Olivia's Point Of View.
Harrys dark green pools, staring into me. "I like you Olivia." He wiped a tear from my cheek as he bit his bottom lip. "That is why I didn't kill you. You are different." He kissed my fore head. A large whimper escaped my lips. "Harry..." I shut my eyes. "I killed every girl I slept with a different way because they were all the same." Harry wont kill me. "Harry, its okay." I tried to steady my self. "No!" He picked up a book and threw it at the book shelf. "You don't want to help me, you want to help him. That freak!" he shouted and I jumped. "You stay right here don't you fucking move. " his finger extended out pointing at me. I nodded and bit my lip. Harry strode out of the room. I let out my emotions, a large cry was let out of me, why is this happening to me? I looked up at the sky and cried. The men on the news tell us well always lose, and I know in this game of chance, I lost. I wiped the droplets from my eyes. Harry swung the door open with a bang, and he had Luke in his grasp.
Luke has a busted lip, and he stared at me with sympathy. "Now that everyone is here we can get on with the show, right babe?" Harry held Luke's bicep. "Harry you don't fucking touch her." Luke said. "Stand up Olivia." Harry said nicely. Tears fell out and I stood up. Harry tossed Luke at the chair. "Sit down!" Harry screamed, and I jumped. Harry walked to the door and locked it, and then walked to me. "Shh, shh, Olivia its okay. Don't cry okay." Harrys once dark and painful voice, was gone and now he was gentle and caring. I looked at Luke, his lip was bleeding really badly. "Don't look at him!" Harry grabbed my wrists. I looked at Harry and cried. I wish I had never come across his face. Tears fled from my eyes. "Harry,'' He furouisly glared at me. Harry is monster, is he even human? Unespectedly he let my wrists free. Automatically I began to rub them, his hands were cutting my surculation off. "This is all your fault." Luke sat in the chair, as Harry yelled at him. "My fault?" Luke stood up. He was taller than him, but not as physically built. Luke made a right punch directed at the demon. He ducted and upercutted Luke in the mouth. "Stop!" I cried.
Why. Why in all of the world does this have to be me. Luke is getting the shit beat out of him, and im a trained cop, just crying about it. This is like a nightmare, and this hell is where dreams become real. "Harry, please stop! I'll do whatever, just stop!" I hyseterically cried. His arm lowered, and he looked at me. It was like walking into a fire. I opened my arms to him. He came over to me and wrapped his hands around my back. That's when I seen Luke on the floor. His nose was defiantly broken, blood gushed from his mouth, and his eye was already turning purple. Mouthing the words, "Run." Luke got up and ran out. "You'll do whatever?" He said. A softball size lump was in my throat, so I nodded. "Then welcome, to the asylum."
