Olivias Point Of View
Fear was the only thing I felt. It was inside coursing through my veins. I wanted to run and cry and never come near Harry again. If Luke was right I just spent the night with a murder. Luke is very out of it right now, maybe he doesn't know what anything is right now, Harry is sweet, plus I am still alive. Luke's mental state worried me. His once life filled blue eyes were a dead and empty grey. "Harry? The man who runs this did this to you and killed those girls?" The more he seemed to talk, the more he was yanked back into reality. I am going to be his rope and rescue him from where ever he is. "Yeah. He told me everything." What could the boy who needed a friend be capable of? No one knew, but the devil himself. "What is everything? " I asked. "Ashley's murder, and my future." I think Luke is way to gone to tell me what happened today so I will ask tomorrow. "Luke why did he do this to you?" I asked. So many of these mysteries remained unanswered. "Because of you." I sat frozen as Luke's eyes watered. "Because im helping you?" He nodded as a tear slid from his face. "Olivia you have to get out of here, I don't think you should come back, I don't want you to get hurt. obviously you are a good person trying to help me, but you're making this so much worse. Please just stay away." He looked away. "Luke I am not leaving you." This was all my fault. Just being here is hurting him, and angering Harry. I stood up and kissed his cheek. I walked out of the common room.
"Olivia." Harrys voice stopped me in my dead tracks as I was about to push open the gets of hell to leave. "Hey- hey Harry." I turned around. "Come up hear." Terror and horror filled me up. My legs listened and I walked up the stairs to him. "Yes?" "Olivia why did you come to see Luke? I want you to be honest with me." a lump in my throat formed. "Here, come inside." There is my sweet love. I came inside. Inside the doors was a large corridor, on the right there was rooms and the left was offices. He lead me inside and down into the hallway. We finally turned left into a library. The same room the girls were killed. "sit." he demanded and I sat down in a leather chair. I swallowed my emotions like a horse pill. "I came to help Luke." I said. He sat on the edge of a red wood table, probably the nicest thing in this place. Looking at my hands, "look at me, Olivia." he said in a harsh tone. I raised my face. I was trained, and should not be scared. Harry and Luke contain different fear. Harry was like a spider, beautiful, but dangerous. Luke was a bee, you knew he could hurt you, but he wouldn't. "Why are you helping him, you shouldn't do that, he is a bad man." Harry said. "Why did you hurt him, you are a nice guy?" He smirked and placed both of his arms on either sides of my chair. I was trapped like a mouse. "I am no angel." All that face, all that body, all the beauty wasted, on his sorry excuse of a man. "Did you kill those girls Harry?" tears formed im my eyes. "Yes, I did."
I know im next.
