psy·cho·path [harry styles fanfiction]

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9 ;

I envied the birds. When they get into a mess they can just fly away - pretend it never happened. There's a part of me that aches to be free. Not the type of free where my slates wiped clean and the cops aren't after me. The type of free that makes your bones tingle and your heart beat a little bit faster. I just want to leave my body and fly away - I want out of the mess I've created.

I stood with my back against the hard brick wall of Harrys two story apartment. My eyes stayed trained on the one single red bird that kept flying round in circles a little ways away.

I had decided to excuse myself from Harrys apartment when Candice started a fight with Harry - something about him not paying attention to her. Her voice literally caused my ears damage so I came outside until everything with the lovely couple cooled over.

I breathed deep and exhaled slowly - it was so cold you could see my breath. Of course it was december so it was bound to be cold. The tip of my nose felt icy and my eyes burned.

I squeezed my eyes closed and brought my hands to my mouth to blow on my palms.

Tires screeched and my eyes snapped open as a dark black car pulled up on the opposite side of the street. The side door flew open as a black haired guy stepped out.

I watched as lent over the passenger seat with the door open to talk to the driver. He turned abruptly and my breath hitched. His familiar dark green eyes scanned the top of the building.

With wide eyes I steadied my breathing and walked calmly to the large brown door that lead to the second floor of apartments.

I thought he was dead.

As I pulled open the door I stole a glance over my shoulder at the greasy haired monster. He didn't notice me as I watched him pull out a gun from his dress pants and cock it. My eyes narrowed at the sight and I rushed inside. The door slammed hard behind me - I know he noticed that.

I raced to the steps and took two at a time. Even if he hadn't bled out that night I held a gun to his stomach - what was he doing here now? He had his revenge and I had mine. The games were over.

Awful games might I add.

My breath started to get heavy as I stopped on Harrys floor. I ran down the hall and to his door, I could hear the door slam downstairs. With sweaty palms I through open the door.

Candice stood with her hands on her hips, Harry sat on a bar stool with a frustrated look on his face. They both stopped bickering upon my abrupt entering.

I slammed the door shut. "What's wrong?" Harry asked, standing from the bar stool. I shook my head.

"Hey Uh Candice? Do you mind calling your girlfriends again? Tell them about how your going to be famous." I asked frantically - my eyes didn't meet hers once as I scanned the small space.

"I already did though?" She said confused. "Do it again," I mumbled. She complied though, with a nod she pranced off.

"Why do you look so worried?" Harry asked. I finally looked towards him, concern tainting his features.

"Listen - your going to have to lie. Do you understand me? Lie through your teeth harry." With furrowed brows I spat that at the confused curly haired man.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Harrys voice came out harsh but I brushed it off.

"Trust me," I pleaded. With heavy limbs I went to stand behind the counter.

"Trust you? How am I -" He was cut off by a loud knock on the door. With one more pleading glance his way I dropped to the floor. My body hiding behind the kitchen counter.

How was it even possible? That night I hadn't turned the gun on myself I turned it on him. There was no one around and I shot him in his lower stomach. He didn't bleed out?

I listened as Harry opened the door. "Yeah?" His voice sounded hoarse and stressed - I prayed he would come through and lie.

"Hi Harry - I'm special agent Johnson from the BAU and I was wondering if you've seen this woman around."

Special agent my ass - just hearing his voice made my blood boil.

Paper rustled. "Her names Hazel William's - 5'6 - blue eyes. She's done some pretty bad things so if you have any information that would be appreciated."

I've done bad things? I almost laughed at the irony - if I'm bad he's absolutely terrible.

"I - Uh.." Harry stuttered. My heart raced, please Harry. After a long silence he said, "No I'm afraid not sir."

"You sure son?" His voice made my bones feel weaker. The things he had done to me - the things I had watched him do scared me to no end.

"Yes I am sure. So if you can please leave now." Harry went to close the door on him.

I could hear his loud palm stop the door from slamming. I thought back to all the times his palm had made contact with me like that.

"If you get any information on her - contact me."

The door slammed. I finally let the breath I had been holding in out.

I stood up on shaky legs. "Thank you," I said sincerely.

Harry glared at me however. "Who the hell - what the hell was that?"

I shook my head and breathed deep, "He's not a special agent."

"Than who is he!" Harry snapped.

"His name is marcus."

Flashback

"You know hazel I actually thought you'd come through. After all the shit we've been through you still betrayed me."

I sat in my own blood, my left arm held firmly to my lower stomach. All I could see was blood - I wasn't crying though - I still hadn't let the tears fall.

"I'm debating wether or not to kill you. Seeing you sitting there all naked and vulnerable actually makes me feel a little pity for you."

I wasn't completely naked - I had on a bra and underwear. I felt like I was on fire, the large and deep gash in my lower stomach bled profusely.

I forced out a bitter laugh, "Go to hell you son of a bitch."

"Suit yourself," he shrugged. He smiled bright and pulled out a shiny pistol. "Any last words?" He asked pointing the gun towards me.

"Yeah -" I nodded, stretching my foot out, "Fuck you." My foot slammed hard against his knee cap - the gun fired and skimmed my arm. I breathed hard and lifted myself quickly. The gun laid beside him - he sat clutching his knee.

I snatched up the gun and on two shaky feet I stood quickly. I aimed the gun towards his head and watched as fear etched onto his features.

"No hazel - I've got kids. You can't do this. Please hazel -" I cut him off with a bitter laugh.

"It's funny to see you begging for your life Marcus - I've got to tell you your being quite the fucking hypocrite though. One minute you fucking killing my brother and the next your telling me you've got kids." I was seething.

"Please hazel just put down the gun."

"Fuck you! You just ruined my fucking life. Everything - everything's gone." Blood finally started dripping past my fingers - my firm grip on my stomach finally dropping.

I ignored his pleas and aimed it for his stomach. In a second I had pulled the trigger - and in that second I had realized just what a mess I had made.

Flashback over

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