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20| Save Her

20.

~ H a r r y ~

I parked my car outside the house and got out, closing the door angrily. I had called Louis five times and there was still no answer, which pissed me off. But then I saw something else which made my eyes widen and my heart beat fast-- the front door was opened. What the fuck? 

I ran quickly towards it, looking at the half opened door and that's when it clicked me. Louis. He was the one responsible for this. I knew it. That's why he sent me to the club with the excuse of needing to tell me something important. 

I walked inside, going directly to Amelia's room. I knew she wouldn't be there, but I still hoped. Pushing open the door I saw exactly what I expected to see-- a cold, empty room with no sign Amelia inside. I let out an angry groan and kicked the door with my foot.

This wasn't good. Louis had a plan and I was afraid Leonard was involved in it too. 

Fuck this, fuck everything. 

I went to the bathroom and threw some water onto my face. I had to think clearly. I rested my hand on either side of the faucet and looked up at my reflection in the mirror. I was breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down. I closed my eyes, sighing, but when I opened them, someone else was staring back at me. It wasn't my reflection anymore-- it was my father. He had blood on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were a dull blue colour and he had a cruel smirk on his face. I blinked a few times, trying to get rid of his image, but nothing happened. He was still there.

"Hi son." he said emphasising the word son. 

He was talking to me. Was I going crazy?

"I'm not your son." I said, angry at him.

"Don't be so harsh, son. After all I'm not the bad one here." he said, laughing slightly.

"You are and you know it. You never cared for me, for your family." I yelled.

"You were a bastard and your mother a filthy whore." he said angrily.

"Shut the fuck up!" I said through gritted teeth.

"And don't forget that you were the one who killed me." he said clear enough for me to hear.

"I was trying to protect myself." I defended myself. He laughed at me.

"See, Harry. We are not that different from each other." he said, smirking.

"I'm not like you!" I shouted.

"But you are, look what you did to that poor girl." he said and I parted my lips ready to speak, but stopped. I couldn't say anything. He was right. "You hurt her badly. Now she is in danger and you are standing here talking to a person who is dead."

"I'll save her!" I said.

"No, you won't and you know why, Harry? Because you are just like me. You don't care. You don't what to love someone really means. Don't try to prove me wrong." he yelled and I shut my eyes, trying to stop listening to him.

"I'm not!" I objected.

"You are, you're a selfish-"

"Stop it!" I yelled.

"You're a monster."

"Stop!"

"A monster!" he continued,  pushing me to the edge.