, creating space between us.

I sniffed, grabbing a small, white piece of paper from his hands. I looked over the note, it was just a bunch of numbers sprawled across the paper, like a code.

"I don't know what this means, it's just a bunch of numbers." I looked up at him. "Like...a code or something."

"Yeah...you're right, it is like a code," he said slowly, like he was making a revelation.

"Like a code." he repeated under his breath, his plump, pink lips making a frown.

"For what?" I asked, still confused.

"I don't know. I don't know that it's for. But look on the other side,"

I cautiously turned the paper around in fingers, squinting at what was written in tiny handwriting.

I read it out loud.

"The girl will suffer for you." I covered my mouth with my hand.

I froze, the words ringing in my head. I threw the paper, which fluttered to the floor. My heart barley felt like it worked anymore and my limbs went numb.

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