Deadly Rose

Chapter 3: Harry

It was past midnight and the air still felt thick. Louis wasn’t happy with the fact that Angelina almost killed him. Zayn had to figure out ways to make Louis remain calm and not leave again, Liam was concerned for Angelina, and I was grieving for my love’s death.

Can things get any better than this?

I was lying down on the couch, but froze when I saw Jazlyn sitting down in front of me. I quickly sat up and looked at her. She was smiling at me with her eyes glowing.

You were right, she looked around the castle. It’s a beautiful place.

I groaned, “I love you, Baby, but why are you haunting me?”

She laughed as she lied down with me and wrapped her arms around me. You know you love it, Harry. Don’t act like you don’t.

“I do love it,” I kissed her on the cheek. “It’s like a part of you is alive with me.”

“Who are you talking to?” Angelina asked me.

I looked over at my shoulder, but Jazlyn wasn’t there. “I was talking to Jazlyn.”

Angelina’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“I think she is haunting me, Angelina. I saw her at the greenhouse and just now, she was cuddling with me on the couch.”

“Great,” she said with sarcasm. “Well, can you tell Ghost Jazlyn to get out of my house? I already dealt with Hunter Jazlyn. I’m not in the mood for Ghost Jazlyn.”

My jaw dropped as Angelina walked up the stairs to her room. I wasn’t sure what that was all about but I didn’t like it at all. Yes, Jazlyn messed up, but Angelina doesn’t have the right to treat her poorly when she’s gone. Feeling the need to check up on Angelina and probably give her a good mouthful of her behavior downstairs, I walked up to her floor. Her door was slightly open so I was going to push it more, but froze. I noticed how Angelina was sitting down at the vanity, brushing her hair. The thing that I found strange was that she seemed far away. Her eyes were blank and the way she brushed her hair looked like she wasn’t paying much attention to it.

I watched as she slowly lowered down the brush and stared at her shaky hands. Out of nowhere, she slammed her fists against the vanity table and slapped all the items on the table off. She cried out and looked at herself in the mirror. She sunk down on the floor and began to cry.

A part of me that wanted to come in and give her a hug, but I think if she knew that I was watching her, she wouldn’t be too happy about it. I quietly walked away and headed into Liam’s room. I closed the door behind me and explained to him what I saw.

“Maybe the torture got to her more than we thought,” Liam suggested. “We saw what she looked like when we came to get her. It would make sense if the torturing broke her down.”

I shrugged, “I don’t know, Liam. I just feel like she was more...disgusted with herself rather than her being in pain.”

“She could be disgusted with herself because she didn’t handle the torturing better than she should’ve or she is disgusted that she wasn’t strong enough.”

Shaking my head, I muttered, “I don’t know. Something is off, Liam, really off.”

Liam shrugged, “I don’t know, Harry. I really don’t. It would be easier if only…”

“What?”

He held up his hand for a moment and looked at the door. From outside, we heard the sound of Angelina’s high heels clicking against the wooden floors. We both waited until the sound passed Liam’s room and down the stairs.