Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter Five

Harry's POV

I had to get out of that room. Immediately. I got up and told her to eat and sleep before I left.

As soon as I closed the door the tears started falling down my face. Why couldn't she just understand that I loved her so much! I'd die for her. I'd kill for her. I knew she wanted me to let her go, but I couldn't. It hurt when I wasn't right beside her, let alone if she was gone. I had to keep her there. For me and for her own good. I had done some research on that so called boyfriend of hers and he wasn't so great. There were pictures of him hanging all over some other girl taken just the day before. I'd never do that to her. I loved her so much! It hurt!

I heard her phone go off from where I left it in the kitchen. I got up to go see who it was.

Nick - Hey. How r u baby girl? Made any friends? How r ur classes?

So this Nick guy was the guy she was talking about? I decided to text back. But what would I say? I convinced myself to just leave it be.

My phone started ringing. I checked the caller ID. 'Oh great' I thought sarcastically.

"Hello?"

"Where is she?"

"What? Who?"

"You know exactly who you little bitch!! I put you in charge of her and every other person on the 3rd level!"

"What's going on?"

"The American chick in the room next to you. What'd you do with her? She wasn't in any of her classes today or yesterday. And don't tell me you don't know."

"I swear I haven't seen her! I have no idea where she is!"

"That's a load of fucking bull shit!! I know you know where the hell she is! Now tell me you little brat!"

"I told you, I. Don't. Know."

"I'm going to come find you and slit your little throat! She costs me money!! Now find her and bring her here, bitch!"

"Stop it! Just stop it already, will you!"

"Stop what?"

"Blaming every freaking thing that is wrong with the world on me!! Not everything is my fault! If you hate me so much why did you even put me in charge of them? Couldn't you've just had one of your 500 fucking servants do it? Why me?"

"Because I don't have to pay you. And I only have 78 servants."

"I hate you!!! You treat me like fucking shit and I'm sick and tired of it!! Just because I'm your mistaken kid doesn't give you the right to do this! If mum were actually alive she wouldn't allow this!"

"You're the one who killed her! I have the right to treat you like this! I'm your father and I can do what I want!!"

"I didn't kill her!! I'm done with you! And this fucking job!"

I hung up the phone as tears streamed down my face again.

*Flashback*

"Mummy! Mummy!" young Harry whined.

"Sweetie, I'm trying to drive," his mother answered him.

"But lookie! I made you a picture!"

"Can it wait?"

"No!"

"Okay..."

His mom turned around and looked at the mess of scribbles her three-year-old had drawn for her.

"Very pretty honey," she smiled.

"I wuv you mummy!"

"I love you, to-"

Harry heard a large and crash everything went black.

*End Flashback*

It's not my fault! I tried convincing myself. But I knew he had been right. It was my fault. If I had just waited to show her my drawing she'd still be here. I burst into tears.

I cried for at least an hour and a half before finally calming down. I went to check on Kaegan and found her fast asleep on the bed. I decided to take a shower and get some sleep myself.

A/N Ssoooo... You got some insight into what Harry is going through! Did you like it? Should I just stick with Kaegan's POV or do some more with Harry? Plz let me know!!
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