Fix me|| HS

Chapter Eleven

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Violet

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I quickly ran out of Harry's apartment. A million thoughts raced in my mind as I got in my flat. How could I have been so stupid? I shouldn't have told Harry that story-- what was I thinking?!

I paced around my apartment as I tried to think of how I could fix all of this. After a few moments of silence and thinking I finally thought of something. I need to leave this place before they find me.

What if Harry already called the police? Fuck!

I go in my room and I throw a suitcase from my closet on my bed. I rip my clothes off the hangers and I shove them in. I need to travel light since I won't be able to have any transportation than walking; I can't risk going public or the police might find me.

As I zipped up my suitcase I then heard a knock on the door. I was about to open it, but I immediately pulled myself away to look through the peep hole. At the other side of the door there was someone I didn't want to see. The fucking police!

"Shit." I cursed under my breath. I can't believe Harry right now. He's such a fucking liar, and back stabber.

I looked around before my eyes landed on the window. I opened it before climbing out. I was in the fire escape, and I thought of jumping off, but I didn't. Instead I looked to my left and I saw another window, it was to Harry's apartment. Lucky for me the lock to the window isn't on, so I didn't hesitate to get in.

I fall to the floor once I got in, making a huge sound when I accidentally knocked down a vase next to me.

Harry came running in the living room, and his expression was blank. I stood up, and I took a few steps closer to him.

"Why did you do this? Why did you call the police on me?!" I'm furious, but it's gotten into the point where I'm so mad that the only thing I can do is cry.

He looked at me with a puzzled look. "I didn't call the police." His voice came out so dry without any shame.

"Yes you did! Whom else would have?"

"Someone that has a phone to call them." He says it with an obvious tone before I looked at him with a stupid face.

"Are you kidding me right now? You think this is a fucking joke?" My voice started to escalate louder as my body got closer to his.

"I think you're a joke, you deserve to rot in hell for the sins you've committed-" 

I didn't let him finish, instead I slapped him on the face so hard he almost went flying away. He placed his hand over the red mark I've created on his cheek, and he looked at me deadly in the eyes. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey that was half empty on the coffee table, and raised it above his head.

The last think I felt was a stinging sharp feeling on my head before I came crashing down to the floor. My vision became blurry, as the last thing I saw was blood.
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I'm really sorry for the short chapter but school starts tomorrow and I need to get everything ready :'(

I just wish I can live a whole day without any worries. Is it too much to ask?

I'll try to update tomorrow, it just depends how much school kills me

-WaleskaRomo