TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 22

 "Sarah, please tell me that this is just another one of my nightmares. Do you realize that just a couple weeks ago this guy beat you to a fucking pulp? You can't be serious right now, this is not the Sarah I know." "There never was a Sarah that you knew, or ever will know. You created this Sarah, Harry,you created this demon inside of me.

Sarah's P.O.V

"Get your shit and let's go." Harry growled in my face. I pulled my arm from his grip and walked out the door. "Get in the car, right now. You have some explaining to do." Harry sighed. "I am not getting in your car. I'm walking home and you have a lot of nerve to say that I'm the one who has explaining to do." I yelled as he got closer to me. "I will explain everything to you once we get to your house, but right now just get your ass in the fucking car!" he spat at me. "I don't need to be treated like this." I mumbled as the tears brimmed my eyes. I turned around and began to walk away. After moving just a couple feet, my knees gave out and I was now on the ground as the tears uncontrollably fell down my cheeks. "Sar..." Harry whispered as he sat down next to me. "Don't touch me." I cried as he tried to place his arm around me. He didn't listen, all he did was pull me into his chest. "I'll explain right now, if you want me to." He whispered against the top of my head. I didn't respond to him, he continued on his own. "That bet, that bet was the stupidest decision I ever made in my life, yet it was one of my best. If I wouldn't have joined that stupid shit, then I would never have had you. That night to me it was a bet, but by the next morning I already caught myself falling for you. By the second day, it wasn't a bet to me anymore. I didn't want to believe it, but as days passed you overpowered me. The bet stated that I had one month to get in your pants and if you didn't notice, I didn't take away your virginity until that month was over. I waited 2 months, do you understand how hard that was for me? My feelings for you got so strong that just by the smell of you I got a boner." he admitted. "And how am I supposed to believe you? How am I supposed to believe anything you've ever told me?" "I don't blame you for thinking that way, but everything I ever told you is just the story of my life." "This doesn't mean I forgive you." I mumbled. "But it gets me somewhere better, doesn't it?" He sadly whispered. "Not by much." I admitted. "And why not?" "I don't know, maybe because you humiliated me in front of everyone by telling them how hard you fucked me and shit and how I screamed your name." I coldly stated. "Sar..." "Save it. Just take me home, please." I quickly said as I stood up and got into the passenger seat of his car as he remained sitting on the sidewalk. He ran his hands through his curls and the windows of the car muffled the scream that escaped his lips. "FUCK!" he screamed as he stood up and casually walked over to the car and got in. "My place or yours?" He asked. "Not like that..." he corrected himself. "Where do you think?" I stated the obvious. He remained silent and I could tell that it hurt him, but he deserves it. We pulled up to my house and I hesitated before getting out. Should I invite him in? Should I let him stay the night? He interrupted my thoughts by rolling down his window and saying "Sarah, are you okay?" "Yeah...I..I'm fine, sorry." He nodded and watched me walk inside before driving away. I slid down the wall and began to cry again. I pulled out my phone and dialed the number that's been replaying in my head since he dropped me off. "Sar, are you okay?" he asked once again. "Can you please come over?" "I'm on my way." About 15 minutes passed before the door finally opened and Harry stood there with his arms up in surrender. I stood there confused before he looked me in the eyes and mouthed "Run." Before I could obey his silent order, Stan walked out from behind him with a gun pointed to Harry's head. My head finally put two and two together and I ran. Before I knew it, an unexplainable pain struck me. I fell to the floor with my breath no longer in my lungs. Crimson soon spread throughout my shirt. "Sar!" Harry screamed as he used all his force to run to my numb body on the floor. "What do you know?" Stan yelled at me. "I don't know what your talking about..." I breathlessly whispered. "She knows nothing!" Harry screamed. "You're gonna be okay. It's only your shoulder. You'll be okay, baby." Harry panicked as he removed his shirt and pushed down on my wound. I winced in pain as I began to lose consciousness. "I want my money, Harry. If you don't get it to me. You're little love interest will have one of those holes straight through her head and I'll be sure to not walk away until she's takes her last breath." I watched Stan walk out the door and the last thing I remember seeing was Harry's face above mine mumbling that he loves me, his words and lips moving in slow motion before I couldn't hear anything anymore and everything in my vision was just a blur.