Revenge Isn't Always The Answer

Chapter Three: Introduction To Another Character

The dinner had gone well and Harry had finally left. His presence being the only thing keeping me from discussing the murder of Clive Styles with Mason.

I pressed the start button on the dishwasher, a ding confirming the washing of the dirty dishes had begun. I walked out into the lounge room to find Mason flicking through an old photo album I had purchased years ago. Pictures of us filled the pockets; by the smile creeping up onto his lips I guess he liked the memories.

“I need you to poison him,” I interrupted; Mason turned his gaze on me, his blue eyes staring into my brown ones, “I have a list of what he likes for breakfast. I’ll prepare a meal tonight and I need you to deliver it to him tomorrow. I’ll hack into the security system and make sure he’s gone for good.”

Mason’s eyes widened, his brown hair waving around as he shook his head. “Charlotte are you sure you want to go through with this, doesn’t it seem to rushed?”

I thought about it for a moment, he was right. But if it didn’t happen soon, I would probably never get around to doing it.

“And don’t you think Harry trusts you too much? I saw the way he looked at you during dinner. Charlotte, he’s going to get into the way. We need to get rid of him before we can get rid of Clive.” Mason continued. I nodded my head, he had a point however I can’t seem to see myself doing such a thing to such an innocent boy.

“You’re right. We’re going to need back up, is there any way we can book a time to see my father?”

Mason sighed, rolling his head around in thought. “I’ll call the prison tonight but I can’t say if they’ll let visitors in,”

I nodded my head, taking the photo album from Mason’s grip and pushed it back into its spot on the book shelf.

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“If you could have any superpower what would you have?” Harry asked.

He’d knocked on my door this morning, asking if I would like to join his morning walk. I agreed and followed him down to a park that Clive and my mother would bring us down to and watch Harry and I play on for hours on end.

I kicked a stone along the cemented path, watching it bounce around and finally stop a few feet away, pondering on the question Harry had asked me.

“I think I’d be Superman, he’s just so cool and imagine being able to fly,” I spread my arms out as far as I could and pretended I could fly, jumping around, smiling like an idiot. Harry chuckled lightly.

“So would I!” He screeched, causing me to burst out into laughter. His childish act something I came to like about him.

“You know, I expected you to be like your father, all serious and demanding but you’re pretty cool,” I snickered.

“Pretty cool?” Harry stopped laughing for a moment, his sudden change of tone frightened me a little, “C’mon we all know I’m more than cool,”

I rolled my eyes, but before I could turn around and make a silly remark a large hand caught hold of my wrist spinning me around. My body pressed firmly against Harry’s, I looked up, a dimpled smile made my heart start to race and breathing hitch in my throat.

His lips pressed onto mine, a spark of fireworks blew up in my stomach. And for a moment, I almost forgot about my mission.

Almost.

Harry smiled into the kiss; my hands freed from his grip and made their way up to his curly locks, tugging them down to deepen the kiss. Harry’s hands reached down and cupped my backside, squeezing lightly.