battle scars // h.s

Chapter 28.

*Lillian POV*

“Look we don’t want any trouble.” Harry’s voice spoke flooding into my ears as he tried to reason with the men that seemed to be double his size. All my senses were on high alert and my adrenaline was pumping but I couldn’t bring myself to look at the men, Harry’s neck was much more calming.

“No you don’t want any trouble, we want the girl and everything will be fine.” One of them said and I heard the clicking of a gun behind me, most likely being pointed at my back. My hands tightened around Harry’s shirt and I tried to not cry.

“Hey now, I can't do that buddy, but why don’t you put the gun down and we can talk.” Harry tried again, and I could tell he was starting to get nervous.

An evil, bone chilling chuckle left the men’s mouths and I started to get mad. I broke out of Harry’s grasp and was running on pure fight instinct. I thought I would have been more of a flight person but now I was angry at what my life has become.

Unfortunately Harry couldn’t control my mouth and I sort of thought it would get us into more trouble, boy was I right…

“Just get lost.” I snarled at the two big men, and with no doubt in my mind did I think for one second they would listen to me. I wished they would but instead they took a few steps towards us.

“So she speaks, to bad we don’t listen to well to women.” The other man said, his voice had a slight British accent and at that moment I knew they were friends or employees rather, of Jace’s. This knocked my confidence down a few levels and I backed into Harry again looking for support.

“Trust me.” Harry whispered into my ear and I had no idea what he was talking about. “Trust me Lillian.” He said again and I squeezed his hand as my signal that,

Yes, I trust you Harry…

As soon as I did that Harry stepped in front of me and I awaited the gun fire to start. Surely they would be caught off guard by Harry’s sudden movements but what I never expected was Harry with his own gun.

“Now let’s talk…”

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We stood there for what seemed like hours in a ‘stand-off’ guns barrels staring down both sides and the tension mounting. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and texted my mum to call 911. I squinted to try to see what street we were on and barely saw it.

I looked back down at my phone and my plan was shot down when it started ringing.

“Hey what are you doing?” the man in possession of the gun yelled at me as everyone was alerted to my attempt at getting the police here. Harry turned to look at me to see if I was doing what he thought I was doing.

“Jesus are you that stupid?” Harry asked in a harsh whispered tone.

Then just like that, it was all a blur, but Harry’s body hit my front and then he dropped to the ground. I looked up and saw the gun smoking from the bullet it just launched at Harry’s chest; at least I thought it was his chest.

“Now c’mon, we ain’t going to hurt ya.” The man that just probably killed Harry said to me, as him and his worthless sidekick started my way again.

“Bullshit.” I spat, leaning down and wrapping my hand around the warm metal handle of Harry’s gun. God I really hope this isn’t Harry’s gun, hopefully he got it from someone and was just using it for protection.

“Now, now, put that down.” He said raising his up again and aiming it at my direction. My blood felt cold in my veins as I faintly heard sirens blocks away, hoping they were headed for us.