Damn You.

Chapter one

Harrys POV

                      I let the burning whiskey slid down my throat as I sit at the counter of the dead ass bar.

My mind is in a million different places, maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s just me going insane from all the hectic bullshit the cruel world has brought to me in the last 24 hours.

I have nobody left, everyone I thought would never leave did and it put me in the position I am now, sitting at a shitting bar in the middle of New York drinking my life away. 

Bringing me back to reality the bartender snaps me out of my deep thought on how my life is fucked, “You’re a bit drunk and we are closing up for the night, want me to call you a cab?” she says while trying to fake a weak smile

Without looking at her, focused on my last bit of whiskey I ignore her question getting up and stumbling through the glass doors of the small building.

                    Fumbling for my car keys in the back pocket of my torn up jeans I pull them out unlocking my car. Opening the drives seat I get in starting the old piece of crap. It doesn’t worked, “Fuck!” I scream hitting my hands against the steering wheel grasping it then resting my pounding head on it for a second.

It seems like everything that could go wrong is happening to me, I blame my sins, and God is punishing me for the mess I have created.

That’s when I began to feels warm salty tears streaming down my face. I haven’t cried since I was a young boy but coming into realization this is who I become it’s hard not to.

Lifting my head up bringing myself back together I get out of the car. Reaching for my phone I remember I left it back at my apartment. Thinking of other options I began to walk not having in the slightest clue of where I’m headed, too drunk to think correctly.

        

             New York is a much more frightening place at night especially since I am nowhere even close to the city. It is silent, only the sounds of the passing cars fill my ears. I wonder about if the people in the cars take notice to me walking alone. I wonder if they even care. Why would they though? I mean shit to them.

That’s when I hear I terrific screak up a head to my right. I slow down my pace for I do not wish to encounter whoever or whatever that was, but I am forced to when I am pushed to the ground by a larger man about 5 years older than me.

“Watch where the fuck you are going.” I spit as I get up running my fingers through my long dark hair

My eyes go right to the man’s hands as I readjusted myself. I curse under my breath as I take notice in the object he has aimed right at me, a gun.

I tilt my head back closing my eyes getting ready for the worse. I hear the gun go off but I’m still standing in the same stance I was in just before, impossible I think to myself reopening my eyes to find the most unexpected thing.

The man faced down dead on the cold concreate. I put my attention to the young women standing in on the other side of the now deceased man.

I pay close notice to her body gestures. I could tell she was just a horrified as I was, looking at me in pure shock not knowing what to do next.

All she does is fall to her knees repeating 3 words over and over, “I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.”

She was in pain yet I was not in an any better state to help or feel for anyone but myself. It was incredibly selfish of me, it was also the truth.

I wasn’t going to stick around waiting for someone to call the police getting me in even more trouble than I already am.

I started to run as fast as I could, quickly leaving before I was seen but something hit me, my mind told me I need to go back, I did just that.

  

         The young women is still lying there covered in tears, blood from the man’s lifeless body is on her hands. My only thought at this point is we need to leave.

I don’t think she even saw me standing there because when I went to grab her to go the startle in her eyes was raging. Not forming a complete sentence she tries to mumble something I just barley hear, “I killed him, he’s gone.” Before I have time to respond I hear the blaming sirens of the cop cars.

I rushed to grab any remaining evidence while also holding this stranger in my arms, quickly bolting as fast as I could down the dark alley to our right, and with that we disappear into the streets of New York.

My only wish in this moment was to go unnoticed, and we did.

A.NOTE

Hello everyone, i am the author of "Damn you." I just wanted to tell everyone my intentions for this story. It will be very suspenseful. I have been writing for a while now so I feel this one will be my favorite to write. I know Chapter one is short but it was meant to give an idea. I update every other day but my studies come first. Hope you all enjoy.

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