"Stay away from me," I warned hopelessly, earning a chuckle from him.
In a matter of seconds I was pinned against the wall and his hands were wrapped possessively around my waist.
"My sweet little Rosalie. We both know I can never stay away. Why d...
"You actually saw his body?" Harry asked me as we approached his house at the back of the church.
I nodded silently, still in a daze after the whole ordeal. Even though it was almost an hour later and I was no where near the graveyard, the image still haunted me. I couldn't get the picture of those sharp spikes going through Joseph's body like he was made of sponge or something.
It looked like a piece of meat on a stick about to be barbecued, minus the blood pouring out of each wound. Just thinking of it made me nauseated. I gulped down the bile that had risen in my throat and concentrated on something else, like the large cross that sat atop the church.
During the day it stood out as a symbol of hope and faith but right now amidst the darkness it looked somewhat menacing. Or maybe I was just scared shitless at the moment. I was scared because of Joseph Morden's message about his sister.
When I got back home and tried to sleep his words echoed in my mind making it impossible to relax. Sally Morden was murdered but everyone thought she was crazy. She had sustained bruises that were not on the record that only Joseph had seen. She was stalked and harassed until she finally died or took her life like everyone else thought.
It all sounded too familiar to be a coincidence and I couldn't help but feel that I was heading down that same path.
What if Zayn had killed her? And I was next?
But the fact that I was possibly a schizophrenic complicated matters further. How could I know for sure before it was too late?
And that was when I called Harry because I desperately needed someone to talk to. Thankfully he was awake as well and he had heard about Joseph too. He had even watched the video with his uncle who received a separate message from Joseph before he took his life.
When I told Harry that I was there when the police found his body he immediately offered to come and see me. Desperate for the company I had snuck out again and after that I had forced him to take me somewhere far away from my parents without their knowledge so he had brought me to his house.
I followed Harry as we got out of his car and walked to the small cottage behind the church. As far as I knew Harry's uncle had a room in the church itself so Harry and his mother had the whole place to themselves.
"You're mother at home?" I asked quietly. I didn't think she would like the idea of Harry bringing a girl to his house at this time of the night, that too on a school night.
"Night shift," He murmured while he fiddled with his keys. He found the key he was looking for and unlocked the front door quickly. He then pushed it open and gestured for me to go inside.
I hesitantly took a step inside and observed my surroundings. We were in a small room with a television, two sofas and a coffee table which I supposed was the living room.
Harry walked past me and made his way to the room on the opposite side. He then opened the door and turned my way.
"Are you planing to stand there the whole night?" He asked me, his eyebrows raised in amusement.
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