Off The Ice

Chapter 49

(This chapter will go back and forth between Harry and Sutton's point of view so you can see what they're both doing at the same time everything is going down. Also, if you listen to Never Let Me Go by Florence + The Machine while reading this chapter you may cry. Idk but I did lol.)

Harry's POV

"Well it's a good thing we're on the top floor of the building. That means they'll take a little while searching every room. I bet that pretty blonde who called neglected to tell them what floor I was on." Jake has since ditched the glass and has taken to just taking small swigs out of the bottle of liquor he dived into ten minutes ago. He takes sips small enough so he won't get drunk very fast but big enough for him to taste the alcohol.

"Listen here asswipe-" Hastings gets cut off by Jake.

"No you listen here," he says firmly. "I already told you that you two will shut up and stay quiet while I play victim or else you, me, and every bomb squad member in this building will get blown to bits in seconds."

"Okay, what the fuck did I ever do to you, huh? Please fucking enlighten because I don't have a fucking clue!!" I yell. "You told me that I know what I did but I fucking don't!!! So before you kill me, at least find the decency to tell me why."

"You want to know why Harry? You want to know what you did? You got out. You told me- no, you promised me- that we were getting out together; you promised me that we were friends and that we were in it together because we both knew what it felt like to be crazy and not normal!"

"You're plotting to kill him because he broke some stupid Best-Friendship Pact??" Hastings asks, clearly confused.

"He can't help it," I say in an awe-struck tone as I stare at him with astonished eyes. I can't believe I forgot. "He's a sociopath."

"Okay I know what that means, but I don't know what that means so someone explain it to me," Hastings says.

"A sociopath lacks empathy, they're cynical, and they don't care if anyone else suffers. They're heavily opinionated and self-assured; cocky. They feel that ordinary work and people are beneath them and they don't care about their ordinary problems or anyone else's."

"Harry that sounds a lot like you," Hastings says slowly.

"That's because another name for sociopathy is Antisocial Personality Disorder. Which Harry here has," Jake says with a smirk.

"True, but I have acute APD. Acute APD is a factor in sociopathy but sociopathy is way worse," I explain. "He can't help that he wants to kill me over something so stupid, he's just that sick. Which is why you need to be put back in the institution, Jake. You're not healthy."

"Fuck that, I am! I'm just as healthy as you are!"

"Jake you're not!! I got myself together, I got under control!!! I took my medication, I went to that stupid therapy that they made me do!! I listened to them so I could get out of that bloody place and I will not apologize for looking after myself!!"

"YOU PROMISED ME!!!" he yells. I know for sure that the people searching the building have heard him now which is exactly what I want. I want them to hear us because the minute they're coming through that door I'm turning him in and I will make sure he can't cover his tracks. He's the one wearing the fucking bomb after all. "Now you two are going to sit down and shut the fuck up while I concentrate on creating a new plan."

Hastings and I sit down on the couch because even if he only wants to kill me, he's crazy enough to where he would actually blow the place up. He's fucking mental.

Two minutes later there is a pounding on the door and Jake scrambles to connect the wires on the bomb, starting a countdown before the door gets kicked in. A bomb squad runs in and when they spot us and Jake, the man with the bomb strapped to his chest, they point their guns at him. "No wait, please!! These guys were threatening me!!! I woke up and I had this strapped to my chest!!! I can't stop the countdown, please help!!!"