Tell Me A Secret

Chapter 15: Conflicted Desires

Harry and I didn't speak the rest of the night. I had woken up from whatever drug he gave me as soon as he brought me in the house. He carried me up to my bed and didn't say a word. After that I went right to sleep and I heard commotion from down the hall all night.

I woke up this morning feeling gross so I had to go to the bathroom and see if there was any pills. I walked down the hallway and saw that Harry must be in his room, because his light was on. I opened the cabinet to find all types of medicine and I just grab the pain killers. I grab the glass on the counter and fill it up with water from the sink and toss the pill in my mouth and sip water.

"I see your up" a raspy voice says coming from the hallway

I ignored him and didn't want to acknowledge him, he only wants my attention and I'm not giving it to him. I turn off the lights and empty the glass cup and pass Harry in the hallway and go back to my room.

I have so much haunting me right now and I just can't take it. The more I'm alone the more I think about everything but I didn't want to give into Harry or Niall at any point.

I slide down the wall near my closet, bringing my knees to my chest and my hands to my face and start to cry.

I just want out of here, they have put me through so much hell.

I hear my door open but I don't bother to look up from my state.

"Seriously" I hear Harry say right next to me.

I still don't budge and I hear him sit in front of my body.

"You're sick! You know that?" I whisper to him, I can't believe this situation and him. I'm so worked up still and I will not let this go.

"Oh darling you don't even know the half of it" He says as I raise up my head to look at him sitting right in front of me.

"Don't call me that! You're a psycho that enjoys killing people and laughing about it afterwards" I say getting upset even more.

"And you're a bitch who doesn't listen to me. We both have our problems Avery" He fires back without  hesitation.

He doesn't even look mad and that is what makes me upset. He just killed a person and I'm yelling at him about it. His jaw isn't clenched and he isn't grinding his teeth together. He looks like he's enjoying our argument. I feel very offended by his words, but I'm too side tracked by this situation.

"Harry you just killed an innocent man. A young man if anything! You are insane, you know that?" I just feel like I keep repeating myself if anything.

"I think 'psycho' was better" He lets the devilish smile plaster his faint lips, making my stomach turn. I huff at his words and keep in the back of my mind that he killed an innocent man.

"This is not a joke Harry, Don't you feel guilty?"

"He was going to die anyway"

"What are you talking about?" I look up at him, very confused.

His eyes are filled with darkness with a little bit of insanity. His curls are swept back out of his face and his jawline is so prominent. He just looks at me and doesn't break it off.

"He was wanted by your fathers gang Avery" He whispers in front of me.

"My father doesn't have a gang Harry" I say back at him

"Wow your dad really did keep it under wraps" he says chuckling.

"Tell me" I say annoyed in the moment.

"Your dad does have a gang and they are our rival, they are called the Creators"

I just look at him so confused of what he is telling me.