Hide and Seek h.s

Chapter 9

Harry's pov

I stormed up the stairs, trying not to let my anger get to me.

Keep your emotions locked in Harry, otherwise they will take over.

Bethan was the first person I had talked to (besides my mother and Anna) in over 5 years.

She was stunningly pretty. I felt a sudden protectiveness over her. That needed to stop. I couldn't get to know her. Not now, not ever.

No one could know about me or my past. Even my current state of mind. If people found out I would be locked up again like a caged animal.

Not that anyone would want to know me. No one knew about me. No one cared. Not my mother, not Anna.

I suddenly remembered that I had left Bethan alone downstairs in my house. Oh fuck.

I ran downstairs and saw that she wasn't where I had left her. I noticed that the front door was shut.

She left.

I'm not surprised considering I freaked out and ran upstairs. I can't help myself.

I suddenly became very worried. She's out there alone in the dark. If that ridiculously arrogant boyfriend of hers had taken her home with him I wouldn't be having this problem.

Why was it a problem?

Why did I care about this obnoxious, sweet, pretty, arrogant girl that had showed up rudely on my doorstep?

She didn't care about me. Why would she? I'm just a freak of nature. A mentally challenged criminal. Not that she knows that.

I often snuck out of my house away from Anna and my mother. It gave me a sense of relief to know that I'm not trapped. I feel free. Physically free at least. My mind is trapped in the past. The psychologists all told me the same shit. Gave me the same medication. Gave me Anna to help with everything. Nothing worked.

I stuffed my feet into my scuffed up boots and set off. I needed to find Bethan and make sure she was okay. I don't know why.

I walk down the slightly defined footpath. Stumbling a bit in the darkness. I looked down and saw small footprints. Bethan's footprints.

I felt like such a creep following her footprints but oh well. I am a creep.

They came to a stop near the small country road. I hadn't gone any further than this. I always stayed in the woods. It was safe there. I looked across the road and saw a large, gothic house. Was this Bethan's house?

I walked slowly and cautiously across the road and around the back of the house. What if this wasn't her house? I had made this mistake before and where had that got me.....locked up.

I looked up and saw a light on in an upstairs bedroom. Without thinking I bent down, picked up a small pebble and lobbed it at the window.

Shit Shit Shit!!!!

Why the fuck did I do that? It's probably not her house and-

My thoughts were stopped as a tired looking Bethan appears at the window. She saw me and her eyes went wide.

Shit!

A/N~ hiiii, this was really long! Sorry :)

I wanted Harry's pov to be long because I want to explain everything clearly from his pov.

He's very complex so yeah

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