Beauty With A Gun (Hidden Beauty)

Chapter 14

Harry's POV

"I can't just hide here." I argued. She put her hands on her hips still in the red dress from last night.

"And why not?" She demanded.

"What about school? The play? Your mission to save Rebecca?" I questioned.

"Collin is covering school for us. They have under studies for the play. Collin can handle the mission plus if he needs help he's the only over person who knows where we are at. Finally, your life is more important then any of your excuses. So tell me what your real problem is." She said the last more like an order then a question. I threw my hands up of course she has all the answers.

"I'm not a soward Roxanne. I didn't hide from Caleb why should I hide from this Mark guy?" I tried.

She shook her head. "Cause Caleb is a school bully and Mark is a train assassin who has became obsessed with me and caught you in a car with me." She said fustratedly. "And I refuse to be the reason you get killed." I flinched at the ay she sounded like she cared. Sometimes it was hard to tell with her.

"What if they tell you to kill me?" I gave up to say what was really on my mind. She went to argue, but I interuppted her. "I know you said you wouldn't but will happen if you go against them?" She looked shocked. She walked carefully towards me and cupped my face.

"Look Harry if that happens they'll try to kill us both." She looked at me sad. "But if you don't stay they'll think you don't trust me which they'll assume the worse about. So if you want to get out of this you need to listen to me." She looked sad. I think it's killing her that she put me in this situation. "Please.... Just stay here for a few days. Play along when we go to ... my families place. Then you'll be free of all of this. I'll stay out of our way here if that'll make you feel better." I wanted to scream, why can't she realize that I care about her? I didn't want her to stay away, I wanted to keep her safe. I didn't want to fail her and have her lose her life.

Instead of fighting her I nodded and watched her walk away from me. I sat on the couch to think everything that's happened. I couldn't blame her for the way she is. The distance and coldness she fronts. She was raised that way. Did she know anything other then constant fear and anger? Without death and violence? She seemed to have raised herself. Despite all of this she seems to still be capable of feeling even if she tries to hide it. I've seen her cry, I've seen her truelly happy. She still cares deep down, I thought. Though everytime I feel like we are getting closer like last night in the car... I shiver thinking of her on my lap leaning into me as I stroke her thigh. Focus Harry I told myself. When we get close one night the next she's distances away again. Like now she wants to stay away from me.

I heard a shower get turned on and decided to look around the cabin. It wasn't big nor was it anything special. It had two bedrooms and two baths. There was no computer, no phone no way to contact the outside world. There however was a television.

I sat on the couch and turned on the the news. They were talking about how the missing Princess Anja's birthday was coming up and how the family still held hope for the missing girl. I changed the channel not wanting to think of home. As I watched Blindspot, I realized I no longer heard the water running. I turned the TV off and walked to Roxy's room.

I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I slowly opened it and saw her laying on the bed feet in the air now wearing short black shorts and a white tank top. She was drawing in a new notebook. I walked up to her slowly.

"Din't I say something about snooping?" She muttered as she stayed focus.

I smiled. "I'm not snooping. I'm letting you share your art work." I said cheekily causing her to laugh. I crept closer trying to see what she was drawing. I frowned at the page unable to figure it out. "What are you drawing?"

She sighed before closing the book and looking up at me giving me her full focus. "What do you want?" She didn't sound irratated or annoyed. Strangely she sounded.... hopeful?

"Well I was thinking...." I trailed off trying to figure out an excuse. My eyes instantly landed on the radio. "That you owe me a dance." I said before looking back at her. She looked at me curiously.

"How do you figure?" She looked like she was growing suspicious.

I walked over to the radio and started flipping through stations. "Well you did drag me to a party last night. And though I was pretty drugged up from that drink you gave to me, I don't recall ever dancing with you." I smiled when a certain song filtered through the room. I looked at her to see she was trying to mask her smile. I walked over to her and held my hand out.

"Hmmm this is the song playing when you ran away from me?" She laughed slowly taking my hand. I stared at her shocked that she still remembered.

"Yea well I was a lot less confident then. Plus you were just as beautiful then as now." I said as I spun her. It was weird how we seemed to be dancing to our own song as E.T. played in the background.

As I watched the girl in front of me dance I couldn't help but feel nothing but love for her.