Lessons of Love

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As I look back on that night, I should've known Harry was a killer. A destroyer. He not only killed me but destroyed everything about me, except the part that wanted to keep on loving him. I couldn't and I wouldn't. I would never go back to the girl I was that night. Scared.

But oh, I was so wrong. So naïve. So innocent.

As the killer looked right back at me, I only imagined what else he was able to do. He looked at me with eyes full of venom as he wiped his bloody knuckles off his flannel shirt. If I was in a completely different situation right now, I would say that with the moonlight hitting face perfectly and his black ink seeping through thin white tee shirt, I would say Harry was- no is-definitely is attractive. I got that feeling again, the one you know when something bad is going to happen, this time I couldn't shake it off. This time I knew I couldn't run from it. This time, I would have to face it one day.

My fall would be inevitable. Just like Harrys.

Harry.

I looked back into his eyes, hoping I would find Harry, but I found more than Harry. I found vulnerable Harry, but only for a second as anger flashed his features once more. He started walking out of the alleyway, he didn't have to look back to know I was following him because he knew I would. I didn't know what else to do. His deep breathing could be heard from where I was walking, which was approximately two feet behind, his hands were rummaging throughout his hair, if I were him I would stop before I would tear a single curl from my head. But I am not him. I am me, and at this moment I am scared for me. For the impending moment that is about to happen with killer Harry.

I was yanked out of my thoughts as I was shoved against a brick wall, my body screamed in agony and fell, as my head thought about how deathly scared I was now as killer Harry towered over my fallen body.

"Didn't I tell you to stay put?"

I didn't trust my own voice, as I felt my own throat shrivel, and tears threatened to spill out any second now, but I wouldn't allow it. So I went with my only option left since I didn't trust my voice, I nodded.

"What was that?" He said as he put one of his hands on his hips and the other on his ear, thinking that would make me speak. It didn't, but I knew I had to or he would force my own words out of me.

"Yes" I said quietly as I let the cold breeze carry my voice.

He finally looked pleased as he stretched out his arm for me to take. I denied. I no longer wanted his help as I slowly got up, looked him right in the eyes and walked right past him. It didn't take a few seconds for him to process what I was doing, walking away from him, far far far away.

"Hey, get back here"

No. No. NO.

"Lilith" I quickened up my pace, but Harrys legs were longer than mine, in no time was he caught up with me. I spun around and accidently slammed right into his stone hard chest.

"Look just take me home and leave me alone"

He sighed while running his fingers though his hair.

I can't exactly leave you alone though is what I thought I heard him mumble before I started walking off again. He can though, and he should - no he has to. As we were walking back to the car in silence I forgot about the bleeding man we-he left behind. I should've helped him. What was that whole talk with Harry about though? What did he mean he was going to 'fall?' I was all too nervous, frightened and anxious to ask them but I wanted answers already. No, I needed them. As we made it to his car, I noticed the party was still going on even without one of it's main frat guys there to host the party.