Fatima's P.O.V.
"Where exactly is the grocery store?" I ask out of breath. He said it was around the corner. Fucking liar. I am literally crawling on the sidewalk like a zombie.
"We are nearing it. Just a few minutes."
"You said that ten minutes ago. Ten!"
"Don't get your knockers in a twist, love."
Motherfucker. Don't get your balls in a twist. Oh wait you don't have any.
"I can hear you." Harry growls.
You were supposed to.
Not even a second later I found myself pressed against a wall, big warm hands wrapped around my throat.
"Don't you fucking speak to me like that. I dont give a damn if you are my mate. You disrespect me I hurt you."
I can feel my body growing numb because of no circulation going through my veins.
Please stop choking me.
"Just a few more seconds babe. You need to learn your lesson."
I now really understand how you are not an angel no more.
"Oh really? Enlighten me." He laughs in bittersweet humor.
Because you are the devil himself.
His dark green eyes lock with mine. For a split second I read hurt but, then they return to anger.
I have no idea how he could be broken yet happy an hour prior and then angry and abusive the next. Then it dawns in my mind.
Harry is bipolar.
Bifuckingpolar.
I have never been in favor of people whom suffer this disease. I have had my history with a bipolar person. My uncle to be exact.
He scarred me for life as a child and so did his wife. They were know to me as the 'Tag Team'. They both broke me but, made me stronger and I have high respect for them because of it.
My conscious is roaming all over the things I have learned in the course of a few hours.
1) Harry is bipolar.
2) We are 'meant for each other'
3) Number 2 is bullshit.
4) I am an immortal and I gain powers because of 'us' being together.
5) I would rather get hit by a bus then be choked by a psychopath.
6) I miss my home, family, and friends.
7) I want to kill Harry.
8) Run Harry over with a bus full off bombs. That'll teach him not to mess with me. Prick.
9) Act like a 'good girl'.
10) Scratch out 9. Act bitchy and bad to piss him off on purpose so he can kill me.
My mental list can go on ages but that is most of all I have learned in the past three hours. Not bad. Not bad at all.
I feel my eyes grow heavier and my breathing shorten.
I'm gonna pass out or probably die. I can feel it.
"Hey! Harry fuck off of the girl!" I heard a faint familiar voice yell. As the figure nears and the bulky body is recognized as well as his voice, it's Liam. Harry's step brother.
Things just love to worsen by the minute.
Harry's facial expressions twist into anger and a twinge of jealousy. He is pissed.
This side of Harry is so intimidating yet very attractive. Is that even possible? Apparently yes.
"Harry you are killing her!" Growled Liam.
Harry did not listen. Why would he? It's Liam.
Instead of loosening the pressure he just added more to it, tightening my neck even more.
Except this time I didn't fight back.
I passed out.
Completely.
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