Dusk h.s.

Chapter 89

This is what it feels like to be totally mind blown. This is what it feels like to be confused in a world of people that know everything when you know nothing. This is what it feels like to be afraid.

"Don't listen to a fucking word he says!" Harry shouts.

"Why? Cause you know it's true. You fucking killed her!"

"What the fuck? I may have fucked your sister, but I never hurt her!"

"Luke, that isn't funny!" I snap.

"It's true."

"Where's your proof?"

"She showed me Harry's texts to her. It all fit together. He was threatening her. And she just randomly happened to crash in the exact same car he owned. They found it off the side of the bridge along with her body!"

"What?"

"That could've been anybody's car, fucktard!"

"But it was yours!" Luke yells back.

My head is spinning. "What texts? What did they say?"

"I have them all. They're still on her phone. I'll show them to you if you want! He's a killer, Anna! And now you know!"

I suddenly feel this weird fear for Harry as he stares at Luke with such hatred. "Anna, don't. Don't listen to him."

"What evidence to you have against it?"

"I did not kill his sister."

I don't know what to believe anymore. My head continues to spin with thoughts and I can't decide which ones are true.

"Harry..." I look at him, trying to find the amazing guy I met, but all I see is an angry guy who murdered an innocent girl.

I push him out the way, running out the room. Harry's hand grips my wrist. "You will not! You will not believe him!"

"Let go of me!" I shout, pulling my arm out of his grasp. I run and run, never looking back.

Tears start to stream down my eyes as I make my way to my car. I didn't want to believe Luke at first, but this makes perfect sense. Harry's outbursts. Everyone telling me he's dangerous. Him telling me himself that he's dangerous. The car. The messages. The secrets. Everything! Harry killed Luke's sister. And he's gonna kill me too if I don't stay far away from him.

Before I drive away, I see Luke heading towards me. He gets into my car without warning.

"What are you doing?" I ask, wiping my eyes.

"I'm coming with you."

"Luke...."

"You need to know."

"I don't want to know."

"Well, you need to. Let's just go somewhere and talk."

I sigh. Tears still roll down my cheeks as I drive home. When we get to my house, we go up to my room.

It's time for the full story.

"My sister was a......sensitive girl. She thought Harry cared about her when I tried to tell her over and over that he never did. He was just a fuckboy. That's it."

I nod, still crying.

"After a few times of their sexual encounters, she came to me, saying she was pregnant. Harry didn't like that. In fact, he refused to believe it. But she's keep pushing and pushing. She wanted him to be there for her and the baby. One day he told her to stay away from him or else. Then it was just open threats after that."