All We Are // H.S.

Chapter 13

WREN

I was speechless. 

My eyes traveled between Harry and the broken male. He continued to spit blood and float in and out of consciousness. I hugged myself and shivered at the sight.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked. His eyes were wild, probably trying to understand why I wasn't completely losing it.

I nodded my head and tried to hold his eyes contact for as short as possible.

"Wren, please explain to me what is going on." He begged for some sort of understanding.

"I don't- I don't know." Stuttered. I was still a bit shaken up and not sure if, in this particular case, honesty was the best policy. Don't worry about it Harry, my former pimp just sent one of his henchmen to kidnap me. That would go over well.

He leaned over the unconscious body and shoved his hands into the jean's back pocket.

"Do you know a Kyle Bates?" He rushed, examining the ID.

Yes.

"No."

"No, no of course you don't." He mumbled as he stressed and tossed the wallet onto the guys bloody chest. He pulled his phone out of his own pocket and began dialing.

"What are you doing?!" I ran over to him and closed my hands over his to stop the typing. He looked up at me with shock evident in his green eyes.

"Calling the police of course." He squinted. "Wren, you were just assaulted! This guy should be arrested."

No police, I thought. If for some reason they had to pull up my record, the missing persons report under my name from after Kathy died would surely cause some problems.

"Please, you can't call the police." I begged frantically. Harry looked so confused it would have made me sad if I wasn't so scared. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. Nobody deserved this.

"We have to call the police. Do you not understand what just happened?!" His eyes were bugging he looked so angry. He would never understand.

"Of course I do! It's just... I'm fine let's just get out of here." I tried convincing and attempted to lead his hand away from the crime scene.

He ripped his hand away from mine with ease.

"You aren't making any sense Wren! Please tell me what's going on. I can help. My fathers a lawyer and-"

"I will tell you anything you want to know if we can just leave." I begged.

He was quiet for a moment as he raked his hands through his hair. I was going to give the poor kid an aneurism. Either that or I would get him killed.

"Shit!" He paced back and forth.

"What the hell do I do with this?" He stood over Kyle's body and appeared to be on the verge of tears. I quietly waited for him to figure himself out.

He swung the door of Kyle's van wide open before turning back towards the limp body on the sidewalk. Harry bent down to reach under the body and hoisted it off the ground. Kyle was pushed, not so gently, back into the car.

"Come on." I hurried and reached forwards to help him with the door. The less witnesses the better.

"Wait." He demanded after we started walking and turned back.

When I looked back to tell him to hurry my jaw dropped. He was bent over the sewer grate, carefully picking up Kyle's gun from where it had been knocked into the street. Harry noticed my gaze as he pushed the gun between his back and the hem of his jeans, twisting his head around to make sure his shirt was covering the rest.