¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

3.9

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𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢

Melanie was still breathing. She was unconscious, but still breathing.

I picked her up in my hands, closing the car door through the key before I walked her to the front door. I looked down at her as I used my foot to knock on the door. Fuck, wasn't she just beautiful even when she was unconscious? Probably, the prettiest corpse one day, too.

The door swung open and Mandy gasped when she realized who was in my hands. "Mr. Harry, what happened?" she asked with a thick foreign accent, trying to keep her voice low.

"Nothing serious, she got drugged," I mumbled, walking inside.

Mandy gasped again, closing the door after me. "You have to be quiet. Mr. O'Coyle is in his studies," she spoke in a hasty voice as she walked after me towards the staircase.

"What can I do to help Miss Melanie?" she asked as she opened the bedroom door for me.

"Some water would be enough," I said about to step inside, when she stopped me.

Her hand wrapped around my arm, causing me to look at her. Her lips were trembling as she looked up at me with wide-open eyes. "She would wake up, yes?" she asked, her voice threatening to crack.

I nodded, "Yes."

Then the overly emotional woman left and I used my leg to close the door after me. I laid Melanie down on her bed, taking her boots and jacket off. She was going to survive this, it wasn't anything serious. Just a rape drug. I had sold some of those before so I knew she was going to be fine. It wasn't deadly.

Sighing, I pulled the chair from her desk and placed it beside her bed. Then I sat down and rested back. How the fuck did we end in this situation? Maybe I shouldn't have let her leave but then again, how was I supposed to know she planned on leaving the party? Thankfully, I bumped into Dylan and he told me he saw her walking out, otherwise, I'm not even sure what would've happened to her.

It was odd that some guy just gave her a spiked beer in a parking lot. And not odd at all, considering we lived in America. Though, I couldn't help but think that maybe it was that same guy, William, who spiked her. He had my gun and he tried to, I don't even know, do some shit to Melanie! I had to find that guy.

Sighing, I shifted my gaze to Melanie. She was sleeping so peacefully just like that night when I left and some guy got into my house. It had to be planned. There was no other way.

"Fucking Liam," I huffed, folding my arms in front of my chest as I let my head fall back.

"That fucking fuck!" I cursed under my breath as I rummaged through my dresser.