Dark side of light

8.Story of my life

I was currently back in Harry's bedroom, because he refused to leave me alone again. I was laying on his soft bed, breathing in all the scents. It was a combination of cologne, coffee and something fruity...like oranges. It all created a very delicate and nice smell.

"Do you want to tell me about your dream?" Harry asked me, appearing in the door way. He came back from the kitchen, holding two mugs of steaming tea. Did I want to tell him? Did I really? "Ella?" Harry asked again. He handed me my mug and sat next to me, resting his back against the bed frame.

"It was just..." I started, not really sure what I wanted to say. "It-I was running from someone. Like the night we have met. And you were the one chasing me again, but..." I stopped to look at his face. He was listening patiently, looking deep into my eyes. This stare was so intense I almost though he was reading out my thoughts.

"But? Tell me please" he said touching my hand softly. Never breaking eye contact.

"But you were what I was afraid that night you would be. You used me as a punch bag. Throwing kick after kick. When you smashed me against the wall I felt this pain in my hand. That's when I must've fallen out of bed. I was so scared...and than you said that maybe it would be better if you just killed me and I..."

"Stop." He said harshly." I don't want to hear anymore. I've had enough". He shut his eyes tightly, lowering his head.

"I-you don't really know me, but I would never do this to you. I would never do anything to make you suffer. No matter psychologically or physically." He said and opened his eyes again. I was a little taken aback by his words. It was a serious promise, or statement rather. He acted as if we've known each other for as long as we can remember, which in reality was less than three days.

"Thank you Harry. For being a good person" I simply said and leaned in to give him a soft kiss on a cheek. He remained still when my lips touched his skin. I quickly pulled back, not waiting for his reaction. I lost contact with him when I took a long sip of hot tea.

"Thank you being so understanding. You are the first person in a very long time who has tried to do that." He said taking a sip as well. There was something I wanted to ask him about ever since he left me in this other room. The one designed by his sister.

"Tell me about her" I simply said.

"I beg your pardon? He asked surprised.

"Your sister. Tell me what happened" I added. Anger, sadness and regret. Those were the emotions that showed on his face in that moment.

"I've never told anyone this story" he said, rubbing his palms onto his face. I did the first thing that came to my mind every time someone was sharing a secret or a promise with me, which now was exactly what Harry was doing. Even tho he didn't say that what he asked for, was me keeping his story to myself at all costs. I extended my pinky waiting for him to do the same.

Harry looked at me, than back at my hand and than back at me. "It's extremely valuable to me. Please don't give it away" he pleased with his eyes. They held nothing but sadness, and vulnerability.

"Extending this finger to make a promise was the last thing my father did, before he died. It's the most serious thing in the world for me. Whatever you're about to say..." I stopped to put my hand on my heart." Will stay here. I'll never say a word". I held my finger, awaiting for his move and he did. After a moment he wrapped his pinky around mine, looking at me with a sad smile.

"It happened two years ago." He began, letting go of me and settling his mug on the night stand." She was just about to finish her studies. She was in her final year. I was so happy for her. But one day, she came home crying. I've tried to ask her what happened, but she refused to say a word. And it was the same every time she came home. All crying and immediately hiding in her room. I felt so helpless. I couldn't do anything. I was just watching the most important person in my life crumble to pieces and I didn't even know the cause. One night I got a call. It was from a guy named Gabriel. My biggest enemy. He called to say that if I want to see my sister alive he wants me to kill someone. " he looked at me unsure. My eyes widened and I shifted a little in my spot" I never did it Ella" he quickly added, putting his hands up in surrender "how could I? He wanted me to kill a little girl. A daughter of some company owner. She was just five!" He said, exhaling loudly. " so I told him I did it and he told me where to go, to take my sister back home. It was some abandoned factory here in London. I came as soon as I could. And there she was. All bloody and chained to a chair. I couldn't stand it. " he said. A single tear rolling down his cheek. I didn't want to interrupt his story, so I remained still. I was already frightened by his tale, but I needed to know the rest. He sniffled and than continued. "When I unchained her, Gabriel showed up. He was pointing a gun at us. I was torn. I wanted to rip his insides, but I was holding my sister, who was becoming weaker and weaker with every second. He didn't trust me I killed that girl. He wanted a proof. I couldn't give it to him, because I didn't have it. I let go of my sister to nock Gabriel down, but before I got to him, he fired his gun. I heard the shot, and closed my eyes, but I never felt the pain." He grabbed one of the pillows and threw it across the room "Because it was deep inside my sisters chest" he was so angry right now. I could see. His veins were pulsing under his skin, and his knuckles turned white. "He fucking shot her! Not me!" He screamed, slamming his hand into the headboard, causing it to be left with a massive hand-like shaped hole. I was sitting next to him, trying to absorb given information. It was just so much to take in. It was an awful story. So cruel, so sad, so damaging. I wondered if Harry was aggressive before this had happened. "Well say something" he said, removing his hand from the wooden bed frame, and rubbing it with his other.

" what was her name?" I asked, because I really didn't know what else to say.

"Gemma. Her name was Gemma" he answered flatly.