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Chapter 7

(Harry’s POV)

 

“I want to remind you Harry, that this is business and not some love story. I don’t want anything going on between you and Annaliese.” Agent Campton demands

I wave him off, and look down.

“Don’t worry about that, she hates me anyways.”  I say glumly

“I know that you fancied her, and I’m sorry for telling you to do things that would make her be afraid of you. We just can’t afford you two having a relationship.” he says and I nod

“I understand Agent Campton.” I say dully

“You are assigned to her today and are not allowed to leave the premises.”

“Yes sir.”

 

Another agent comes and taps him on the shoulder, updating him on what’s going on. They go into a deep conversation, and I start to fade away from their presence. I walk away, ignoring the people trying to start a conversation with me. I know for sure that she hates me; and I hate Agent Campton for making me act the way I do. I’m going to use every second of this day to make her like me again.

I look over at Agent Campton and mutter, “I know I’m not allowed to like her, but that makes me like her even more.”

 

(Annaliese’s POV)

I rock back and forth with my knees pressed against my chest. My eyes are screwed shut, and I hope that when I open my eyes that I’ll be back home.

They left me in this room with only a blanket and a pillow. It’s cold- too cold in fact. I checked the temperature of the room and it was 70 degrees but it feels so much colder. My body is rigid and I can’t stand being in a small space all alone. I feel so scared and I don’t even have my dad to comfort me. My dad. He’s probably worried sick. I can’t imagine how I would be if I were in his shoes.

They took me and locked me up in here against my will. Why did this have to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? They took my phone, and they gave me no way to contact the outside world. I am completely on my own. This isn’t like the movies where my knight in shining armor is going to come save me. It’s not like that. I either give them information or I die.

The door opens and my eyes do as well. I see that it’s Harry and I back up against the wall. His face is like stone, and has no emotion. He doesn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for me when he takes my arm and yanks me up. I whimper and he orders me to walk out of the room. His hand is firm on my shoulder has he takes me out of the room to a different one. I get eyed by several agents and Harry’s grip on my shoulder tightens. His fingers push in, and I feel pain but don’t say anything.

 

When we finally get into the room, the pain is unbearable.

 

“Harry.” I grit my teeth in pain

When he ignores me, I say his name louder.

He looks at me and says, “I’m assigned to you today.”

 

My heart drops and I back away from him. Images of him holding a gun to my head pop into my mind, and the fear overcomes me again. I don’t want him to be near me. I shudder and I can see the difference in his posture. He slumps his shoulders and leans back against the wall. He looks defeated, but I don’t know why.

“Can I have someone else?” I request and he frowns.

“No,” he says firmly

“Please?” my voice shakes and he walks towards me.

 

He reaches out to touch my arm, but I recoil from his touch. My eyes start to water, and I shake my head.

 

“I just want to go home.” I start crying and he wraps his arms around me

“Don’t touch me!” I sob but he doesn’t let go of me

 

“I’m sorry.” he says

My face is pressed against his chest, and my tears stain his white t-shirt. I look up, and I can see his eyes are watering too.

 

“Sorry for what?” I croak and wipe my face with the back of my hand.

“Are you sorry for trying to rape me? Are you sorry for slitting my throat? Are you sorry for holding a gun to my head?” I yell at him, tears running down my cheeks.

 

He opens his mouth to speak, but I don’t let him say a word.

 

“Tell me you’re sorry for something!” I plead.

 

By the time I finish, my whole body is shaking and I see a tear run down Harry’s face. He still holds me against his chest, and I don’t move away for some reason. I stay put, crying into his shirt. I never wanted any of this to happen. I just want to be in the comfort of my own home. Instead, I’m here in a facility with a bunch of strangers that will murder me without a second thought.

 

“I’m sorry.” he mumbles into my hair

 “I’m so sorry this had to happen to you.” he says and I bury my head into his chest.

 

I’ve never seen this side of him before. The comforting, the sweet things murmured in my ear- I like it, I like it a lot. I wish he could be like this all the time. I wish that he wasn’t who he was and could just be the constant source of happiness I need. He’s a criminal; and I can’t love a criminal. Well, I can but I shouldn’t.

 

“I wish I was never born.” I say and he gasps.

“Why would you wish that?” he asks.

“The world would have been better off without me.”

“Don’t say that,” Harry frowns.

“Why not? You know it’s true.”

“It’s not true- not true at all.”

“Nobody cares about me so what’s the point?” I sigh in defeat.

“I care about you…” he says and I almost believe him.

 

I shake my head and look up at the beautiful boy in front of me. I wonder if someone will ever look at me the way I look at him.

 

(Harry’s POV)

 

I know she doesn’t believe a single word I say, but I don’t care. I’m going to tell her what she deserves to hear. I need to make her believe what is true. She puts all these false things in her head and she lets them control her. Her big brown eyes are bloodshot from crying, and I can’t stand to see her so upset. Why do I care about her so much? Ever since I met her I didn’t want to hurt her, but I did anyways. I’m such a sick person, I’m so lucky to have her even close to me right now.

She looks so frail and…beautiful. I wonder if she will ever see herself the way I see her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

ooh a change of point of view's how did you guys like it?