Kill of the night

Chapter 21

May 6th
Melbourne

Josie

Noah <3: Suit yourself. Good night.

Staring at his last text, I smile arrogantly, before turning my phone off

Knowing Harry the way I do, he'll be calling nonstop until I forgive him, however, he doesn't deserve forgiveness right now.

What he did was low, even for him. He has no right to go around intimidating every man I cross paths with, just because he wants me for himself.

Tucking myself into bed, I decide it's late enough to be obsessing over this. We'll talk tomorrow when I'm not feeling like ripping his head off.

With my eyes closed, I focus hard into falling asleep but, of course, my mind doesn't cooperate. 20 minutes go by. 40. One hour and I'm still here waiting for my brain to shut down.

I should turn my phone on. He might be worried.

What was I thinking?

Maybe I'll call Vicky, she can tell him not to worry. Am I being immature about this? Probably.

"Fuck" - Groaning I sit up in bed.

With tired steps, I go to the kitchen to have a glass of water. Obviously I take my phone with me.

Harry was a complete idiot and this won't happen again, I'll guarantee it, but I can't be that angry. He cares about me....and I reacted a lot in the heat of the moment.

As I turn on my phone I hear my doorbell ring. Shit....now he came to my house. I left him worried for no reason.

Tightening the robe on my body, I go to the door - "Harry, I'm sorry I didn't-"

My voice catches in my throat when I look in the peep hole. Looking straight at me is not the man I expected. Not Harry, covered in guilt and worry.

"What the hell?" - I whisper to myself.

Cautiously, I open the door slightly, leaving the protective chain attached to prevent him from entering my apartment.

Clearing his throat, his heavy, dark eyes rise to my face - "Drew....what are you doing in my house?"

He remains silent. The words come out of my mouth but they certainly don't enter his ears because he doesn't react in the slightest. The sound of my trembling voice is indifferent to him.

"Who told you I live here?" - I ask again. This time he blinks his eyes as if he's awake from some trance.

His dilated pupils, huge dark circles and macabre look. I step back, anticipating the impact of his voice.

"Let me in Josie—we need to talk" - I wrinkle my nose as the breath of alcohol rises up my nostrils.

"Like shit we do. You're drunk out of your ass" - Alarmed I go to push the door closed, when he sticks his hand through the narrow opening, stopping me.

Leave please.

"I'm sober. I don't drink." - He blatantly lies to my face.