Jump | H.S.

Chapter 5

I toss and turn all night, not even sleeping a bit. Mike is the kind of guy that I'd like to beat over and over again until there's nothing left for me to beat. I hate him, and I hate to think of what he could be doing to Jumper at the moment.

I get out of bed, and get a drink of water. The cold liquid, running down my dry throat, makes me feel better almost instantly. I set the cup in the sink, and run my fingers through my hair. Why didn't I do more? I could be at her house right now, but instead I'm here, wondering where she's at, and what the prick is doing to her.

I walk back to my bed, and try one last time to fall asleep. This time, I succeed.

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BEEP BEEP

I bolt upright in bed, the sweat beeds rolling off my forhead.

BEEP BEEP

I hit off my alarm, hard enough to make the numbers blink. I can't even remembering setting an alarm last night. I take a deep breath, before pulling off my sweaty shirt, leaving the airplane sticking to my wet skin.

I walk into the bathroom, and throw my shirt in the hamper. I turn on the cold water and cup my hands together, splashing it on my face. I look in the mirror, and look down at the small paper plain. I had a dream about Darcy, a dream where I seen the guys that did this to her.

I let out a deep breath. "Dammit," I curse as I punch my hand on the mirror, hard enough to cause a crack right in the middle.

Mike.

I close my eyes, and can see the images of her being pushed against the wall, and him doing it. It all makes sense.

What if it were him and his friends?

I grit my teeth as hard as I can, before knocking the supplies off of the counter. What if he did do this to her? What if he's going to do this to Jumper?

My chest rises and falls, and my vision is completely blurry. I run my hand through my hair, and notice a sharp pain in my knuckles. I put my hand in front of my face, and see gashes in my knuckles. I look up at the mirror and see blood sticking between the cracks. "Great," I mutter as I turn on the hot water and run it over my hand.

I grab the towel off the rack, and dab my hand dry. As I walk back to my room, I hear my phone buzzing. I snatch it off the nightstand, and answer it. "Hello?"

"Harry? It sounds like you've been talking more." Dad.

"What do you want?" I snap.

"I want you to come by the station."

"Why?"

"Because, I want to show you something."

"Go to hell." I pull the phone from my ear, and almost hit the red button, but he stops me.

"Harry, it's about her." The way he said her, made my heart pound out of my chest...he meant Darcy.

"I'll be right down," I choke out. I hang up and pull out a black V-neck t-shirt, and throw it on, before grabbing my keys and running out the door. Locking it of course.

My phone goes off twice as I drive down the road. I mean to check it when I get to the station, but my curiosity gets the best of me.

(2 Unread Text Messages)

I glance over the screen, and see that they're both from Liam. I haven't heard from Liam for a while. Him, Louis, Niall, Zayn, and I used to get together all the time. But now, I heard Zayn moved to America and Liam didn't want to live his life as a partier anymore. Louis and Niall are the only ones that ever try to contact me, even though they don't care either. They just want a friend to party with or help them with girls.

I decide to call him, and see what he wants. "Hello?" He asks. He sounds different, almost happy.

"Liam."

"Hey, Harry!" He chirps. "I haven't heard from you in forever."

"Touche." There was a small pause before he asked-

"Did you get my messages?"

"I did. But I'm driving so I didn't open them."

"Oh, well I'm back in London."

"I didn't even know you left."

"Oh, umm, yeah I did. I left a year and a half ago, for a better life."

"Did you get one?" It came out harsher then I intended.

"Yeah, I met a girl."

"Really?" Liam was never the dating guy. Well, he was never the guy that was good with girls. Vodka was always enough for him.

"Yeah, her name's Maria." I'm actually happy for Liam. He never used girls, I know he'll take good care of her, as long as she does the same to him.

"I'm happy for you, mate, I really am."

"Thank you," I can almost see him smiling in the phone. "I miss ya Harry. You were never like the others." I swallow.

"I miss you too. You never were either. Hey I have to go, I'm here with my dad."

"Des? Tell him hi. Okay, bye, Harry."

"Bye." I hang up and throw my phone on the passager seat. I'm about two miles from the police station, but I just didn't want to talk to him. He brings back memories, too many memories. Darcy was his sister, and he has the same shape eyes that she used to have. Liam and I used to be close, but ever since the incident with Darcy, we hardly ever talked again.

I take in a deep breath as I see the large police station sign. I pull in and park as close as I can, feeling lazy today. I grab my phone, pull the keys from the ignition, and step out onto the parking lot. I can hear the heel of my boots clicking on the pavement as I walk up to the door. I let out a deep breath, before pulling open the door and walking past the front desk, back to my dad's office.

I walk in, not even bothering to knock. "Just because you're my son, does not mean you don't have to knock." He says, not even looking up from his newspaper.

"I don't give a shit about knocking, show me what you called me about." I clench my jaw, as I try not to lose it on the piece of crap in front of me.

"Okay, follow me." He sets the newspaper on his desk and walks to the door, with me following behind.

We walk into the evidence room and look around. "What is all this?" I ask as I look at the dry erase board and see numbers and lines all over it.

"This is evidence." He walks over and points to a crooked line. "This is the alley where-" he pauses as to think of a substitute.

"She was killed."

"Yeah, where she was killed. And here is the dumpster where her body lay when we found her."

"Who cares about a dumpster?" I snap, losing my patience.

"Calm down, it has his finger print."

"Why didn't you find this years ago?" I almost shout.

"We did find this years ago, right after it happened, but we were told to drop the case." I run my fingers through my hair and tug at the roots.

"So you just let it go?" I ask as my chest heaves up and down, my nostrils flailing. "Two innocent girls died, and you just gave up?"

"It's not like that."

"It sure as hell looks like it."

"We found who did it." I could feel my chest tighten as I hear him say those words that I've waited years to hear. "I got some guys to run the finger prints we found against the dumpster, without the chief finding out."

"How do you know it's his finger prints? It could be a homeless dude that touched the side."

"It was a finger print of Darcy's blood." I begin to see red, this is all too much and I can't take much more of it. "Sit down, I'll tell you everything."