Photography (HS)

Chapter 34

Chapter 34
Harry's POV

You know how every adult you know says that they wish they could turn back time and go back to school instead of work? At this moment in time I fully fucking agree with them, and I fucking hated school.

I'm currently sat across from my boss in his office while he lectures me about my warehouse I so badly wanted. I couldn't give two shits about what he's saying, to be fair my head is spinning because of the three shots I had before coming in here.

"Harry are you fucking listening to me!" Samuel's voice got louder and snapped me out of my day dream. I looked at him and nodded even though I had no idea what he was going on about. 'You fucked up one of my biggest deals, all because you were fucking drunk!"

These past couple of days I've been drunk every day. Yesterday I had to do a an exchange of drugs for some money at my warehouse house but as my boss puts it I "fucked up" because I told the lorry loaders the wrong amount of drugs they needed to give to the buyers.

And yes, it was because I was drunk.

"That man now has pulled out of any future deals because of you. Do you fucking understand how much money we are going to loose." He whisper shouted at me. I couldn't help but notice the amount of spit that left his mouth when he spoke. "Do you?!"

He continued shouting at me while i tried ti stop the world from spinning. I've been drinking all day so the three quick shots I took before coming in have gone straight to my head. Briony really fucked my head up after what she said I few days ago and I can't get the image of her face out of my head when I told her I was leaving again. I hated that she was so upset, but me leaving has been the best thing to happen to her.

"Look I'm sorry okay, I fucked up. Can we move on?" I lulled my head back as it started to feel heavy from the alcohol.

The next thing I knew, I felt excruciating pain in my stomach that almost winded me. I whipped my head back forward to now see my boss stood in front of me with his hands in fists. I started to ease the pain in my stomach by rubbing it with my hand. Fuck, that prick hurt me. Usually I'm ready for his punches, but this time I really wasn't.

"What the fuck was that for?" I whined as the punch knocked some of the air out of my lungs.

My boss leant down and grabbed the scruff of my neck. I knelt down on the floor In front of him while he yelled and shook me about. "I could fucking kill you over this!"

"Do it then!" I yelled back while pushing his hand away so it disconnects from the neck of my jumper. "Fucking kill me! I dare you!"

I shut my eyes waiting for a bullet to hit me in the head or stomach. I knew for a fact he has a gun in his desk. He leaves it behind a photo frame he has on there so it's easy access. With my eyes shut all I could think about was Briony and what she may be doing right now. I waited for the gun to go off, I wanted the gun to go off. Maybe if this dick just blew my brains out right now I may find some peace... Briony would find some peace.

I waited for what felt like hours for my life to end but it just didn't. I opened my eyes to see that Samuel had gone back to his chair behind his desk. He was pouring himself a drink which I'm guessing was whiskey considering the large amounts he has in the glass closet behind him.

He bought the glass to his lips but before he took a sip he spoke. "How is Briony?"

"What?" I murmured.

He finished taking a sip of his whiskey before placing the glass back down. He rested his elbows on the table intertwining his fingers. The smug smile he had in his face told me was going to say something I didn't want to hear. "Well I know you've seen her.." his tone was monotone. I knew he was angry but he seemed to calm for my liking. "... was it, let me think- two days ago?"