Psycho Sitter - Harry Styles COMPLETED

10.✔

Cassandra's POV

I stand above Harry with the gun pointed at him my hands slightly sweaty from nerves, he looks shocked that I have the gun ready to blow his brains out and he knows why. He shot my brother and hit me and even knocked me out, he deserves this but still, he is human.

He also should have thought of that before shooting my eight year old brother in the leg. All of a sudden Harry let out an amused laugh.

"Oh Cassandra, what on earth are you doing?" He asked looking up at me smirking.

I really didn't know what I was doing, all I wanted to do was get away from him and get Ben to a hospital and just get back to my normal life. I didn't want to shoot him but I also didn't want him to shoot one of us again so what kind of choice do I have? One, I can shoot him so me and Ben can go home and live our lives again or Two, not shoot him and possibly get shot or worse, be killed by this crazy man. Either way I'm going to be left with guilt so I just answer with the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm going to shoot you if you don't let me and my brother go." I said my hands shaking slightly.

He just laughed again, what is up with him laughing? Did I not make it clear I'm going to shoot him if he doesn't let us go? That's not really something to be laughing about when you're not the one holding the gun

"Go ahead." He said standing up holding out his arms smirking.

"Go ahead, shoot me... I dare you." I held my ground still aiming the small pistol in my shaky hands.

"Cassie." I heard Bens voice call my name, I turned to look at him.

"Save us." He said.

I smiled down at him nodding to him.

"Yes Cassie, go ahead, save him. Shoot me, blow my brains out!... Shoot me." Harry actually sounded like he wanted me to shoot him, was he crazy-

Oh wait, I'm pretty sure he is. I've never been a violent person, I never could kill any type of animal, the only thing I would kill are spiders (but who wouldn't kill them? I mean it's got eight legs!) but he's not a spider. He's a person, a living breathing person who has family and friends, people that care about him. He's just... Troubled. I can't kill a person but I need to save Ben, I need to protect him.

"Go ahead, make the same mistake I did. It's not like you'll regret it all your life." He said sarcastically.

What did he mean the same mistake?

"The thing we have in common, if you shoot me, is neither one of us knew who we were shooting... I didn't even know he was my father." My mouth fell agape.

H-he shot his father? His head was hung low laughing at himself.

"Why?..." I asked stepping closer to him.

He looked up at me and said,

"He hurt someone I love-loved." He quickly changed his words when he realized what he had said.

"But it doesn't matter now." He finished.

"I'm sorry."

"Like I said, it doesn't matter now."

"Go ahead, if you're going to shoot me there's no need in waiting around all day." I took a step back, I can't do this.

I can't take a life knowing I'll live with that all my life, knowing I killed someone.

"I-I c-can't." I admitted sitting down putting my head in my hands dropping the gun beside me.

I just couldn't kill someone. I felt him leaning down and whispering in my ear.

"Stupid, stupid girl." He grabbed the gun standing back up, I looked up at him.

"Get up." He ordered.

"Why?" I asked

"We're leaving town."