Forgive Me (Color Me book 3 H.S) EDITING

CHAPTER 51

CARLI

Karl and I walked up to the house, Gemma hot on our heels. I grabbed my jacket and slid it off, handing it to Gemma. Gemma sent me a small smile and slipped it on. I walked into the house and looked at Karl, stopping once I heard glass shatter in the kitchen. Karl slit hit eyes and took out his gun, aiming it up. We slowly walked into the kitchen and stopped once we saw who it was.

"Margeret." I mumbled as she felt around for her phone. Her head snapped in my direction as she clasped her phone into her hand. She quickly looked down at it and tried typing a number in. I walked to her and kicked her hand, making the phone fly and hit the wall. Loudly shattering, Margeret looked up at me as she held her hand.

"W-What-"

"Where is he." I demanded. Margeret's eyes filled up with tears as she sobbed out.

"Ron has him. I never meant for this to happen.."

"What do you mean? It seems pretty clear to me that you wanted to ruin me." I said. Margeret looked up with me, her eyes wide as she opened her mouth slightly.

"No! Sophia came to Harry's father and asked for help. Ron.. He.. He blackmailed me into helping him. He said that if I didn't he would ruin me and take away everything I ever loved. I never wanted Sophia to be here. She's a monster and I have no idea to stop her."

"I don't believe you.. I'm sorry." I wish I could trust her, but I just cant. I nodded at Karl and he walked over to her, pulling her up. "Where is Harry?"

Margeret said nothing.

"Please Margeret.." I begged. "If you didn't want this to happen.. Help me out. Tell me."

Margeret sighed and closed her eyes briefly."The lake house."

"Thank you." I turned to Karl. "You know what to do."

Karl nodded and began to walk Margeret out. "Oh." Margeret said, making Karl stop. Margeret looked back at me and sent me a small smile. "Say something about how he was a dead beat dad to Harry. That always makes him hesitate."

I nodded and said nothing as Karl handed Margeret off. I saw a bulky man carry Sophia to a car, throwing her in the back. I tried not to giggle at his carelessness and walked to Karl's car. "Ready for this?" I asked him.

HARRY STYLES

"Get off me!" I screamed, thrashing against someone. A kick to the groin made me double over in pain, my hand cupping the sensitive area. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut, my head throbbing from the blow I received earlier. Everything was black, since there was something covering my head. I was forced to kneel, something that made my ego break.

"My son." I heard my dad say. I froze and tried to take off the bag but was stopped when a pair of rough hands yanked me back. I growled as the bag lifted off my head, my eyes adjusting to the night. I blinked several times and looked at my dad who was standing in front of me a little ways. His body was dressed in a suit, his eyes gleaming with hatred. "You're such a disgrace to me, Harry." He walked a little ways and gripped my jaw tightly in his hand. I stared up at him, wondering how things could be so twisted. Here I thought Carli had a messed up dad, but I also had one.

"Don't touch me." I hissed, spitting in his face. Ron stood there, his frown deepening as he wiped off my spit.

"Lucas.. Did my son just spit on me?" Ron spoke slowly. I could tell he was angry, even more now.

"Yes, sir. He did." The young voice said. No really, Sherlock.

"He did." Ron looked at me and hit me hard. I clenched my jaw as he did it a second time, this time harder. I spit blood into the grass.

"Remember what happened here, Harry?"

I said nothing.

"Speak!!" Ron screamed. I took a deep breath and looked at Ron.

"Well.. Could be where you shagged my ex-girlfriend." I smirked. "Or went behind your own son's back for a whore who didn't really care about you."

"She isn't a whore!" Ron said.

"Kind of is." I mumbled. I stumbled as Ron forced me closer to the dark water. I tried to get away as he shoved my head under the rigid cold water. I kept my breath in and opened my eyes under the water, flinging around. I wanted Ron to think I couldn't handle this-- but in reality I could. I had several lessons on how to stay alive and I wasn't afraid to show Ron what I was made of. Ron snapped my head up and I gasped for air. I coughed as my hair stuck to my face, my dad towering over me.

"Watch your mouth, son." Ron spoke coldly.

"I may be your blood, but I never was your son." I growled. I broke free from the man and punched my dad hard in the gut. Ron toppled over as he screeched, my attention going to the man who was trying to tackle me down. I put my fists up and dodged one of his punches. I swung my own hand around, smirking as it came in contact with the side of the mans head. Lucas fell to the ground as I grabbed a rock. I slammed it against his head again and again, my strength gaining in every swing. Once I knew Lucas was dead, I turned to my dad. He stared at me, his eyes wide with surprise.

"You ruined my life, you know that? After her 'death' I was depressed and was in a deep dark hole. But you showed nothing, because you knew what actually happened. "

"You don't understand, Harry."

"What don't I understand? You screwed her, fake killed her and set her up with a perfect new life while your own son was miserable!"

"You beat her!" Ron cut off. "She wasn't happy and when she came in to get my help, I gave it to her. No man beats a woman."

"I didn't hit her!!" I yelled.

"Harry, I win. You lose."

"No.." I started. "You have everything screwed up."

And that's when he charged at me.

Crap.