Chapter 114.

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HARRY STYLES

I walked down the dark street, hood propped over my face. I ran my hand over the lump in my waistband, making sure the was still tucked safely into my jeans. Near sprinting, I moved down the street and into and alleyway that I knew all too well. Very carefully, I moved swiftly further into the alley, seeing a shadow of a person in the far corner of the darkness. I came to a halt as the figure began speaking.

"Long time no see Styles" the voice spoke making me bit my lip in anger.

"There's no time to fück around, give me the papers" I commanded making his voice laugh.

"Why are you in such a rush? Why can't we just talk?" he asked.

"Because every time I talk to you, it always ends up in a knife fight and I don't have time to be dealing with an open wound" I said.

"You sure about that?" he asked tantalizingly making me scowl.

His body stepped out the dark shadow and his face came into the light casted by the moon. The scar on his lip indicated that he had been in a fight recently and his deceiving smirk rested on his lips. Seth Casper stood there, nearly the same exact height as me and arms crossed over his chest. If he wasn't Arabella's brother, I would have killed him that day at my house, but she would never ever forgive me for that.

"When are you going to learn to just stay the fück out my of business. We wouldn't be in this predicament if you had just left me alone all those years ago" I said.

"Oh, but that would be too easy now" he said.

"Of course it would" I said "What do you want?" I asked.

"It's nothing that I per say want.." he said, raising his eyebrow.

"Then what is it?" I asked.

"Just an explanation" he said, making me quint my eyes.

"An explanation for what?" I asked.

"An explanation as to why you brainwashed my sister. An explanation as to why you told her that you love her so much yet you never told her that you killed our father. An explanation as to why you're trying to win her back when you know damn well it's just to hurt her again" he sneered making me tighten my knuckles.

"I didn't brainwash her, nor kill your father" I said through gritted teeth.

"Well who else planted that bomb" he said.

"You set me up, you did this to yourself. You killed you're father not me" I said.

I didn't bomb Ferocious's club, you did" he said.

"Because of what you said! You told me he was dead!"

"And you reacted" he said calmly.

"It's you're fault" I said.

"Maybe, but at least I didn't brainwash Arabella" he said.

"You sure about that?" I asked.

"You think I brainwashed her?" he asked.

"When she first came to my house, I don't even think she knew how to even survive in the outside world. She was so used to being locked up in her tiny house that once she got into the real world she was clueless. That's brainwashing. Teaching someone that everyone in the world is inherently evil is brainwashing" I said.

"So you would classify yourself as good?" he asked.

"I never said anything about myself, we're talking about Arabella right now" I said.

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