Monster ≫ h.s

1.9

I actually owe you guys like three chapters. Its these finals I swear, teachers and the whole school thing is annoying anymore. Like tf I have people to serve. I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY LOVE YOU.

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Flashes of horrible images came to me. It was chaos, broken glass, furniture trashed. I heard Maisy crying begging me to stop, there was so much noise, so much blood. I was dreaming. I looked at her and realized what I was doing. She had her hands pressed to her stomach smeared with red liquid.

This wasn't real. I was dreaming. She fell to the ground looking up at me with shock. I shook my head trying to wake up. I was dreaming. I looked at my hand dropping my knife immediately. "WAKE UP" I yelled.

I shot up breathing very heavy, I let out a groan wiping my eyes with my hands. I ran a hand through my hair trying to calm down. As I looked over to Maisy's side, I noticed she wasn't there. I quickly got out my bed and jogged over to the door, as I was walking down the hall I ran into her figure. She let out a small yelp before she realized it was only me.

"What are you doing?" I asked holding onto her shoulders.

She let a out a soft cry from my embrace. Instantly I relaxed my hold, " I-I was thirsty, and my head was keeping me up. What are you doing?" she asked looking up at me through those blue doe eyes.

"I uh, never mind that. Please. Just come back to bed. Okay?" I commanded.

Her posture seemed to slack even more any trace of alarms she had plastered on her face before face way to exhaustion, "Fine, mr.   grumpy." She mumbled, shuffling back into the bedroom.

She walked in front of me settling back into the bed. I squinted when she turned on the lamp casting an invading stream of light.

"Warnings are nice." I joked lightly still recovering from the shock of light tiny sensitive eyes.

A tiny tug of her lips told me that she had enjoyed my discomfort, "Who said I was nice?" she responded quietly.

"I was scared, when I didn't see you in bed. I thought maybe you left me." I said pulling her into my lap.

"Would it have mattered? You seem very persistent in the fact that I will never leave you, that I'll be with you always." She commented.

It took her several seconds to get used to the position. She seemed pretty awkard before she finally was adjusted, a terrible mix of shyness and anxiety.

"You're cute." I noted brushing a piece of dark blonde hair out of her face.

"You said that before." She groaned, "you always that."

"So its still holds true." I stated.

"whatever...So you want to tell me why you were up? You know you can tell me right," her eyes held a genuineness that I couldn't overlook, "I won't judge you." she added.

"I had a bad dream." I admitted.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not particularly...it was about you. I hurt you, I don't know why, but I did. I would never do that it was a nightmare and I couldn't stop myself." I explained.

She simply nodded, " I have nightmares to its normal. I mean not that every girl wants to be told she was killed in someones dream but you get the point. Harry I'm worried about you."

"Why?"

Before she even started talking I could tell this wasn't going to be a fun conversation, much less one I wanted at near 3:30 in the morning.

"I just feel like... sometimes you have poor judgement. You don't make the best decisions. You act on your emotions which at the moment change very quickly. You- are very spontaneous and unstable. You killed someone and seem almost completely unfazed. Doesn't that worry you?"

"Well.. no I... I mean I guess. It doesn't really matter Maisy. He wasn't a good person, he deserved what he got, I couldn't let him hurt you." I responded.

"Harry you lost control of your anger and it went too far. That man is dead, there are certain rules you have to follow. You can't- just go hurting and killing people. Do you understand?"

"Maisy I-"

" Do you understand?" She repeated, we were having a stare off neither one of us giving. I had my hands on the top of her thighs

"No I really don't, I would do anything for you! I don't see what the big deal is, he was pathetic and a coward. His life meant nothing, I'm sure no one misses him. I told you I killed people before, its not like this is a new thing...listen can't we have this conversation later. You should go to bed."

"You have no remorse, Harry do you even realize what you did is wrong? I understand he was a bad person but you killing him wasn't right either. How many people have you killed, honestly? How can you not even feel any regret."

"I've killed over twenty people, all for my own reasons! I don't need to tell you okay, some of them extremely personal. I've lost very important people to me, so pain is something I've adapted to. It's something I've learned to control. If I began to regret my decisions in life I would never sleep, which is something I don't get very often anyway."

She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, "I don't understand you, or how you think." she said waving her hands around her head.

"I don't even realize myself, I'm sorry that I don't feel bad but I don't. I never will, if we're being honest, it gave me a certain amount of pleasure. You are mine, mine okay? He wasn't going to touch and get away with that. EVER."

"Harry I think you should take your pills, they might help with sleeping, and your mood swings. I really think they could really help you." she said softly.

"No, I'm not taking those things. I'm not crazy, I'm fine, I don't have a problem." I responded getting defensive

"I know you don't,  but you are bipolar, taking pills doesn't mean your crazy harry it-"

"I said I'm not taking them!" I yelled.

"Okay, I'm sorry." she apologized.

"Fine."

"Fine." she repeated quietly.

I pulled her face to mine kissing her softly, she let out a small gasp reattaching my lips to hers. I pulled back not wanting to make her feel smothered.

She looked confused but way to drained and tired from the lack of sleep to protest. I pulled at her shirt, before releasing it and brushing my fingertips against her cheeks.

"Harry please just make good decisions from now on, Promise me."she said sternly.

"Okay Angel. I promise I'll start making good decisions. Now do we want to go back to bed?"

She seemed somewhat pleased enough with the progression we made through the conversation

"Yes."

"Then go to bed." I said pulling her down with me.

She punched my shoulder playfully before dozing of to sleep. I meant what I said, there was no one that could have her.

And I would at all costs protect her, even if it meant risking my own life. That was just something she was going to have to realize sooner or later.

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MErp I can't. Shorter chapter sorry. I luh luh love you though.

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