TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 43

Song for this chapter: Kitchen Sink by Twenty One Pilots

I only sent her a forced half smile, hoping she'd get the hint. She tried to create small talk, but I wasn't giving in. Her strong vanilla sent evaded my nose as she placed her slender hand on my arm. "What do you cherish the most in life, sugar?" Her voice was slow and sweet. "My girlfriend." Her disappointment shun brighter than her bleached smile and glittering nails as I left my unfinished beer on the counter and made my way back to the spot I shouldn't have left to begin with.

Harry's P.O.V
"Don't you dare go back there." I ordered her after we found out there was a journal missing from the box of my belongings. "But Harry, I know it's under your bed I remember seeing it." She almost whined. "No buts. You hear me? It's too dangerous, I don't need it or want it. You're more important to me than a journal full of pointless words." My hand rested upon her cheek, automatically soothing her.

"Babe, who is it?" She asked, probably noticing my furrowed brows and tight lips as I looked down at my phone. "Hmm? No one." I seen the concern in her eyes but she quickly brushed it off. I quit that bullshit and now Stan got the major boss involved with me? Fuck. I stared down at the unknown sender's message, reading over the last line continuously. "-Sincerely, Mr. R". No one knew if that was short for his real name or just a codename he always used, but we all knew he didn't play games, when he got involved it wasn't a joke. I looked up at Sarah and smiled at her, she seemed to feel my gaze causing her to look back at me. "What?" Her cheeks flushed. "You're just beautiful." I pinched my bottom lip between my fingers.

"Hey mom." I greeted her as I walked into the kitchen. "Where's Robert?" I asked, realizing I haven't seen him all day. "Working late again." Her lips fell. I didn't know what to say so I just continued my way towards the fridge, grabbing a water bottle. Sarah was somewhere in the house, I think she was doing our laundry, since we both thought it would be awkward for my mom to do it. I found my way to the laundry room and sure enough she was there, sorting through the lights and the darks. "May I help you, Styles?" She smirked, still focusing on her task, not facing my direction. "Just checking on you, I'll be in the room." I walked back the direction I came from, grinning to myself. I sat there for about an hour reading through my old journals, the ones I used to write in when I would lock myself in my room away from the screaming and torture. I put them back in the box, too overwhelmed by the words scribbled on the pages. I grabbed Gemma's Mr.Teddy and smiled at it, staring at the multicolored stitches. She learned how to sew because of this, a little girl with needles and thread because she had no one else to do it for her. My smile faded, but I was distracted by the feeling of the bear's side. Yes it was stitched, but I felt something inside it. I pulled at the thread, the stuffing slowly revealing itself. I reached my finger inside and pulled out the object. It was the other paper airplane charm, the one that matched the one dangling from Sarah's neck. I squeezed it in my hand, the stainless steel almost breaking the skin. I smiled, clenching it to my chest even though it didn't fill the small, empty part inside. "She kept it." I studied it once more, before placing it back in the bear. I put it back in the box, the box I wanted so dearly but never should have looked through to begin with. Mom was right, it held too many negative things.

I received another message from the unknown sender, but this time the person seemed to know something, something he shouldn't. I sat there not knowing how to put the puzzle pieces together. Finally the last obvious piece finished the puzzle...Mr. R, the major boss. "Mr.R is Robert." My voice came out slow and quiet. I sped down the stairs faster then I knew my feet could possibly move. "Mom!" My voice echoed through the house that belonged to a man we all quit trusted, but also the one that wants me dead and Sarah suffering. "Where does Robert work?" She looked scared of me, but I probably looked scary, the way my fists clenched and my jaw locked tight. "Harry, calm down. What are you doing?" She placed her hands on my heaving chest. "He isn't who you think he is mom," I wasn't able to finish. "Harry," she chuckled. "We are getting married, I know its hard for you but please don't..." "He wants to kill me mom, I finally put everything together. He's the one who turned me into this, shit now I know why he has all this money." I contained my sarcastic laugh as my blood began to boil at the man who made my mother believe he was everything she wished to have. "Harold, baby you're starting to sound crazy." Her eyes turned to worry. "Mom, I'm not crazy. Please trust me. He's not who he says he is, he wants to hurt..." my mind wondered else where as I ran towards the flight of stairs. "Sarah!" I yelled for her. Nothing. "Babe!" I ran up the stairs. I walked to our room and looked at the dresser, the car keys were gone. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh my God." This is no need for an asthma attack, I tried to calm my over working lungs as my chest tightened with fear. "Har..." mom appeared in the doorway. "Stay here. Lock yourself in this room. Don't move and don't open it for anyone but me." I pushed her in the room and waited for the lock to click. I found her car keys and ran to her parked car, not having any clue where to find her.

Sarah's P.O.V
Just as I finished loaded the dryer with our damp clothes, my phone began to ring. It was a private number but I answers for anyways. "Hey, Sarah." The voice greeted kindly. "Who is this?" I tapped my fingers against the cold, silver washing machine. "It's Rob." He chuckled. "Oh my Gosh, I'm so sorry I didn't recognize your voice." I chuckled back, slightly embarrassed. "Don't worry about it. Hey, I was wondering if you'd want to help me with something? I was gonna make my way to Anne's old place, I was gonna surprise her with some of her old photo albums and stuff, she was talking about it all night after what you did for Harry." "Sure, do you want me to meet you there?" I smiled, picturing how happy Anne is going to be. "Yes, that would be wonderful. But one more thing, could you come alone? I wanted to surprise Harry too." "My lips are sealed, I'll be there soon."

I didn't see his car, he probably wasn't here yet. I was waiting in the car but I decided to go inside with my flashlight since being alone in this neighborhood gave me the creeps. I wandered around the living room, wiping the dust off the glass of a couple photos that hung on the walls. I heard something drop behind me, causing me to jump and turn around. "Hello? Rob is that you?" There was nothing there. I took a 360 look around me and noticed a wet trail on the couch. "What the..." I touched the wet fabric and rubbed it between my two fingers. I brought it up to my nose to smell it, it was pure gasoline. I didn't understand how the strong odor wasn't noticeably smelt without close contact. I took a closer look around the room, it wasn't only on the couch. I was about to walk towards the door but before I could, he stepped into view. "Well, well, well...you actually came." He grinned, crossing his arms. "Rob, I'd like to leave." I swallowed, unable to figure out what is happening. I went to walk past him but he flicked open a small, silver lighter. "Ah, ah, ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you." "I told Harry I was coming here, he's going to come looking for me." I lied, trying to contain my tears. "Bullshit. You think I'd believe that he let you come here unattended? I don't think so, darling." He devilishly licked his lips. "You see, you know too much about Harry and my little side business. You always have, and you're a threat to me for that reason." He pretended to frown as he apologized to me. "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do, but you should understand it's what needs to be done." He backed away, disposing of the lighter at my feet. I backed away as the room instantly filled with heat and flames. I was trapped, the trail of gas, blocking me in completely. The tears began to fall as I thought to myself that I'm about to burn to death. What a great, painful way to go. My phone was somewhere outside of the fire as I moved closer and closer to the corner of the room, not knowing what to do. I can't run through it, I don't think I'm capable of that. I'm going to die. I cried to myself, my sobs making me gasp for air, the smoke not helping. I started coughing and I felt dizzy, I stood up and with all my force I ran through the flames. I made it through it, but once I got to the other side I collapsed. My lungs couldn't find oxygen and my throat felt swollen. I laid there trying to pull myself to the back door but it was too much. The smoke blocked my vision and my eyelids felt heavy. My arm couldn't support me anymore causing it to give out, I coughed once more before my face came into contact with the dirty floor and my eyes forced themselves closed.

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