chapter eight

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(Niamia)

i woke up still in the hotel, i had a slight head ache but there was an ice pack on my forehead. i sucked in a breathe. My head ache grew worse as i sat up. "I dont know what that was, im guessing it was lack of air flow at the moment or just a really bad migrain"harry said, he was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. i sighed, "Your freaking crazy!! what if i was dying and you just put an ice pack on my head?! what if it wasnt just a migrin!"I yelled. "I went to collage to be a doctor. dont worry"He said, at that point i knew my face was red with anger. "You graduated last year!!" i screamed. "Lower your voice!"he said jumping up from the chair he was sitting in. "No!!! I'm gonna die because of you!!!"i yelled. "STUP THE FUCK UP!!!" He screamed. "what the hell do you even want from me?'' I asked tears slipping down my cheeks. He swallowed a lump in his throat. "I... I want you to love me'' he whispered. "harry, don't you remember? We're friends'' I said calmly with a small shake in my voice. It was true, on the last day of school the day of his graduation, before he left to go walk stage. We agreed to

Be friends. " well friends isn't enough... I love you Niamia''he said. I swallowed as he starred at me expectantly. I had to pretend, I had too. " I love you two'' I said. Harry's smile grew wide. "but my head hurts really bad, I need help'' I said. His face grew angry. " you don't trust me'' he said. "no harry I do'' I said growing scared, ''then I will take care of you, just trust me'' he said. I nodded. A knock came at the door and harry put me in the closet so no one would know I was with him.

I heard some one talking, it wasn't harry. Now harry sounds worried. The closet door slid open and there was police officer. He had blond hair blue eyes and pale skin. "you haven't seen her'' he said with sarcasm looking at harry. He grunted and fell to the side. Harry had a letter opener in his hand with blood all over it. He bent over the officer and kept on stabbing him. Fear washed over me as he repeatedly stabbed the officer. My hands covered my mouth and tears rolled down my face, he stood up and looked at me. "pack our stuff, we gotta go'' he said.

All I could do was cry.....

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