Are You Afraid Of The Dark

Are you afraid of the dark:Chapter 18

HARRY'S POV

"Are you insane know way!". Liam shouts out.

I shrug my shoulders.

"Have a better plan?". I ask.

He bites down on his lip slightly.

"We go back to mine". He says.

"You don't think the police will check there genius". I say.

"We need to go now know complaints. It's far away, Know ones been there in years and they won't even think about going there". I say.

Without another word everyone slowly empties jades house for good.

I jump in the back seat of the car blood still covering my body.

"Are you okay Harry?". Morgan asks.

"Just burns". I mutter up.

My chest was fleshy and raw.

I should be dead, I should be in sever pain but I didn't feel anything more than a suddle burn.

I rest my head on Morgan's shoulder.

My brown tussles of curls lying carelessly on her body.

It was certain I was in need for a hair cut but I just didn't have time for it.

My hair was almost longer than Kirsty's which was rather odd.

I place my hand on my chest the bullet wounds healing at the scene.

"Your incredible". Morgan whispers quietly.

"Your quiet amazing yourself". I say back.

"Harry where am I going". Kirsty asks me.

Her driving skills weren't the best.

The car skidded across the road it was as If there was ice beneath us making us sway side to side.

Although it was the end of summer so ice or even snow wouldn't be evident at all.

"Just keep driving forward until you reach Pit St then take a left". I say to her.

Casper sat beside her in the front.

He fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

The boy was always nervous and quiet.

The couple were strange and different.

But in a way they fitted each other perfectly.

In the rear view mirror you could see Liam and the rest driving behind us.

The car steadier then ours.

"Harry I don't think I can drive li-" Kirsty mumbles.

"Your doing fine". I reassure her.

I sometimes wondered if I was immortal.

It was for sure I couldn't die while he was in me.

And what if he was in me forever.

Because he did own my soul.

But maybe there was a way I could get it back.

MORGAN'S POV

To see him lying there covered in blood and pain evident on his face hurt me.

I mean he insisted he was fine.

But being shot several times despite the circumstances must of put some effect on you.

I was beginning to feel car sick.