Chapter 11

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Rustle. Rustle.

‘Harry?’ A deep manly voice came from the other side of the bush. ‘I know you’re in there, and you brought her. Good job.’

‘Harry, what is he on about?’ I whispered into his ear; frightened for what may happen.

Harry whispered back explaining that when he’ll say a specific word; I must run to the nearest open store and stay there. But this is no ordinary running, I have to sprint. I don’t sprint.

‘I don’t know what you’re on about.’ Harry replied the man.

‘Give yourself some dignity, stand up. And make your little toy stand too.’ The voice answered Harry’s reply.

There’s my queue.

3…

2…

1…

‘Sir Damien,’ Harry stood up. I sprinted across the park as fast as my legs could take me; I got half way through the park. I couldn’t help but turn my head slightly to see what was going on behind me and what was going on with Harry.

Not like I care…Right?

I turned my head…

He’s not there.

I stopped running.

Where the fuck did he go?

I turned a full 360 degrees, seeing no-one.

BUMP!

‘Ow!’ Someone bashed my head.

I turned around. No-one.

180 degrees.

A young man approached me, short dark hair, very broad, I guess around 27 years old.

’25 actually.’ He spoke a very deep and manly voice.

Wait.

Was.

That.

Sir Damien?

He is cute!

Wait, shut up.

Did. He. Just?

‘Yes.’ He spoke very sternly. ‘Do you want to see your boyfriend again?’

Boyfriend? I'm single you butt-cheek.

‘I'm single, don’t have a boyfriend.’ I said trying to look for Harry, what happened to him?

I turned around so I wasn’t facing Damien, I didn’t see anyone.

BASH!!

Pitch black.

That’s all I saw.

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