Behind The Masks Of Blood ;hes;

chapter 25

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[Bella] :

"Tk Tk Tk. . . His time is almost countable sweetheart."

All I could hear is a dead line, confused me I did not really realize what he said, standing with my eyes focused on my IPhone screen. Then the realisation hit me, I widened my eyes in horror. Harry.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck." I cursed under my breath, feeling my heart had dropped to my stomach. He is going to hurt Harry, Oh my lord. And in the moment I felt my mind freeze and I could not think straight.

I looked at my fingers, two rings. If I give Harry one he will become fortified. But I will be weaker infront of Gratte. This is so complicated.

The first thing I did is checking Harry out by a call, my fingers were shaking badly as I dailled his number. With unsteady breathing. I pushed my soft hair away to behind my ear as I wait for him to pick up. Few minutes passed before I heard his voice. It was deep and cracking abit.

"Hello Bella, what's wrong ?" He questioned immediately, shifting on his place.

"Oh my god, Thank god you are okay." I let out a shaky breath I have been holding since forever.

"I am okay. But why ? What's the matter ?" The sound of him moving around, only making me more uncomfortable.

"Nothing too much. I just- Ah- have not seen you today. So. . . I was worried." I mumbled the last words. I lied just half a lie. Nothing too serious.

"Worried ?" I can imagine him furrow his eyebrows in disbelief. "Yes ?" It came out much more in a questionable way than an answer.

"You should have a good explaination for the worried  word." He mumbled as I walked along the street. Small smile has crept into my face. And I am insanely looking at the ground as I bite my lip. Is that normal ?

"Its just worried ." I said.

"It does not sound normal. Anyway, where are you ? I really need to talk with you about some things." He said, as I heard a door shut closed.

"I am on my way home."

"Meet me on my home." He talked and I can sense his smirk through the phone, I just bite my lip harder as I close the line. Again following his orders with satisfication.

I  have not brought my car today, so I choose to run like a freak. Nobody will notice, its almost like strong winds passed into you. I know I will get there in less than five but maybe it would not be that awkward getting before him. Or maybe he is there.

When i reached the house, few bittersweet memories flooded my head, and I just shook it off to the edge as I knock on the door.

"I do not want newspaper du-" I heard his voice as he opened the door. "Oops its you."

"Yeah. Its me." I shrugged, as I smile. He was topless with shorts on, red ones to be exact. His musculs looked strong and just like everytime I am taken aback by his beauty. I have always known why girls were drooling everytime they see him. And he is so damn arrogent. God I have thought about his sexual life more than mine.