Storm [H.S.]

chapter 23

"Violet." I hear my name being called in the distance but it's so quiet. "Violet!" My head snaps back when all of a sudden I'm in the apartment and Harry's face is hovering in front of mine.

Kneeling on the ground at my feet, he's holding my face in his big warm hands. Those green eyes are full of worry.

"Hey." He looks between mine. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I breathe but it comes out hoarse. "I'm fine I just got lost in thought for a second." I look down, afraid he'll see the lie on my face.

Before he can question me further, I grab his hands and pull them down to my lap. I realize Willow is still sitting next to me and I try to give her a reassuring smile but I don't think it's working because she looks like she's gonna shit herself.

"I'm really okay you guys." I push off the couch, making Harry stand up to get out of my way.

Pulling my hands from his, I walk toward the kitchen. I don't know where I'm going but I can't sit still anymore. Once I get to the other side of the room, I look over to find the two of them helplessly standing there staring at me.

"It's a stupid note." I try to convince not only them, but myself.

"A stupid note?" Harry repeats me in disbelief before picking said note back up from the couch. "Who the hell wrote this stupid note then?"

"I don't know." I lie again.

"Violet." His eyes plead with mine.

"Maybe someone from the team?" I'm not convincing anyone. "It's probably just a joke."

"Someone from the team?" Willow speaks up. "They wouldn't write that."

"Willow." I warn her.

"I'm sorry but this is scary Violet."

She's thinking the same thing as me. That this letter has to be from Jacob.

"What's going on?" Harry's about to crumble the paper with how tight he's holding it.

I take a deep breath, knowing I have to tell him. I mean I've been wanting to tell him anyway but I wasn't ready in this exact moment when I just sucked his dick five minutes ago. We don't always get to pick our moments though.

"It's probably from my ex." I admit. "He...he wasn't the best person. Isn't the best person." I correct myself.

"What does that mean?" Harry tries to understand.

I can see he's really trying not to jump to conclusions but there's already anger in his beautiful eyes.

"He has a flare for the dramatics." I motion to the paper he's still gripping. "That sounds like him."

Willow watches as Harry makes his way around the couch to join me hovering by the front door.

"Why would he write something like this?" He tries for calm but it comes out strained.

"Trust me, he's done a lot worse." That was supposed to be a joke to lighten the mood but it came out sounding way too serious.

Harry searches my eyes to confirm what he's thinking is true and I can't hide it from him. The pain from Jacob is always there when I think about it.

"I'll fucking kill him." His deep voice vibrates.

"Harry." I don't even know what to say to calm him down. "I'm fine okay? He can't hurt me anymore."

"The fuck he can." He growls, jerking around the note. "He's leaving you threatening notes on your apartment door Violet. How does he know where you live?"