Lost and Found || Punk H.S

Chapter 8

*a/n should I continue this fanfic much longer? I've got quite a few ideas, just not a lot of readers. And school starts soon so sorry if I can't update as much! Since school is beginning I'm just going to make this one as long as I want to keep writing since I won't have much of a chance. Sorry if it's super long or something. Enjoy*

Andrea's P.O.V

"Where were you last night," my dad's voice came from behind me. "Dad what have you done," I screamed. I turned to see a large knife in his hand, stained with Harry's blood. I turned back to Harry. "Harry what do I do, you've got to tell me," I searched his face frantically for a hint of what to do.

He kept his hold on his stomach and the other was behind his back. "Tell me Andrea, where exactly are we?" I gave him the address, the blood-loss must be going to his head. He winced in pain but continued. "And what happened."

"You're dying," I screamed. "You've been stabbed Harry what are you doing?" I heard my dad behind me the whole time but I didn't care anymore, I was going to loose Harry. "Who did it," he asked weaker. "My dad," I choked through my tears looking at him. Harry reached his hand from his back with his phone. "We've already got people on the way, stay awake son," a voice came from the phone. He had called the police. Harry never failed to amaze me.

"You son of a bitch," my dad screamed. He came at Harry but I put myself in front of him. "No," I screamed as loud as possible. "You've ruined my life enough already with your stupid ass beatings and drunk nights and I'm sick of it. If you hurt Harry more I'll make sure he gets your empty head as a prize," I threatened. I was beyond pissed.

He huffed and walked out the door. I should stop him but Harry needs me. I knelt down next to him again and held his face up to mine. "Harry you're going to be okay alright? We're both going to be fine and we'll go home and see your mom and sister. It'll be like our own little family." The corner of his mouth crept up in a weak smile. "You can't leave me Harry."

My voice broke continuously. I kissed his lips. "I love you so much," I whispered. "I love you too," his voice was more raspy than normal and laced with pain. "Does it hurt more than what we used to do," I asked trying to keep his mind awake. He nodded slightly and a tear escaped his eye. I kissed the tear off of his cheek quickly and held onto his hand.

The front door slammed open and I heard police officers fill the house. I heard a gunshot soon after. Officers ran up the stairs in our direction. "In here," I screamed. Medics and officers came in to help Harry. "Where's your father," and officer asked me. "I- I'm not sure. He ran somewhere but I had to stay with Harry. If you didn't shoot my dad who did you shoot?"

"Your mom came at us with a knife. We had no choice I'm sorry," he sighed. The medics took Harry out of the room and I tried to follow. "You need to stay here until we find out if he's in the house." A gunshot silenced the entire house. "Found him," I said before running down the stairs after Harry. I made it i time to get into the ambulance with him. "Ma'am are you okay? We need to check your heart rate and blood pressure. Stuff like that," a younger looking medic told me.

Harry was still awake on the stretcher next to me with a young woman talking to him. I got immediately jealous. She was beautiful and obviously took a liking to Harry. "What about my boyfriend," I said loud enough for the girl to hear but she didn't seem to notice. That or she just didn't care.

But Harry didn't seem to notice her. His eyes were focused on me the entire time. He gave me a weak smile every couple seconds and I returned to favor. The medic took all the test he needed to and we were soon at the hospital. I ran my fingers through his hair while they gave him a shot. I wasn't really sure what they were planning but it wasn't going to be good I could see that.