Bitten

Chapter 3

Life is gonna take a turn of events in this chapter.

There might be a little swearing.

*High pitched voice* S-swearing.

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[Harry's P.O.V]

I slumped down on the sofa in my tiny apartment. It's edges were tattered and the bright red colouring had long since faded.

I glanced down, and could remember laughing and opening Christmas presents with his family surrounding him. He grimaced.

Turning on the TV, I looked at the channels. The news would distract me for a while.

"Let's see what new fucking war is going on in this stupid world." I chuckled.

My eyes widened as I heard the news story and my mind clouded.

"Shit, shit, SHIT!"

I shouted loudly and threw the remote at the wall, causing it to smash.

"Ah, fuck."

Swearing again I stomped over to the pieces of debris and roughly picked them up. I didn't care that they were cutting my fingers. Nothing like that mattered anymore. I didn't have anyone to care about me anyway.

I thought of Larka and immediately banished her from my mind. This was more important.

Much more important.

I'd have to be more careful, why did this always happen to ME. What had I done?

Many things.

Don't think about it.

I let out a whimper, then sighed. Looking back at my childhood, no wonder I had made a mess. Now I was trying to get away from it.

But what if I was found out?

I sighed again and chucked the pieces of remote in the bin underneath the sink which now held my tattered and bloody clothing.

On the table were the remains of a hunk of lambs meat. I grabbed it and broke it in half. I couldn't take it anymore.

I had to go for a walk, maybe it'll calm my nerves.

"Hopefully." I whispered quietly and sadly.

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[Larka's P.O.V]

I was sat having breakfast, my mum, dad and little brother sat around the table.

"I can't eat anymore, mum."

I just wasn't hungry, as odd as it sounds, I was worrying about Harry. My mum glanced at my plate and sighed.

"Larka, you have left almost half of it," She looked worried. "Are you alright?"

I looked up and nodded. I wouldn't tell her anything. She wouldn't understand and probably get the police involved or something.

But wouldn't that be better?

No. I wanted to be able to get closer to Harry. Well, no. I wanted to understand him.

"Ok, ok. I'll put it to the side and you can eat it later."

I grimaced, but didn't object. If I didn't eat it now, I wouldn't eat it later.

"Ok, you can leave the table."

I smiled. Walking past my brother, he leaned past on his chair and poked me.

"Larka?"

Although he was annoying sometimes, he could be adorable.