My blood

Chapter 14

The next morning arrived sooner than expected.

And with it came unexpected events. Events; the sort that if possible should be erased from memory. But they couldn't. I guess it's the only way I still held onto Harry over the years; through the nightmares.

5 years ago (the time the story is usually set)

A loud bang woke Harry and I up the next morning. A deafening bang, then silence.

I clung onto Harry and he clung onto me for fear we would be separated. It was irrational; how could we be split up?

Only, we were.

Within seconds they had surrounded us. All dressed in black and had an aura about them that spoke clearly as: don't mess with us unless you want to get hurt.

My mind was reeling and my heart was about to beat its way out of my chest. What was going on?

But if course. And I was so stupid as to not tell Harry. It was the murderers; the murderers who killed my step parents and were now here for me.

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and I almost passed out. What had I done? I had put Harry in so much danger! I he gets hurt, I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

I was left in a daze until the tallest man spoke up.

"you know why we're here. We warned you and you ignored it-"

"No we weren't!" spat Harry, cutting him off. "What is going on?! He demanded, still clinging onto me. "Who are you?!"

"Why don't you tell your precious boyfriend Lucy?" the tallest man smirked maliciously.

I took a deep breath of air and turned to face Harry.

"I-I may not have told you everything about my stepmother's disappearance." I sighed, not able to look him in the eye.

"My stepmother is not simply missing; she's not coming back, not ever. She was murdered, by them; for reasons I don't even know. They left a note for me the day you came over. They warned me that if I didn't leave for Ireland, they would hurt me. I didn't know what to do, so I turned to the only person I could turn to; you."

"But what-?" Harry began but I cut him off.

"I didn't tell you for your safety. I thought if you didn't know, you'd be safe. I couldn't go back to Ireland- I couldn't leave you."

I looked up into Harry's eyes, disappointment; in the form of tears, swimming around.

"I'm sorry" I croaked trying my very best not to cry

Harry'a head hung low, while he furiously blinked and wiped away the tears.

Eventually he looked up. The sadness now clouding his eyes was unforgivable to me, it was my fault.

"It's not your fault" he barely whispered

"It's just this means I will never be able to say goodbye to my sister, or my mother" he sighed.

"I'm so sorry" I croaked and let out a muffled sob.

Harry was about to wrap his arms around me, when I was grabbed by the collar and yanked backwards, where I hit the ground hard.

"Lucy!!" Harry shouted, sounding distraught.

I began to raise myself off the ground when a pair of Doc Martins slammed down on my fingers. I yelped in pain, and scrunched my face up, trying to banish the pain.

I looked up to see Harry being held back on the couch by two men, his lashes wet with tears and his eyes, and mouth open wide with disbelief, like this wasn't happening. Like it was a dream. But it was happening all right. And it hurt like a motherfucker.