Freak [On Hold]

Chapter 19: Harry

~ Ivan ~

I wrung my hands through each other as I stared up into McKinley's dark and dangerous eyes.

"What do you mean you can't find him!?" He spat, the intensity in his voice growing.

"I mean that I have no clue where he's run off too. He's gone. Just give me more time! Please!" I yelled backing away in the process to avoid McKinley from hitting me.

He took a step towards me, I winced under his towering figure. I almost gagged on the stench of alcohol that consumed his body.

"No. Seneca gave his orders." A deathly smirk crept onto his face. "And it looks like your time is almost up isn't it? What? It's only two weeks till the year ends? It's such shame you'll have to die after that." He laughed a horrible laugh. It sounded like he was hacking up something mixed with his repulsing, alcohol laced breath.

"I'll find him!" I shouted. "You'll see!"

"I doubt it" he muttered bumping my shoulder in the process of him making his way back to the shipyard. Back to that horrid prison.

"Harry where are you!" I yelled. I needed to find him. It's not like I wanted to find him. But my life was on the line. His life was on the line. Maybe if I found him I could reason with Mr. Seneca to at least keep him alive a little longer. Maybe.

Just then as if God had answered my prayers I glanced out onto the street of London. From the alleyway where I sat no one could see me clearly, but upon further look I knew that head of curls anywhere.

"Harry?" I whispered. I crawled from my spot on the ground until I was peering out at the street. There he was. Wait, no that can't be him. Can it?

Across the street he was taking a seat at an outdoor café with four other boys. Why outdoor? It was freezing out here, and he met other people? the thing that struck me most was his weight. He looked nothing like he did half a year ago. For one thing he looked normal. Not underweight and dirty. He looked healthy and strong. Well just the word strong is an understatement. His biceps, not even kidding, were huge! What the hell had happened to him? I guess he's enjoyed his life. Well of course he would. Anything is better than that place. Then It struck me. He loved his life. I couldn't just waltz in there and ruin his life. I couldn't just go in there get his location and tell Mr. Seneca where he his. I couldn't make him go back. It was so wrong. But I had to.

And then in that alleyway. Right there I broke down crying. I broke down crying realizing how cruel all this was. I cried because I now knew how horrible Mr. Seneca was. I cried because how horrible of a friend I was.

Look at those boys Harry is with. They were probably strangers to him. Hardly knew Harry. But now look at them. They look as if they've known each other forever.

I stared at my friend through my blurry tear filled eyes.

Well Ivan? What are you waiting for? Go talk to him!

My mind screamed at me but my body failed to move. I was frozen. I couldn't even budge.

C'mon Ivan! Go!

Finally I took a deep breath and stood. I forced my feet in the direction of Harry. Soon I was on the street. Next thing I knew I was on the same side of the street he was on. My heart was pounding as I made my way towards him.

"Here goes nothing" I thought

"Harry?" I asked once I had reached his table.

His eyes turned to me. Working on my face. Suddenly his own face lit up to the beautiful smile I knew and loved.