Love & Forbidden secrets.

Chapter three

"How could you do this to me?"  he asks, walking up further and further up the road.

"I...I..I'm so sorry. I never meant to... I was drunk and-" I stand there, in the middle off the road, the darkness sorounds me and my eyes start to sting, the tears dropping on to my cheek making me flinch.

"You're sorry? You're fucking Sorry? You think you can just run away to New York and pretend it never happened?!" He says. Blood is dripping from his face and he has red eyes, his clothes are covered in mud and he's screaming in my face. 

"Sorry doesn't make up for taking my life does it? You're not getting away with it Natalie! You're guilty!"

I'm frozen, I can't move, I can't even speak anymore. 

He wraps his hand around my neck, I want to move, but I can't. His rough hands are tight on my neck. I can't breath. My mind is saying 'get off! please! I can't breath!' but nothing is coming from my mouth. 

"You're guilty! You're guilty! You're guilty!"

I sit up and I find my body drenched in sweat, the covers are sticking to me. My hair is wet and my eyes are wet, I've even been crying in my sleep. I look at the clock and it's 3:56am . 

I swear I can still feel his hands on my neck. His pale face but blooded face haunts me, even in the living. His words "YOU'RE GUILTY!" make me want to pull myself and turn myself in to the nearest police station.

No. Natalie. You are strong! What happened wasn't even my fault anyway! 

I have a feeling, no, I know I won't be able to fall asleep back on my own. I walk over to my hand bag that is sat on my desk chair, I pull out my sleeping pills. I forgot to take them so that's probably why my nightmare was even worse than how they normally are. I don't even bother to take them with water, I just try to dry swallow them.

I set my head back on to the pillow, and I take my pyjama bottoms off and pull the duvet to the bottom off the bed.

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'But when I look back now, this song is gonna' last forever..' 

I lean over and hit dismiss on my phone, I really must change my ring tone. 'Summer of 69' is my favourite song, why set it as my alarm just to become annoyed by the sound off it.

The time is '11:28'  on my phone so I have obviously been hitting snooze on my alarm without realising, and I mentally scold myself for sleeping this long, those sleeping pills work well.

Then I remember what I will be doing today, and I can't help but feel excited.

Excited because I'm looking forward to seeing this beautiful city.

'haha yeah, the city you're excited to spend time with? Sure.'  my subconcious teases me.

I grab my wash bag with my tooth brush, tooth paste, facial wash and flannel to quickly freshen up and head to the bathroom after putting on some shorts.

I figure that Harry is ready and most probably waiting in the kitchen for me.

I'm still half asleep and don't even to bother to think if someone is in the bathroom.

I swing open the door and drop everything in my wash bag. 

Harry is standing there, with a towel around his waste, staring at me as if to say 'excuse me I just got out off the shower'