I'll Protect Her |H.S| *On Hold*

Chapter 33

Harry's POV >>

Jessica went straight upstairs when we arrived at the house. I needed to apologise to her, I should never have touched her. I'm supposed to protect her, not harm her.

But that could wait. What I really needed to do right now was to read these letters. I quietly went upstairs, past Jessica's bedroom, up the second set of stairs and finally arrived at the library on the third floor.

I made my way to my armchair, in front of the fire. I figured I'd be in here for a while, so I drew a match and lit it. I stood and watched as the flames engulfed the wood in a matter of seconds.

I sat down and made myself comfortable before taking all the letters from my inside pocket. I counted them. Each one about a page in length.

Five. There were five. I checked the dates and arranged them in order from the oldest date, to the most recent.

I inhaled a mouthful of air and slowly exhaled through my nose, to brace myself for what I was about to read. I didn't want to read them, but I had to. For Jessica's sake.

Do it for Jessica. You need to protect her. My mind told me.

Letter one.

I watched the water trickle from the tap, it slowly filled the tub. I was sitting beside the bath. And I just thought, what if I got into this bath and just.....never came out. What if....
Those two words are the filled with so much potential.
Potential......that's what I had.
Before I was ruined. I was always ruined though.
I ran my fingers along the markings on my arm, the tattoos, the one thing I liked about me.
Suddenly a knock came to the bathroom door and interrupted my thoughts...my plans.
"You okay?" The soft voice asked.
'I will be when I get what I want' I thought.
I'll write again soon, it helps me unload all these thoughts. Hopefully they'll soon become a reality.

I grabbed the pillow I was leaning on, found the lining and unzipped it. I felt around the inside of the pillow and found it, my journal. I pulled the journal out and stuffed the first of Brooke's letters in it for safe keeping.
I can't believe Jessica nearly read this all those days ago, when she first came into the library. It was my own fault. I was too careless, I shouldn't have left it laying around. I held the brown leather journal against my chest and starred into space.

I rubbed my eyes and got up from my chair. Four more letters to go. I placed both hands on the mantelpiece and starred into the fire. The crackling of the burning wood was hypnotic, the flames controlling my eyes and sending me into a trance.