Psychotica

Chapter 3

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING...trigger also includes pictures! You have been warned!⚠️

Harry's POV

My heart sinks to my toes when I see her eyes widen. I feel like I'm going to pass out until she says, "Derek has a secret twin? Why didn't he tell me?", frowning and also confused. 

I would have laughed if I wasn't in a state of panic. "Yes baby, I'm Derek's twin. Just make sure you don't say anything about me to him, because he would get really mad that I stopped by," I whisper, taking a few glances at the door. "Now I have to go, get some sleep."

"Wait, but what's your name?" she asks. Without answering, I quickly climb out the window and descend two stories below, running as fast as I can. When I reach two blocks away, I finally take a break and begin to walk slower. I'll pick up my car later. "I need to stay away from that girl," I mutter to myself.

Derek's POV

When I enter Aaliyah's room, I see her laying down on her back, exhausted. She is a sweating mess, probably because she is drunk and walked all the way home. She probably just got home. But who's car is in the driveway? Probably one of her friends. I feel extremely bad for what I said to her this morning. Knowing that I should let her sleep, I take a random blanket out of her room, and decide to sleep on the couch.
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It's Wednesday morning and it's currently pancake day. I decided to stay home from school because I know Aaliyah won't be going today considering the hangover she must have. I flip the last pancake and prepare to bring it upstairs. I open her door to be greeted by Aaliyah still sleeping in her bed. "Aaliyah," I say slowly and softly. "Wake up, baby. I made you breakfast." She tosses and turns occasionally hitting me in the face with her pillow. "I made bacon," she sits up quickly, searching her plate for the bacon. When she sees it, she grabs it quickly taking a bite. She moans and plops her head back down onto the bed.

"No baby, its 12 in the afternoon, you have to wake up," I beg her. "Since when do you care?" she looks at me furiously through a peep of her pillow. "Listen I'm so sorry for what I said yesterday. I promise I'll make it up to you," she looks at me confused then looks at the window. "Did you leave the window open last night?" she asks taking a sip of her orange juice. "No. I got home when you were sleeping and the window was already opened. I left it open because I figured that you needed some air.

You were really sweaty." She spits the juice back into her cup. "So let me get this straight. We didn't come home together?" She asks worried. "No, why?" I ask. "Nothing," she dismisses me.

I continue, "I don't know why you're acting like I shouldn't be furious with you. You lied to me. You told me that you didn't know that boy in the cafeteria!" "It's not that big of a deal," she rolls her eyes. "Yes it is a big deal, Aaliyah!" I stand. "When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me truthfully!" I snap. "I have told you many times before that you don't own me," she pauses. "My head hurts Derek, I don't want to argue with you right now. Just give me a break," she sighs. Taking a deep breath, I walk out of her room, slamming the door.
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Getting into my car, thinking of the first place to go to, I head for the strip club. Drifting off into my thoughts, I can only think about Aaliyah and how she lied to me. Even the way she was talking to those boys. One of them, seeing him in the hallway and the other guy is a mystery to me. The way they looked at her. They obviously just want to fuck and leave, but she doesn't see that. How could she be so naive? Drifting out of my thoughts, I finally notice that I'm passing my stop, I take a big u-turn into the parking lot. Stepping inside, I'm greeted by the smell of cigarettes and liquor filling my nostrils. I walk to the bar section and ask the bartender for a Jameson on the rocks.