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Chapter 9

This chapter contains barley any p3-13 material. Just cursing. EHH

Harry searched my whole body for that tattoo. But the funny thing is that it's on the inner part of my arm by my armpit, and he looked right over that spot. He smirks, then says "Ahah! I found it!" He points at it, and I nod. His facial expression changes when he reads it.

"Never fall in love?" He says, still looking at it. I nod, then he looks saddened a little by the 4 words carved into my skin. "I was 17, Harry.. I fell in love with a guy. We dated for a year, and he dumped me as a birthday present, on my birthday. So I got a tattoo that said "never fall in love" to remind me never to fall in love.

He nods slowly. I see his eyes glisten a little, and he bites his cheek a little. "Do you love me." He says, more like a demand, than a question. "Do you?" He asks. "Yes, Harry. Of course I love you." I say, my thumb stroking the top of his hand. He smiles a little, and he kisses my cheek. "I love you." He whispers, his lips brushing my ear. I shiver at that contact, then say. "I love you too, Harry." I say, hugging him.

His skin was very warm, like abnormal warm.

"Are you feeling okay?" I ask, burying my face in his neck. "Yeah, I guess. I have a headache and my stomach hurts, but other than that I feel okay." He says. I pull away, and I feel his head. "I think you have fever." I say, his green eyes on my face. He groans, and rubs his forehead.

"Ow!" He screeches, him squeezing his eyes closed. "Harry! Harry.. Are you alright?!" I ask, cupping his cheeks. He is biting his lip, and I see some blood drip from where his teeth are ripping right through his lip.

"My.. My head." He whispers, shakily. I move his hand slowly, and see a small cut on his forehead. "Harry, how did that happen?" I ask,

"I.. Don't know.. All I remember is feeling pain, an- and then it became awful like someone was cutting my forehead." He says.

"This is strange.." I say, rubbing my temples. All of the sudden I hear voices.

"Come to the patch..." I hear a ghostly voice say. "And don't bring the boy with you." It says again, then suddenly it starts evilly cackling.

"What the hell is going on!" I yell, plugging my ears. I get out of the hot tub, and wrap the towel around my body, and go into the room, and sit on the floor, and start crying.

I hear Harry running into the room, then he sits down in front of me.

"You okay?" He asks, sighing heavily. "No! I can't stand this anymore! I just want die already! I can't stand this Harry!" I say, sobbing. He runs his fingers through his hair.

"I don't know what to say..." He says, leaning on the wall. I sob louder. "You never know what to say!" I yell, throwing my hands in the air. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it. He looks down, then starts to get up.

"I think you need to be alone.. I'll be in the living room if you need me." He says, walking out of the room. The second he closes the door, I scream, then sob loudly. I see something out of the corner of my eye.

"Harry!" I scream, feeling something grab me. "Harry! Help me!" I yell. Harry runs in the room, and anger fills his eyes, and he charges towards me, and I squint my eyes closed thinking he was going to hurt me, but instead, I see Harry grab the guy by the neck and squeeze it.

"I fucking hate you!" Harry yells in Chris's face. Harry bites his tongue, and Harry hands me his phone. "Call the police." He says. I dial 911, and they answer.

"911 what is your emergency?"

"Chris Radner keeps breaking into our house, and kidnapped me from my boyfriend, and tried to rape me, please come help us." I say.