Inner Demons (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 5.

Inspiring Songs:

The Neighbourhood - Let It Go

Portishead - Roads

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  It's been a few hours since I got home. Of couse I didn't have to go to work today along with everybody else due to what I did to Joseph.

The weather is really dull. It seems like a thunderstorm is coming.

My mind feels very cloudy as well.

I'm already dressed and I've got my 'special' equipment with me : the small lethal weapon I used yesterday.

Cleaning the blood out of it was pretty relieving and almost felt like release. I don't think I still feel guilty for what I've done. Now that the knife is clean no one has any proof that I killed Joseph. No one thinks I did it anyway.

Apart from John.

Well he doesn't have proof either. He's mind though is a bit impetuous and I have to take care of it. I have to make sure no one will ever know what happened on November 19.

It's almost 9 p.m. when I decide that it's finally time.

I've found a lot of John's data so I know where his place is.

As I get in my car I turn the GPS on and type his address.

The ride is about thirty minutes far from here. Pretty much what I expected.

The ride feels long though as I check what time it is and it's only been 10 minutes since I left my house after what feels like hours of driving.

Everything's perfectly planned. I know he goes out at about 10 every night to meet Greg and some other assholes whose names I never had enough time or interest to memorize.

I'm going to follow him and when he will stop and get out of his car I'll attack him.

I am not even slightly afraid of him. He's so small compared to me.

I have the advantage of height and I worked out a lot during my first months here as I didn't have  anything else to occupy myself with.

But even if it wasn't like this I wouldn't be afraid of him.

There's something about my strength that I don't get but actually works for me. At times like this, my adrenaline rush makes my strength increase so much that I can't control it anymore and nobody else seems to be able to back it up.

My GPS lets me know that I've reached my destination and I immediately recognize his car, which is parked in front of a block of flats. I decide to park my car next to the opposite pavemen but then I decide to move it back a bit so that I can have a better view of everything that's going on .

After about 10 minutes of waiting he exits the front door of that block of flats and gets in his car. I don't know if I'm ready to do something like this. I have no time to think though. I have to be quick and precise. After all, it's for my own good , isn't it?

Before I find the time to answer any of the questions that are going through my head I find myself driving on a certain distance from John's car.

After a drive of about 5 minutes he stops his car. This is going to be easier than I tought it would be. Detroit's narrow streets will help me even more.

He just got out of his car and I can see he's heading towards a very narrow dark street.

The place seems lonely, almost abandoned and I check one last time to see if there's anyone around us.