Bad Reputation

//Chapter Fifteen//

Harry
I sat down on the couch next to Louis as he smoked his second joint.
I sighed and rubbed my face with my palm, as I felt Louis gaze on me.
"What's up, mate?"he said, letting his nostrils seize the air being blown out of his mouth, then he handed me a joint as I shook my head, I wasn't in the mood to be high.
"Belle,"i said, wondering off into my thoughts.
"The young lass? She was a nice one, banged her yet?"he said, raising an eyebrow.
"No! She's messing with my head, Philip's been messaging her, she knows Louis, I don't know what to do!"i cried, slumping back, my body fitting into the couch, feeling exhausted from chasing people or killing people, or even living my life like this.
"Mate, she won't tell, she can't. She likes you, I know you do as well,"Louis said, dabbing the butt off his joint.
"No she doesn't, no girl can like me. They're all too afraid, of me."I sighed, covering my face with my hands then stretching my arms out, yawning for about the hundredth time today.
"You look tired,"Louis chuckled.
"Good work, Sherlock."I joked, as he rolled his eyes then shoving the old joint into the ash tray and swatted his hand to rid of the spare smoke.
"Go to bed curls,"he laughed, standing up and smacking my arm while walking out the living room.
"Where you going?"i yelled as I heard keys jingling and the door opening.
"Zayn needs me, we've got some business to do with Kyle,"he yelled, as the door slammed closed.
I slumped off the couch and headed upstairs to get to bed, as I yawned on the way up.
I opened my bedroom, the door swinging open then contracting back to the frame like a magnet as I laid on my bed. My eyelids started to contact together, as my mind drifted towards Belle, her frightened face when she realised the gun pointed to her ribs. I must admit not a lot of people defeat me by escaping on foot, but Belle. She was fast, she was worthy of becoming us.
Belle
I finished my newly created drawing, of a mermaid.
I shadowed it's glistening gills and scales in, her hair blue as the sky on a summer day and her tiny shell bra, the colour of a golden yellow matching opposite colours with her deep blue tail. Next to her a comical puffer fish with a red body and yellow spikes and orange-hazel eyes. There was strings of green seaweed hanging on the bottom of the page, with a few clams in a violet colour and some black shadowing.
I signed my initials at the bottoms page with a black fine tip marker in italics, then closed the lid with a click and folded the pad over. Leaving my pens and pencils lying in their art cup on my desk.
I was still dazed over with what happened with Harry, I can't believe he's a murderer. He's a murderer. It's hard to even process the words, I can't believe it.
I sat on my bed, my legs dangling off the other side proving how small I really was. I sighed then decided to take out my new phone, which Harry gave me. It's a criminals phone.
I thought about the way his eyes darkened when he held the gun to my rib cage, the way his jaw tightened as if to say, I don't want to hurt her, make her scared Harry. It was his facial expressions which gave it away.
But there was one thing I knew, this was handling to be all too much for me to handle, I have to.
I laid on my bed for another ten minutes, deciding if I should go ahead with my routine which I used a few months ago, which I only stopped three weeks ago.
I stood up and stalked to the bathroom, taking short and slow strides so I didn't rush into this, or do anything stupid, that I didn't want to do.
I opened the door and walked to the cabinet and found my Walmart packet of blades. Sliding one out, and playing with it between my thumb and pointer finger. I slid my thumb across it finally and put it between my pointer as well, sliding my sleeve up and checking for an un-occupied space for my routine, which I didn't want to start as another day and day out thing, I just wanted to try for today, it was my only pain to relieve things, apart from art. But I had already tried art and it hadn't helped, it only made my art skills better and that wasn't what I needed right now.
I couldn't find a space and the blade slipped as I cursed and picked it back up and them spotted my thigh or ankle. I decided my ankle so I didn't cut an artery in my thigh or a vein. I gently pressed the blade to the left side and slid to the right, making whimpering noises as I kept going but after a couple of minutes I stopped feeling the pain and relaxed, letting the blood flow out but them covered it in a plaster, so my Mom didn't know I did cut myself. I'd probably make an excuse of I cut my leg off the curb when I was jogging lie.
I went to my room as I tucked into bed, as it was now nine o'clock and I wasn't in the mood tomorrow for school, but I was going to have to go or my Mom would suspect something.
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