Ch.9

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by 5555599me

by 5555599me

-nine-

Harry's POV

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I scratched my brown curls in a soothing way because I have no one else to care about my enough for them to have the decency to maybe scratch a grown mans curls. I maybe be exaggerating but I'm really not . I live by myself every since my brothers dad and mom were killed in a mition something that most humans never have to go through in their entire life what I've seen when I was twelve.

I've been living on my own since then. It's was quiet easy but sometimes hard. I get paid for whenever I complete a mission successfully and what's hard is to do something very hard to people and to change hem into something their not in rare cases. Or turn them into there real body what they were meant to be. In these cases mostly they thank is and are very happy living this so called life.

It's not life to me. Waking up to know one beside you but you yourself and well you. But after a long amount of time you will eventually get used to it. But unluckily I still havnt . I made my way slowly slouching towards my bathroom to pick up my shirt and black jeans that were left on the tub. I splashed some cold water unto my face to wake me up and it surprisingly worked.

I walked to the kitchen picking up the phone on my way checking from any calls from her. There isn't any calls but I know she is probably thinking and day dreaming about me like I am her right now at this moment. Maybe not but you never know what could one day possibly happen.

As I make my way to my basement I look at all of the multiple pictures I've taken of her without her even thinking about the possibilities and ever finding out who I was. God she is just to beautiful to be living on what we call earth. But I don't care as long as I could have her. She doesn't even know what I am and will know soon if I can possibly play my cards right .

but she can still know what my hair looks like because I think it was two days ago or around that time I was hiding in her moms precisely cut bushed going towards her drive way. But she must of heard my heavy breathing because I was to excited ( of you know what I mean) to have her their standing in front of me inched away from her perfectly structured face.to bad my mission is to take her away for a while.

Ugh.

I find myself thinking unconsciously about her and want to see her now. Even of it takes me four hours to get to the very far but manageable location of her mansion. I grab rope, nails, and other stuff I might need out there. I grab an apple due to the long and tiring walk there, grab my bag and get on my way.

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Once I see her house in distance I quickly hide in the bushes and walk all the way around the house ignoring the annoying Mosquitos constantly biting holes into my skin, drinking my blood, leaving an itchy bump there for me to have to deal with, even though I know the consequences I keep going.

Once I get to a view of her house I grab a few leaves from the bush I am now in to slightly cover my brown mess of curls I didn't have time to gell back at the house. I grab the binoculars I left here from last time thanking myself I didn't leave these out in the open and looked though them to see if my angel was sitting on the balcony like she does every night from 10 pm to 10:30pm. I calculated how many minuets she stays up there every night a long time ago. Even before this mission.

Once I adjust my eyes to the small device I am hypnotized by her sudden lAck of clothes. All she is wearing is her panties and bra with a see though robe. Who the hell makes see through robes. Theses shouldn't even be sold of they make my dick get hard in the matter of only two seconds of staring.

At 10:30 she goes back inside. Once I know she's inside I grab the rope and throw it onto the side of her gigantic and expensive as hell home, I climb up the robe with my bare hands and covered feet and let go of the rope and watch it as it falls while I have a steady grip on one of the many windows .

I grab my belt hoop and slam it against the lock of the window and seconds later it bust the lock open. I open the window throw my belt in the Room now with the windows broken lock onto the side of it and pull myself in slightly making a straining noise. I slip my belt onto my briches and find the closest vent break the screws of the four Corners and pull myself up.

Surprisingly there is no animals up here like I thought it would most likely be. I follow the sounds of voices carful not to slam down on my face and capture unwanted attention. I see my baby girl pinned up against the stair case by another guy.

Jealously rages through me like a huge fire in waiting to be ignited to be burned out of its flame and I have to grab onto the metal to restrain myself from killing the guy who has his hands on MY baby girl. The cracking noise of the stair case breaks when he throws her to the floor wasting no time in climbing on top of her.

She has to do something she was born to be a killer she has the power this is the main reason why I have a job to get her. I stand corrected as she hits the guy in the back of the head with the broken people of the stair case most likely taking of some brain cells which results in some serious brain damage that could affect his life in any possible. Ways his could-

I fall out of the heating vent due to my weight and land on her balcony. I quickly re compose myself jump down to the ground from the balcony not scared of the many scratches I just endured grabbed my supplies . And took one glance back to see she spotted me. But luckily only my hair. I run as hast as I can to be out of sight my her. Not wanting to show my true identity to her yet because well, she might freak out on me and never want to ever come home with me. After am hour of running I stop grab my heavy bag in my other hand and continue the 4 hour walk home.