Malignant [h.s]

Seven

Well I burnt breakfast.

I tried to make pancakes because I really wanted pancakes, but I turned my head for five seconds and they caught on fire. Luckily the flame was small so I could get rid of it without Harry knowing.

I decided to make toast instead. It still came out burnt but I made a good effort.  He better fricken eat every bit of this toast because I almost burnt this place down from trying to make him something to eat.

I put buttered toast on two plates for Harry and I. I can't believe I'm making this jerk breakfast...But I don't think I really have a choice.

I bring the one plate out of the kitchen and into the empty living room. He isn't in here so where would he be? Is he in his office? I was told I can't go in here so what do I do now? Should I just knock?

I walk up the stairs and towards the door that is considered his office. I hesitantly knock on the big black door and wait for it to be opened. With a few seconds of standing their, I don't hear any movement at the other end of the door.

I knock again and say his name, maybe he didn't hear me.

Still nothing. What was he doing in there?

Against my better judgement I slowly turn the cold handle to the door. Slowly cracking it open. As the door shows a crack into the room a loud booming voice drowns my thoughts making me shut the door tight.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Harry screams while standing in front of the bathroom door.

My body freezes and my heart starts to race in fear as he standing their with rock hard features that display his anger.

"I-I called your n-name and you weren't answering, so I-I was going to bring this to you..." I stutter like an idiot from fear.

"I told you that you are never aloud to go into my office Amelia! When I tell you these things, you listen!" He yells with his deep intimidating voice while stepping closer to me.

"Harry I'm sorry!" I feel my eyes start to get watery again as he steps closer to me.

He knocks the plate out of my hand so it shatters against the wall. I gasp at the sudden sound as it makes a small but noticeable dent in the drywall.

He grabs my neck and pins me against the opposite wall. My head slams against it like so many times from before. He keeps his big hand clenched around my neck while I feel a tightened change in my windpipe.

"Amelia you've been in my hands for one day and you are already breaking rules. I will not stand for it!" He shouts through his clenched teeth.

"O-okay." Is all I can find through my head to say. With that he lets go and I slide down on the floor leaving my knees to my chest and allowing tears stream down my face; gasping for air. I rub my neck from the tight grip he had, knowing it's going to leave a mark.

I timidly look up and him walking away and disappearing into his room. My messy hair hangs in my face and starts to stick to my cheeks from the tears. I shut my eyes and brush the hair from my face while still shaking intensely.

I can't believe I opened his door to the office. Seeing the adrenaline pump through his veins the minute we made eye contact was horrifying. I take deep breaths in and out and hope that he has cooled off a bit.

I hear the crushing and rustling of broken glass, making me shoot my eyes open.

Before my eyes I see Harry kneeling a few steps in front of me, sweeping a bunch of glass into a dustpan. I stand frozen to the image I'm seeing.

He quietly sweeps up the glass and the remains of the toast off the dark hardwood floor. I can't move a single limb in my body because I'm still very shook up, all I do is stare.

Harry very delicately sweeps up the remains of the shards and stands tall to his feet. He stands high in his grey track pants, still missing a shirt. I focus my eyes on the long silver chain that I never realized before. It's a long chain that has a silver circle with an 'M' engraved to it, guessing that means Malignant.

He looks down at me with the broom and dustpan in his grips, he quickly looks away from me and exits the hallway without letting a single word leave his lips.

Why did he clean up the mess? I was almost sure he was just going to tell me to do it. I find the strength and calmness to finally stand to my feet.

I tuck my hair behind my ear and quietly walk down the cleaned up hallway and down the stairs into the living room.

Around the corner comes Harry. He brushes by me silently without making eye contact. I look at him dumbfounded as he passes me without sharing a word. What am I suppose to do now? He goes from screaming at me and grabbing my neck to blindly ignoring me like nothing happened.

"I have a few thing to show you. So get ready cause we leave in ten minutes." He beckons from the stairs. I slowly nod and run to the bathroom so I can wash my face and brush my teeth. Their is a toothbrush in a unopened plastic packaging on the sink counter so I'm guessing that is for me. I didn't get a chance to eat but I've honestly lost my appetite. I brush my teeth and was my face before gazing at my refection in the mirror.

I look... different. I look tired, even though I had a fourteen hour sleep. I looked different in a way I can't describe. Yesterday morning I was at home in my own bathroom. I remember applying fine mascara to my lashes an a thin layer of lip gloss; I just had a youthful glow to me. But now, I look wounded and exhausted. The red prints on my neck can faintly be seen to the human eye, but is only noticeable if you really look.

I brush all the thoughts out of my head and walk out of the bathroom before he gets mad at the time I'm taking. Harry gets to the front door with a semi full garbage bag in his hands. Whats in there?

I silently get my shoes on and Harry opens the door. We walk out of it, into the hallway to the elevator in the middle. A key pad sits on the wall next to the elevator.

He covers the keypad and enters the code before the platinum doors open and we step inside.

The doors close and the elevator jolts down. Harry leans his back against the opposite wall and tucks his hands behind his back. He wears a black shirt and black jeans, surprisingly no leather jacket.

"W-where are we going?" I timidly ask out of fear.

He takes a long pause before parting his lips, "A few different places, but first you need a 'tattoo'" He plays with the lip ring.

My eyes widen and my stomach turns like so many times before. A tattoo?!

"A tattoo?" I say in panic. I have never had a tattoo before and what I know of they hurt.

"Yes. That's what I said," He rolls his eyes.

"W-why?" I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Because, it's a way to know your boundaries." He mumbles.

"What do you mean? I don't want a tattoo!" I say in confusion.

"That's too bad Amelia." He fluffs it off.

"Please tell me why I need a tattoo!" I start to panic.

He huffs and flips the hair out of his face, "You know those key pads that are used for the elevators?" He asks, making me nod.

"Well they also have a barcode scan at the bottom. Certain barcodes grant you to go on certain areas." He explains.

"Okay and what's your point?" I ask, still confused.

"You need a barcode darling," He pulls a devilish smirk.