Tortured (complete)

Chapter 28 1/2

Chapter 28

Jaycie's pov:

"Harry can you make me a cup of tea?" I ask.

"Of course, love," he says kissing me head and walking off to the kitchen. I look over at the clock. It's 7:15. I have to leave now. I already know what I'm going to say. It's going to be so hard. I don't know if I can go through with it, but I have to. I don't want anybody to get hurt because of me. This last 3 hours with Harry were full of laughing, kissing, sharing secrets and stories. I don't know how I am going to leave this boy, but if he's safe, that's what matters to me.

Harry comes back into the room and places the tea in my hands.

"There you go, love. Your favorite," he smiles. I look up and try to make my expression as blank and cold as possible.

"Harry, I've been thinking," I say.

"Yes. Is everything alright?" He says.

I take a deep breath and look at his worried expression. I can't. I can't. I can't. But I have to.

"If it weren't for you... I wouldn't be in this mess," I say. He looks down at the ground with a guilty look on his face.

"It's all your fault. I could be at home right now. With my friends and family, I would be safe. I would be happy. My family would be okay. Kathryn would be okay. Everything would be fine if I hadn't me you!" I shout trying to sound as believable as possible. He looks up at me with tears in his eyes. I can't do this. I love him with every bone in my body and I'm breaking him again. He'll probably hate me. I can't lose him. Why do I have to do this. I don't blame Harry at all. It might have happened anyway. I'm not sure. Either way, I am so glad I met him and I would never take it back.

"I wish I had never met you," I say," I don't love you." That's the biggest lie I have ever told in my entire life. I can't handle this. Harry looks at me with so much pain in his eyes and I have to fight back the urge to just hold him, kiss him, and tell him it's not true. But I have to do this. For him.

I stand up and walk towards the door while Harry sits on the ground crying. I need to leave now. If I stay one more second I won't be able to go. I turn the door knob and the door barely opens before a big hand slams it shut again. I jump and Harry turns me around, pinning me to the door. His eyes are a mixture of hurt and anger.

"Tell me you don't love me," he growls," look me in the eyes and say it."

I try to form the words but they won't come out. I look to the floor and I start to cry. I feel like my heart is crumbling. I can't look him in the eyes and tell him that.

"Look at me," he demands through gritted teeth.

I look up but I look at his chin.

"I already did," I say. I know I didn't but I can't handle it.

He takes a step back and his eyes grow darker than I have ever seen them.

"Fine," Harry says," but I don't care if you don't love me. I love you. And you're not leaving. I am going to protect you. No matter what."

"No! I'm leaving," I say quickly. "I don't want to be with you anymore. You're just a freak who... I don't care about."

He looks to the floor and starts to silently cry. Why does it have to be this way?

AUTHER: SORRY IT'S SHORT BUT I HAD TO RIGHT IT REALLY FAST! HOPE YOU LIKE IT! VOTE AND COMMENT PLEASE! :) XX