Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

31. She's Holding Back

~Harry's P.O.V

It was Deadra.

Out of all people, it had to be her. Everyone in my family trusted her with everything we had.

She grew up with me and my sister. She was four years older than me and only a year older than Gemma. At times my mum would even let her babysit us when she had something to do outside of the house. I even told Aeron that she was a great canidate and we even let her babysit Anna sometimes.

None of us really thought that she was really a cold hearted killer, but I guess people change. Not always in the best ways, but Deardra took it to a whole different level. We all loved her like a sister and at some points anticipated seeing her and our mum telling us that she was our babysitter. She was fun and spunky. Always full of energy when she came to see us. It could be a completely random day when she dropped by to say hi or spend a few hours with Gem and I.

Gemma.

She was here with my mum and Neiland to help with the kids. Did Deardra kill her and Neiland, as well? Maybe even the other two children. She took Annabelle because I heard her scream for Deardra to let her go, but I didn't hear the other two. Prior to hearing Anna, Deardra screamed for them to be quiet, so maybe they were still alive.

I ran inside of the house and into the living room.

There was glass covering the wooden floor and black suede sofa I had purchased for my mother along with a chair as a present when they moved into this place. The entertainment center was pushed against the far wall that blocked out a window my mum didn't really like. You could tell by the black curtain hanging up behind it to keep our lives private.

As I trudged through the area, I felt tears spilling down my cheeks, expecting to see my mother emerging from the kitchen with a big grin on her beautiful face and to engulf me in one of her warm hugs. The protective arms wrapped tightly around me and two lips, temporarily accompanied by either red lipstick or pink gloss, pressed to my forehead or cheek. Her sweet perfume invading my nose, pleasently sending the love from her heart into me, somehow.

My feet took me to the hallway where the rooms started and there was blood that splattered both of the walls, but there was no one in sight that caused it. I put my fingers on the red and walked, smearing it further down the hallway. As I turned into the first room, I slumped my shoulders and screamed at the sight of the bed.

There, lifeless and drapping over the edge of the bed was Gemma. Her hair was dyed with the blood streaming down the back of her head. Her tathered nightgown told me that she had put up somewhat of a fight with Deardra and she lost, loosing the one thing you can't get back.

I went further inside and knelt beside her body, gently pulling her down and hesitantly pushed her hair from her face. It was pale and drained of all emotions. All color gone as well. One of her hands fell limp in mine while the other fell stretched to the rug now calling her blood an unwanted house guest. She was also still warm, but I knew it was too late to save her. There was nothing I could do to bring her back to me. Not a thing that could give her her breath back.

I heard a few light footsteps and looked up to see Elizabeth standing at the door. Her hands flew to her mouth and there was a glimmer in her eyes that showed sadness and pity.

"Harry, I'm so sorry." She says.

My throat had closed up and I knew any effort to tell her it wasn't her fault would be taken over by an uncomprehensible squeak, so I settled for a shake of the head. She'd known that there was a lot more to it than a subtle speech of it not being her fault.

"W- , Niall and Zayn. They found Neiland. Me, Liam, Louis, and El found your mom."

My head shot back up and I felt a pang of guilt hit my gut like a ton of bricks. Crushing my heart into small pieces.