My Assassin

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The last few days have passed very slowly...

I could’ve sworn I saw the clock move back a minute a couple of times, although it could’ve just been my mind playing tricks on me. If you stare at something long enough, your mind simply gets bored and alters it just so it’s different. How bizarre.

I’ve tried to keep myself busy with things such as cleaning up and also a bit of snooping round. Well I just had to find out how Harry got involved in all of this mess. I’m sure it wasn’t willingly. Unfortunately Harry hid his journal away so I couldn’t really find much.

In other news, I felt quite settled in now. Apart from the fact that I only had one set of clothes: my dress from my birthday and of course my underwear and bra. I desperately needed to get new clothes.

I’ve coped the past week by wearing a towel while waiting for my wet clothes to dry from hand-washing. But as Harry told me I couldn’t go out, full stop, even if my clothes started to shrink from being in the wash too many times, even if the milk had the characteristics of a solid, even if I did need pads for my period… I just made do with tissue- a lot of it. I’m thankful that Harry’s away or he’d be suspicious of why I went to the bathroom every so often.

I’ve also been watching T.V often, which is practically the only company I have. I’ve been feeling really paranoid lately, I take the gun around everywhere I go just in case someone does break in.

What would happen if they did?

Would I be able to shoot them?

Or would my body just freeze allowing them kill me?

I just hope Harry comes back soon. I don’t think I can eat anymore of the pot noodles, there’s enough to last a whole month. I couldn’t stand being cooped up in this flat it made me feel claustrophobic like the walls were gradually closing in on me every minute that passed.

Right now I was just sitting on the sofa, waiting for him. It had been a week since he’d left, he should’ve been back days ago.

Unless something happened to him…

No Chelsea, stop thinking that! Nothing bad happened to Harry and besides he can look after himself can’t he?

Of course he can.

After I reassured myself I decided to go to sleep. I got up about to go to the bathroom but I was abruptly stopped by a knock at the door.

My heart started thumping in my chest, harder and faster as milliseconds zoomed by.

It couldn’t be them, could it?

No.

It must be Harry, he must’ve forgotten his keys-

“If anyone knocks on the door- don’t answer it,” he paused as he closed his eyes, I knew he was going to mention something bad, “If they break in- kill them.”

“B-break in- w-who will break in Harry?” I asked frightened by the fact that he just handed me a gun.

“It doesn’t matter who Chelsea. Just kill them.”

By now he had his shoes and coat on, his keys on his hands.

“H-Harry. I’m really scared,” tears stated to flow down my cheeks.

“Don’t be scared. Be embarrassed but not scared,” he gave me a small smile.

“Bye Harry.”