Butterflies - H.S.

15

Annabelle's POV

I glared at Harry. This all felt like a nightmare. Was I dreaming?
No. This was reality, and it was terrifying. The sense of panic was paralyzing.
"Go! Hide in the closet!" Harry whisper-yelled.
I immediately got up and sat in the closet, closing the door behind me and locking it.
I could hear Harry's footsteps  walking towards the door and then the doorknob twisting open.
"Good morning officer, can I help you?" Harry said in a calm, collected voice.
"I was wondering if you had any information about the Annabelle Taylor case. Her family said that you were her tutor at one time, correct?"
I could hear barely hear the conversation through the door.
"Yes, that's correct. But it was only for 4 weeks or so." Harry responded.
"Do you have any information about where she might be?"
"No, officer."
"Excuse my suspicion, but can I have a look around the room?" Asked the officer.
"O-of course." I could hear the tension in Harry's voice.
My heart starting pounding. I gave everything in me to stay as still as possible, because the slightest noise could give us away.
I heard the officers footsteps walk near the closet. He jiggled the doorknob.
"What's in here?" Asked the policeman.
"I don't know. It was locked when I got here." Harry replied. How was he staying so calm?
To my relief the officer walked away.
"Okay, you're all clear. Have a nice day." And with that, the police officer was gone.
Harry opened the door to the closet and I stood up.
He lifted me up so that our faces were aligned.
"I'm so sorry." He said, I could see his eyes were watering.
"No," I said, wiping one of his tears away with my thumb. "Harry, it's okay."
I kissed him on the cheek.
"Annabelle, my biggest fear is losing you."
"You won't. I promise." I whispered, stroking the side of his face.