Sinister

Chapter 2

"Where did your wounds even go..?" I said under my breath as I dabbed his bare chest with a wet rag. I've been sitting like this for the past 10 minutes. I think he's starting to think I'm doing this so I can stare at him. 

"Blair," he said, lowering my hand. "I told you I was fine."

"You can't be fine!" I gave up. "You had about three gun shots in your right shoulder and now they all of a sudden disappear? What the hell?!" He didn't seem fazed by my outburst. He just watched as I paced in small steps in front of him. How could this even be possible? "This isn't normal."

"I'm.. Not normal," he whispered back. He hopped down from the counter, pulling the borrowed shirt over his head once more. "I think we've established this when I nearly killed you this morning." He was being dead serious. 

I looked up at the man standing in front of me. His tall figure didn't really make this conversation easier. His green eyes tried to read mine. "What.. What are you Harry?"

"Blair Hazel," a voice came through the apartment. With a blink of an eye, Harry was out of sight. Damn. "There is a package for you. Would you like me to bring it up?"

"Bring it up," I sighed. In a way I'm happy I don't live near my parents house during the holidays. I would have to explain the strange man staying in my house try to come up with an excuse why I couldn't come home for the awkward family dinners which now only happen during Christmas and sometimes Thanksgiving. I'm not the girl they wanted me to grow up to be. I mean, I'm in college. I'm getting my masters in teaching. I'm no doctor. I'm not a lawyer. But isn't our family filled with those?

The knock on the door startled me. This whole 'stranger in the house' thing is really sketching me out. "Here you go Miss Hazel." 

"Thank you," I smiled taking the wrapped gift from his hands. I quickly closed the door before he could see anything. My apartment was actually a loft. Open spaces. With one small stairway that lead to my room and a bathroom. Then it's all open. "Harry. You can come out. It was just the doorman." 

"Is that some kind of code name for hunter?" He asked, peaking his head around the corner. 

"No?" I raised an eyebrow. "He brought me my present from my parents. That's all he does." He didn't really understand. He just walked out, careful of everything around him. I just shook my head, sitting down on the couch. I usually wait until Christmas but.. I'm not going to. 

I opened the box to see tea packets, chocolate, a new coffee maker, a couple of cookies, and three 100$ gift cards for different places. One for iTunes, Victoria's Secret, and Pacsun. They always know how to please. 

Harry looked over my shoulder, taking the chocolate bar from my hands. He ripped off the wrapper, eating it. "I didn't even want that."

"Good. Cause it's really good. And I don't want to share," he smiled to himself. I didn't bother taking the candy away from him. He looked happy eating it. He was a strange one. Freakish one minute, totally vulnerable the next. There is something about him that is-

"What's a 'Victoria's Secret' angel?" he asked, looking at the magazine on the coffee table. I'm not used to having people so I didn't realize that was still out. Oh god. "Are they real angels?"

"Basically in every mans eyes they are," I snatched the magazine from him. 

"Why not you?" 

"Do you see them?" I asked. "Flashy, perfect, eating disorder."

"You look like that one," he pointed to a skanky brunette. "Same eyes."

"Okay that's enough," I turned a deep red color and threw the paper behind me. He just laughed to himself as my face grew a deeper red. He just laughed as I sat there staring at him. 

"You're not from around here.. Are you?" I asked quietly. He stopped laughing. Almost at an abnormal rate. His face went white, draining the tan color from his face. 

"You don't understand. And I can't explain," he finally managed to get out. I didn't want to push him. Not after what happened this morning. I will forever remember that. His aggression. So much fear ridden in his body. He was terrified. 

"Why don't we watch a movie or something?" I asked, finally breaking the awkward tension. He smiled and nodded as I walked towards the DVD player. 

"Can we watch a Christmas movie?" He asked, more demanded. "It's almost Christmas."

"Indeed it is," I sighed, putting on the movie Elf from the shelf. I slid the disk in, finding my way back to the couch. This was weird. It didn't feel normal. Nor did it feel... Awkward. 

Harry sat there laughing at the movie, not really paying attention to my actions. Usually in these types of stories, seeing what Harry did, the girl would have gone running. I should be long out of here. Finding help. Turning him in for being a monster. But he's been nothing but nice. He.. Apologized for threatening me. Right? That helps?

"What?" Harry asked, finally noticing my staring. I shook my head, smiling up at him. 

"If you're going to be staying a while, I might as well set up the other bed." I got up from the couch, crossing into a huge empty space across from it. I pulled on the closet, having a queen bed fall right in front of me. "Tomorrow we will go shopping for clothes."

"Thank you Blair Hazel," he smiled, sitting down on the bed. "You have one of those... Two first names kind of names."

"That's what my dad says," I smiled.

"I like it. Because I can call you either Blair or Hazel." I nodded, getting out blankets from the trunk at the end of the couch. "Thank you again." 

"Your welcome Harry," I smiled down at him. I turned off the light, leaving Harry to himself. Or somewhat himself. It was an open area. And I don't know how long he's going to be staying so I don't know whether to do anything drastic or not. 

The day flew by, us just sitting and watching movies. There was barley any communication between us. It wasn't awkward but it also didn't feel normal. I turned off the TV and made my way to my own bedroom. I crawled into my own bed, taking in the covers. It smelled like Harry... Surprisingly.. Good. 

I shook my head, resting my head to the pillow. Things were running through my head all at once. What is keeping Harry here going to do? What will it bring? 

Am I safe with him here?

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