serial killer / hs

Chapter 14

Previous chapter ending ;

"You regret it, don't you?" He asks, disappointing running through his voice; surprising me.

"No," I assure him, lying through my teeth. Of course I regret it. I regret putting myself in a position where you make me question my feels for you. You're psychotic. I slept with my abductor; a serial killer. A monster. Of course I would regret that. But if this is my way out home, I don't care.

"Good," Harry says, a smirk running across his lips.

"Ahuh," I mumble, forcing a smile. "You really do think I'm stupid, don't you?" He asks, laughing.

"What?" My heart stops.

"I know you're little plan. Thanks for the fuck, by the way." He smirks, getting out of bed, not bothering to change or cover his naked body, and walks out of the hotel bedroom. Oh my god, he knew all along and still went along with it.

Harry's point of view ;

My mind is a mess. A huge fucking mess. I don't know what the fuck to do with Tess. Do I kill her? I really have no idea what I'm supposed to do. If I let her go, she'd tell someone. Maybe not in the beginning, but she will eventually.

That's the last thing I need right now. I know she wants to leave badly; doing and trying anything that she can.

Which, so far, nothing seemed to work. Although, I have to say I enjoyed her acting as if she wanted me when we were fucking.

I'm not stupid enough to think someone would actually want me; or even like me. I chug down my beer, laughing at myself. What am I going to do with her? She's a real pain in the are.

I sigh, drinking more and more of my beer until it's empty and grab another bottle from the mini fridge.

It's been quiet ever since I told her I knew her plan and why she slept with me. I toss my beer bottle on the floor, not caring about the mess and about the loud noise it made as it cracked on the hardwood floor. Fuck, I can't think straight.

"Tess," I drunkly walk into the bedroom, where I found her whimpering and crying on the bed.

"Stop crying," I roll my eyes, sitting next to her, only for her to back away.

"Are you drunk?" She sniffs, her brown eyes observing my red ones.

"Does it fucking matter?" I ask, becoming more irritated by the second.

"Harry?" She asks, her voice softening and curiosity but also fear clouds her eyes.

"What?" I ask harshly.

"Are you going to kill me?" She asks and I think about that for a second.

"I don't know-" I take a deep breath, sighing stressfully.

"How don't you know?" She squints her eyes angrily.

"I don't know what to do with you, Tess, I really don't know. I don't know whether to let you in, or to kill you, because at the end, you're going to cause me pain anyway."