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Chapter Three; Eating at Old Meat
|| There's a new character in this chapter; William. Check casting to see who plays him (; ||
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Cally's POV
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Harry threw me on the floor of his room, slamming the door. As he came close with the knife I backed up to the wall.
"No", I whimpered lowly, but he still crouched down. His smile just grew as he cupped my face with his left hand and held the knife against my other cheek with the other.
"You'll be a great wife" Harry muttered, pushing some hair out of my face.
"So precious.. but I can't cut you up tonight. Sorry to disappoint you, darling." Harry gave me a apologetic look as if what he just said made sense.
My jaw dropped, and I just couldn't believe this. There's something truly wrong with him.
I pushed him away and scooted over.
"Come on, we need to get a quick rest." Harry threw the knife on the stand then pulled me to the bed and layed down; expecting me to get in I suppose, but I just lied down next to the bed. Thankfully he didn't argue though, just turned to face me as I laid on the floor.
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It's 2am.
Harry hasn't killed me yet. We're actually walking up a hill, and I don't know where we're going. He just keeps saying, "we're going to meet at the top" , but I still don't know what he's talking about.
Slowly, but surely we got to the top of the overbearing hill.
"Harry, it's two in the morning, there's no one up here what are we doing?" I sighed, trying to catch my breath.
"We are waiting" he looked down at his phone. "Give it five minutes"
I sighed, sitting down. This man has serious issues. Why is he so delusional?
"Well, actually he's here now I guess." Harry said, pulling something out of his pocket. Boots moved in front of Harry and I matched them up to a guy carrying two duffle bags.
"I ran out of thigh meat by the way so if you want more next time i'd get me more thighs." The man spoke.
"I will make sure of it. Here I'll carry one, and she'll carry one. Here's your money." Harry handed the man his money and took a duffle bag from him.
I need to get out of here before he uses my thighs..
"Grab the other one, Cally" Harry looked at me weirdly. I sighed, snatching the bag from the man.
"Cut out that ugly attitude, or I'll cut it out, literally. Anyways, William, Danny is coming over in a little while, would you like to join?" Harry gave his friend a small -and I mean very small- smile.
"Oh, sure." The William guy smiled.
"Alright, let's go."
Harry and William were quiet the whole way back to Harry's house, and I'm thankful because both urk me. We're almost to the door and I'm so tempted to just make a run for it, but can I run faster than them? Probably not.
I pretended to yawn, stopping. Harry was walking behind me, so he stopped too.
"It's okay, we'll be able to rest soon enough, honey." He patted the back of my shoulder, telling me to keep walking.
