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Kill me softly
Your hold on me
Is something I can't explain***
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Chapter 65
Renny's Pov.
Wednesday Night
I watched as Harry slept, inspecting his hands for the third night in row. They're beaten up and bruised and his knuckles are cracked.
He keeps saying he's started boxing.
I believe that. I know he did because he comes home with his boxing gloves. However, I don't understand why he's been spending long nights at the gym. He doesn't get done until late but he's wanted me to stay with him or him with me every night.
It's just sudden and random.
He's been different since Monday. I know something is going on.
All he ever does is ask me if i'm okay and if everything is good, and then he goes to the shower. He pretty much immediately goes to sleep after.
I don't know what's going on.
I quietly got out of bed and walked into the kitchen.
We stayed at my place tonight but he passed out super quick. I'm just a little worried about him. I just feel like something is going on and he's not telling me.
I opened the fridge before seeing Shiloh walk out of his room, his presence being made known with a groan because he just can't ever be quiet.
"You're up." He said as he came behind me and grabbed a juice as I grabbed a water.
He's a child, but I digress.
"Yeah Harry passed out pretty quick." "Ah." He nodded as he sipped his drink.
I nodded and looked around, realizing Harry's gym bag or whatever was at the door.
I looked at my door to make sure he wasn't gonna open the door before going over to his bag.
Might as well check shit out.
"What're you doing?" Shiloh asked as I unzipped Harry's bag.
I moved all the clothes inside aside but as soon as I saw the bottom of the bag I jumped back a little at what's inside.
What the fuck?
Knives. And a lot of them. More like fucking daggers. What the fuck is he doing with those? Is he training to work with knives? What in the fuck is going on?
He hasn't spoke a word about any of this. All he's told me is that he's taken up boxing as a hobby. Clearly the daggers at the bottom of his bag prove otherwise. It's alot more going on than boxing.

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