Criminal

Chapter 14

One week ago was the disaster party, since then things haven't been the same.

We don't spend time together like we used too. We eat meals together and chat, but it was like a new world.

He didn't yell at me for cleaning, he just let me do it. But after a while, I didn't want to even get out of bed anymore.

I felt depressed. What if this is the end of everything? This could be my new life. Never moving on, just stranded on this lake house. Being unfound. With a criminal.

I know I shouldn't hold that against him, I already decided it wasn't on him. But his attitude is telling me something else.

He gets mad, and he throws things. He wouldn't hurt me, I know. But he hurts other things, if they have a beating heart or not.

Then again, maybe my heart isn't beating. It sure doesn't feel like it's beating.

Sometimes when I am upstairs, I catch Harry heading off for a jog. I look at him and I try to picture him killing someone.

Actually killing someone.

I can't do that.

He's too innocent, he does have those wild green eyes but they aren't the eyes of a criminal. It wasn't true, in my mind at least.

It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon when I was in the kitchen, and Harry was at the table typing on the laptop.

I was cleaning off some fruit to go with dinner, when I heard knocking on the front door. I stopped what I was doing and froze for a second.

I heard Harry get up from the table and walk over to the door. I glanced around the corner and I caught the reflection from a tall mans badge.

I felt my heart stop and I quickly turned around. I leaned against the wall and tried to slow my breathing so I could hear.

"Good afternoon sir," the officer started and I heard Harry open the door.

"Come in, may I help you officer?" Harry asked politely in an American accent.

"Thank you, and yes, were looking for a lost girl," he said and I heard him pull out a piece of paper.

"Where's she from?" Harry asked and I started to tiptoe across the kitchen.

"Ohio," I heard the officer say and I kept going. They were looking for me, and they were extending their watch.

"Ah, well I'm a Michigander," Harry said with a false laugh. "Haven't seen a girl like that around here," he said and the officer gave a deep laugh.

"Mind if we look around? She's been spotted in this area with a young mad, the description matches you quite well," he said with an edge to his tone. I dropped to my hands and knees and I looked around.

I crawled into Harry's room and I slid under the bed. Once I was under I curled up as easy as I could and I tried to listen for more conversation.

I couldn't hear anything, I only heard my heart beating quickly and then my own fast breathing.

Then, I heard them coming.

"Yeah, I am rather new, the girl that lived here died, feels wrong touching her things, you know?" Harry lied and I applaud him in my mind.

"Understandable," the officer said with a nicer tone than earlier. I heard him opening the closet and then his footsteps around the bed, but I was relieved to hear him exit.

I stayed under the bed. There was no way I was coming out. Even after he left the house; slim chance of me coming out.

I counted in my mind to 200 several times. I decided that I have been under here for 20 minutes, but I was too scared to get out.

The unknown really does frighten me.

I was laying under the bed when I heard footsteps coming in.

"Caroline," said a familiar accent.

I slid out and Harry was standing there. He reached out his hand for me and I grabbed on, and then he yanked me up.

"Don't cry, he's gone," Harry's said as he pulled me into his arms. Or maybe I fell into them. Who knows. I couldn't help but cry, I was almost found.

"They will never be gone," I sobbed and he hugged me even tighter.

"I won't let them do anything with you," Harry said and at this moment I felt myself slipping away to him.

I was scared of falling. In love, that is.