Photography (HS)

Chapter 36

Chapter 36
Harrys POV

I've been staring at this computer screen for fucking hours. All the numbers that I'm reading aren't going into my head and it's all because I cannot get Briony out of my mind. Seeing her in that hospital bed in the condition that she was in felt like I was being stabbed. I've done my best to keep her safe and I fucked it up.

I hurt the woman I love.

The doctor said that she would be okay in a couple of days but that doesn't stop me from thinking the worse. I want to go and see her so badly but I cannot risk her getting hurt once again. The drug that she was injected with made her heart stop so she was an inch away from death. I have no fucking idea what my boss would do if he found out I saw her again but I know he would try and kill yet again.

Instead of being at her side, I'm stuck in my warehouse figuring out numbers for our next deals. Since I left Bri's apartment I've moved back in with my father but the majority of the time I'm stuck in this tiny office making sure that everything in this warehouse is going smoothly. Mainly things like the right amount of drugs are being given to buyers, buyers are giving us the right amount of money, making sure there are no snitches working here and making sure that deals go smoothly. You know, things that a massive drug house needs to keep in check. I deal with it and I fucking hate it.

I hated all the small things I had to do before I was given the warehouse but those jobs still allowed me to have some what of a life. Although I would still get fucking attacked for doing other things, I still had time to do them. I miss being able to go to college, and I fucking hated the sound of my photography teachers voice, but part of me misses it. But I think I just miss briony.

God I miss her so fucking much.

I had just finished confirming numbers for and up coming deal before the door of my office flew open. I turned to the side to see who it was and in walked my father. He stumbled through the door as if he was drunk, to be fair I wouldn't be surprised is he was, and leant up on the wall behind me. I swivelled in my chair to face him, waiting for what he wanted to come in here for.

"I heard what happened." He lowly spoke. Crossing his arms while lifting one leg up to rest on the wall. I looked at him blankly, confused on what he was talking about. "To that brunette whore of yours, she's in hospital isn't she."

"Don't fucking call her that." I spat.

My father raised his eyebrows and laughed. He pushed off the wall walking towards me, I sat up in my chair. I never know what his next move is so I like to be ready for whatever.

"Well she got what she deserved, at least now she can't fucking distract you from a hospital bed." I just shook my head trying to stop the anger travelling through my veins. Every word he spoke about her made me want to flip out and beat the shit out of him but I really did not want another reason for my boss to go after bri.

"Let's just stop fucking talking about her okay." I really need this conversation to end or it will end with my father on the floor. "What do you actually want?"

My father nodded continuing to speak. "I need you to come down to the main office, Samuel thinks it is best if you have a partner and they are downstairs waiting to meet you."

What the actual fuck? I can't be assed to be dealing with a partner. I rolled my eyes and told my father I'd be down in a minute. After he left and turned back to my computer to log out of the system. I had no desire to go downstairs, a part of me just wanted to jump out the window, run away and not come back but I just knew how unrealistic that is.

I got up out of my chair and wondered over to my bag on one of the hooks on the back of the door. Feeling around I pulled out my small black flask containing alcohol. I completely forgot what I had filled this with but I knew that I needed a kick of some sort going into this little meet. I removed the cap of the flask and took a swig, quickly finding out that the mystery liquid was vodka. Tasting it reminded me that I secretly fill up the flask last night before going to bed and thank fuck I did.