Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 35: Bombshell

Chapter 35:

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Recap of 34:

"Whitney what's going on-"

My silence cuts Robert off as I open the door causing my heart to sink to a endless pit somewhere far from here.

Only one beating heart left in the room.

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Harry POV:

"Get your ass up."

Andy grunts lying like a punk on the floor.

"I said get the fuck up," I yell in a whisper warily glancing back at the door.

My fingers grip behind my neck anxiously as he stands to his feet.

"I came to talk to her."

"How fucking stupid are you?" I growl in annoyance.

His eyes narrow.

"The police are after you," I throw my hands up in the air, "she's probably getting them now.

"I don't care if they come-"

"Yes you do." I demand.

"No I don't." He firmly states wiping the blood from his busted lip.

"Well I do," I growl lowering my voice as far as possible, "she can't find out I've been helping you."

"Maybe it's time she's obviously not okay-"

No. Fuck no.

"I may have just kicked your ass partially for show but don't think I wasn't enjoying it." I warn, "Now I suggest you get the hell away from here before I finish what I started."

"Your such an asshole. You scared her. You should have seen the look in her eyes before she ran out of the room-"

"Enough," I ball my hand into a fist taking a step forward. He's just saying this shit to fuck with my mind.

Andy raises his hands in defeat like the pussy he is, "fine I'm fucking leaving okay."

I nod towards the door before I process how scuffed up he looks while I remain untouched.

"Wait."

He stops mid step jerking back around, "what?"

"Punch me."

His head tilts in confusion.

"Hurry up dammit. I'll say you got away but it's got to look believable."

I roll my eyes as he smirks with pleasure, "oh gladly."

He takes a step forward and plants a forceful left hook to my face with no restraint.

Damn.

"How was that? Shall you need another?" He smirks wickedly.

"No, just go before she comes back-" my eyes watch the door as my jaw tingles in numb pain.

Out of my peripheral vision I watch Andy wipe the gash on his head with the bottom of his t-shirt before moving away from the door.

"You better fucking look after her." He calls heading in the opposite direction of the door.

"I am. Where the hell are you going?" I yell lowly.

He points behind the row lockers, "back exit."

My fingers rasp against my thigh as I watch him disappear behind the metal stacked squares. No more than a breath later I hear the rattling of a door knob and anxiously shift on my feet as Whitney pushes through.