My Mysterious Co-Worker || Harry Styles

Ch30: Blood

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Chapter 30: Blood

 

"He tore me apart." She growls at me.

I squint my eyes and furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

What does she mean by that?

"What do you mean?" I quietly ask with confusion in my voice. Avery starts laughing hysterically.

"What don't you understand?" She sarcastically asks. "I said he tore me apart, what's so confusion about that?" She looks at me like I am a pathetic fool.

"I don't understand how Harry tore you apart." I ignore her rudeness and attitude.

"It's a long story. Why would you want to know anyways? It's none of your business!" She rolls her eyes at me.

Of course this is my freaking business!! You kidnapped me because of it for fuck sakes!

I stay silent not knowing what to say. Of course I am not going to say what I just thought. It will tick her off and that's one of the last things I want right now.

How can I make her calm down though? How can I keep her talking so she won't think of hurting me?

Avery paces around the empty room in the basement with the pocket knife in her hand. Zayn turns around to face me and examines my injuries.

"I'm so sorry." He looks down in shame. "I promised that I will protect you and I failed." He whispers.

"Hey, hey. It's alright, Zayn. I'm alright." I whisper back.

Even though I am definitely NOT feeling okay, I don't want Zayn to feel bad, because I know he is a really nice person and he wants me safe.

"No, look at you." He looks over my face again. "You have to go to the hospital." Zayn starts trying to untie the rope around my left wrist and I quickly look at Avery to see her mumbling things to herself while pacing.

I have to distract her.

"Does it have to do with Makayla?" I quietly ask and regretting it the second it leaves my mouth.

Crap! She's going to freak at me! I am such a freaking idiot! I could have asked her something else!

I nervously look up at Avery and I see her giving me a death glare. I nervously gulp and she takes a few steps towards me.

"How do you know who she is?" Avery growls at me.

I take a deep breath to cam me down a bit. Zayn senses my nervousness and puts his hand comfortingly on mine. I feel his thumb rub small, gentile circles on the back of my hand.

"Harry talks about her." I look down at me legs to avoid her eyes.

"He has no right talking about her, that fucking twat!" I look back at Avery and see her left hand is clenched really tightly.

"From what he told me, he really loved her and still does." My heart hurts in the inside because flashbacks of the day he told me the truth is replaying inside of my head - when he was so vulnerable - along with the thought that Harry will never love me.