My Assassin

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

I felt someone nudge me on the side. It was a light nudge but one strong enough to wake me up.

"We're here," Harry mumbled to me.

Still dazed from my sleep, I scanned outside to find the sky was tinged with amber. Sunset, just like he promised. I noticed birds, possibly seagulls, flying across the scenery.

"Portsmouth?" I guessed.

"Yes, Portsmouth."

"Where are we going to stay?"

"At this B&B we're parked near. Come on." He reached back to grab his bag from the back seat and pulled it out.

"H-Harry?"

"Yes?"

"You know when you were talking on the phone yesterday? About Ramones? W-what... Did he..." I trailed off, afraid to ask.

"Spit it out."

"What happened to his heart?" I blurted quickly.

Silence.

"What's your reason in asking such a question?" He vexed with confusion.

"The news. They said when they found his body, his heart was missing," I shuddered at the possibilities yet hoped, prayed, that it wasn't Harry's doings. "It's a bit strange, don't you think? That wasn't you right?"

Nothing.

He simply stared into my hopeful eyes with no emotion, just contemplation. I couldn't maintain the eye contact so I turned my gaze down to my knotted fingers which trembled on my lap as a heavy flow of blood flushed my cheeks.

"You're blushing," he pointed out, "Stop being so embarrassed."

The pink in my cheeks refused to cease.

"The B&B's check in time closes at seven; we better get going," he muttered before swiftly leaving the car and taking his bag with him.

I sighed. "Good talk," I muttered for my own amusement. I'm such a weird child, though I am technically an adult but adults are merely large children.

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After a four minute walk or so, we strolled through the entrance of a seemingly-isolated, one star bed and breakfast which had some cringe worthy name; Harry really knows how to treat a girl. I wonder if he'd ever taken other girls he kidnapped to a run-down B&B.

Don't be preposterous Chelsea.

"Terry! We have guests!" A woman in her late-sixties yelled at a man who was dusting the table by the lift.

"Stop yelling at me woman!" The man screamed back as he fixed his hearing-aid.

"Why! Are we in the presence of a young couple?" The woman, with the name tag 'Carol' gushed.

I was about to deny it when Harry beat me to speaking.

"You are indeed, mam. Chelsea and I are just visiting the coast to get away from city life for a day or so."

My mouth helplessly dropped and I was spellbound once more. Did he just tell her that we're a co- dare I say it - couple?! Maybe I'm the one desperately in need of a hearing-aid after all.

"Oh, how lovely! Terry, why don't you take me on romantic getaways like that?!" She scrutinised the poor man.

Sounds like someone's in the dog house tonight.

"What are you talking about, woman? I took you to that doughnut place the other week, didn't I?"

"Krispy Kreme? We only stopped there to use the staff's toilet! How bloody romantic you are!"