Pills //HS (COMPLETED) ✔

Ch-48 : Little version of Ruby 😳

"You want my help or not? I remember you're the one asking for it first but I just wanted something in return. And I can do that without you." I say with a stern tone and walk away from her. This girl is really annoying.

I look for Harry everywhere until I came across him alone in front of the dorm room. He has a sad look on his face and his lips are in a pout with his arms crossed against his chest. I place my hand on his shoulder. "What did Louis do now?" I ask him.

He shakes his head and looks down into my eyes hesitantly. He looks away not able to my meet my eyes. I grab his shoulder and cupping his chin I make him face me. "Tell me," I order him this time. He gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing as he flicks his eyes at me. "Please don't be angry. I promise I'll return Olivia today."

"What are you talking about?" I ask him. My head turns to the door and I look back at Harry. I push him away and go to open the door when Harry comes in between. "I promise I'll return Olivia to Taylor. Please, don't do anything about it or be angry at me. I'll clean up the mess." He rambles and gives me puppy eyes.

"Don't fucking show me that eyes! Now, let me in Harry." I shout at him and push him away.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt my body raging hot in anger. All the curtains and bed sheets are being scratched off. The vase is broken on the floor with its pieces scattered everywhere. Well, that wasn't the thing that made me angry.

My pills from the suitcase are scattered everywhere on the floor from its boxes. I grab on the doorknob tightly and clench my eyes close. I feel my arms being tugged on by Harry as he mumbles, "I'm sorry. I'll clean it up."

I shake my head and don't say anything. I hate myself for being so angry at such a small matter. But this matter is my life support. I'm not even a human, who am I kidding? I'm a fucking organism that was made with a purpose to serve my masters. Not to trust someone. Not to romantically involved with someone. Just to kill.

But I trust Harry more than anything and I might even fall for him, hard and pathetically. And I will be happy but he won't be. Cause I'm not like everyone else.

I enter the room as I stumble on my feet slightly. Without looking at Harry or anything in the room, I pick up the pills fast in the boxes. "Let me help you." Harry sits down beside me and picks up the pills.

I swat his hand away and give him a deadly glare. "Don't. Touch. Them." I grit my teeth and continue my job quickly.

"I'm sorry. Listen, I-I just-"

"SHUT UP!" I yell at him and he looks at me startled for a moment before nodding his head.

"Meow." The cat steps out of the bathroom and looks around the room before its eyes fall on me. I glare at Harry and bring out the gun from my back pocket. "Take this out or else I'll kill it." I grit through my teeth.

He nods and picks the cat up in his hand before heading out of the room. He closes the door on him. As soon as I thought that he was gone far I drop my face in my hand and let out a scream. "Fuck!"

The poor lad has no fault. He just wanted a cat.

I move my hand away from my face and pick up the rest of the pills slowly. "I know. Normal people tend to love pets." I mumble and fix my briefcase and arrange the boxes pills against one another.

Hey! Your normal, babe. Don't put yourself down.

"I'm far from normal. I hate kids. I hate pets. I hate people. I hate living from place to place. But I love guns. I love blood. I love to kill. I love to get angry. How am I normal?" I ask, my fingers running through my short hair in anger.