Tragedy

Chapter 4

Harry's Point of View:

I knew she would hurt her. Fuck, why did I let her walk in the room? Valerie is probably near death knowing Violet. I want to walk in there and check on her but I don't know why. Why do I give a shit if she's okay or not? No, I don't, I do not care about her. I start to walk away only to feel guilt in return. I haven't felt like this since the incident and I really don't like the feeling.

I grab Violet by the waist and start to walk with her back to our room. I strip off my shirt and throw it on the ground; I'll pick it up in the morning. Violet changes into her pajamas and slips into the bed beside me as if she didn't just beat the hell out of someone. I don't know how much longer I can do this. This is wrong and I know it but I just cannot leave.

I want to ask Violet how bad she had beaten Valerie but when I flipped over to ask her, I notice her eyes are shut and she was fast asleep. I waited awhile just to make sure she was asleep. If she finds out what I'm about to do, Valerie would be dead. I quietly get out of the bed and walk towards the hell hole we are keeping such an innocent girl in.

As soon as I open the door, I spot Valerie curled up in a ball, clearly hurting deeply. I felt so bad. I never feel bad, what the fuck is going on with me? She looked at me and I saw the pain in her eyes; it's as if I could feel her pain and damn, it really hurt. "Hey," I barely say.

"Wh-what do you want?" She looks so fragile and scared shitless. "Please don't hit me. Please, I don't know if I could survive another strike."

"I'm not going to hit you. Are you alright?" I would never hit her. Others though, I would be so quick to hit but I just don't have it in me to hurt her.

She half-laughs and looks down. She looks back up at me and it seems as if that alone would kill her. She looks pitiful and I pity her. Man the fuck up, Harry. Stop being such a pussy; you do not care about this girl. "Do I look okay to you?" Damn.

"I'm so sorry, Valerie. I didn't know she would do this to you all because I was talking to you." I lied. I knew she would be hurt because of me. I didn't know Violet would hear me though. That part was unexpected. I didn't intentionally get Valerie hurt.

"Why do you care?" She responds, leaving her breathless.

"I don't," Do I? Yes, I do. I care. No, I don't give a shit.

"Then why are you here?"

"I was just leaving," I say. I turn and go towards the door. I open it but I do not go out. What if Valerie wakes up and comes in here to hurt her again? I can't let that happen. I don't know why, but I just can't. I sit against the door and wait for Valerie to fall asleep so I can breathe regularly. She can't know I'm in here and she can't know why. There's just something about her and I can't let this one get killed like the others. I hate this feeling. What is it? I being to think about Valerie and I start to drift asleep thinking of her.

Dream:

"Harry you've got to get me out of here. I love you and I know you can do it." She pleads.

"I'm trying, baby. I'm trying so fucking hard."

"Just come with me. We can both escape and we can stay together. Please, Harry. I cannot lose you." She says as I hold her. I have to find a way out. I can't lose her.

"I'm thinking baby, I'm thinking." I reply. We could just run... yeah, that's exactly what we will do; run. I don't care about the money anymore; I need her. "Let's go," I say to her and we stand up.

"How are we going to do this?" She looks up at me.

"Just follow me. You trust me, right?"

"Yes, Harry. I trust you with my life."

"Good," I kiss her temple and grab her hand. I look out into the hallways in search of Violet. I'm sure she's not awake yet but we don't have much time. I lead her to the window at the end of the hallway and start to lift her up but I smell something. Smoke? I begin to panic and lose my grip on her. She tumbles to the ground and I scurry to pick her up.

"Going somewhere?" It's her, it's Violet. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Think, Harry, think.

"No, I was just putting her back in the room. She tried to escape." My love looks up at me in disgust. What am I doing? I don't know.

"Wh-what?" She is in disbelief. Violet steps forward and tries to take her from me. I step in front of her to protect her but it's too late. Violet take the love of my life, locks her in the room and tries to pull me out of the burning-down house.

"I'm not going anywhere. Unlock the fucking door, Violet. Let her out." I plead with the devil.

"No, Harry. What the fuck is wrong with you? She was going to die anyways. Let's go."

"No, let her go or I'm not leaving." I can't let this happen but I already have. The house begins to fall in and I try to kick down the door as my love is yelling out for me to help her.

"HARRY, PLEASE, HELP ME. I LOVE YOU." She yells through the door. Suddenly the yelling stops and my heart breaks. No, No, she can't be gone. She is the only one I have left. This is all my fault; fuck, Harry, you're so fucking stupid.

"Let's go Harry." I turn to Violet and my blood rises. I follow her out and we barely make it out alive.

"I love you so much, Caroline. I'm so sorry, baby." I whisper as I follow the evil girl away from the love of my life.

End of Dream

I shoot up and I notice I'm drenched in sweat. I hate having nightmares, they only remind me of the biggest regret of my life. I hear Violet in the bathroom and I hurry to leave the room.

Val's Point of View:

I wake up and I wish I hadn't. This pain is too much for me to handle. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. I really need to learn how to defend myself. I mentally make a note to myself to take a defense class if I ever get out of here. That reminds me; I need to think of a way out of here. Harry... he has to help me. I remember the simple touch Harry had placed on my thigh that make my cheeks flare up. Harry wouldn't seen them if it weren't for being in a pitch-black room. I remember how I thought I liked it but that's impossible. Harry is the enemy and I plan to hurt him as much as he hurt me. He will pay for this.

And that's when I thought of the perfect plan:

Harry needs to fall in order to be hurt and I know how to trip him...

love.