Stain [H.S] - Major Editing

Chapter Twenty Six

FRY

While they were busy editing manuscripts page by page, I remember being troubled by the subliminal fact that Chief Morrison was Harrison Walker’s killer. Wednesday night was the worst night of my life. The encounter with Louis wasn’t a dream; the drug overdose, the cannabis, the party, it was all real—a real-life nightmare.

Thursday was a bore. The people around me were grey as fuck.

At Friday, we had this “meeting” in the lunchroom, and I honestly thought I was going to pass out. Liam finally announced his grandiose plan of suing The Union Daily for libel. Zayn kept goading him on and I was internally fuming but I kept silent. Those bastards don’t know what they’re up against. They think it’s that simple. They can’t just destroy the system. It’s too powerful to destroy.  

And Alice, I’d give her theory a 7.1. She was right about the traitors. But she didn’t have to be so nominal about it. She was so naïve, but at the same time she was right.  

On the one hand, my day was uplifted because Harry didn’t say shit. I’m sure he knew every inch of what’s truly going on—he dated Rosie for crying out loud and I bet they were still keeping in touch—but, he decides to keep his mouth shut. This was something that I’ve learned from him. To avoid controversy, keep your mouth shut. Simple.

Later that day, Alice told me Harry asked her out on a date. The moment she said it I knew our plan was a go. What is this plan you might ask? Well, Harry told me everything; everything from them carrying my KO’d self to my apartment last Wednesday night and her answering a call from one of our guys. Harry was brilliantly sneaky. All undercover agents are sneaky. And he was a spectacular agent.  

Alice suspects him—at least that’s what he told me—and he had to do something. We had to do something. He had to win her trust. Thus, the initiation of our plan. He was taking her to the Czech Philharmonic concert, Jaromir had it all sorted out, and damn those tickets were expensive as hell but we managed. They’d eat dinner, talk, laugh, and the rest is history.

At eleven o’ clock your guys came in my apartment. I knew they didn’t want to destroy anything or anybody, they just wanted answers. They’d give it you. I was ready to tell them all I know, I'd come out clean, but they were too manic to wait.  

They beat me up and destroyed my home. I woke up in the morning and see the trail of destruction. I cried like a bitch and smoked a joint. Liam and Zayn called me; said their apartments were ransacked. Harry’s too apparently. It was a fucking nightmare.

We met up in the park. We all thought it was Morrison’s men. But we were wrong. You did it. You and your fucking ego did it.

I remember freaking out. I called Alice and asked her if she was safe. She was. I was able to breathe a little. When she arrived at the park, physically unhurt and okay, I've never been happier. 

When Zayn told us we were to “temporarily evacuate” from our ransacked homes, I flipped out. The reason behind this is unimportant.  

That was it. I didn’t tell them anything. No motives were spilled, there was nothing more to say.

So please let me go. I told you everything.

“You haven’t learned your lesson yet, Kinney.”

What more do you want from me?

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you go as soon as I have your friends. Think of it as a simple switch.”

Harry would never let anybody hurt her. He’ll protect her. He will.

There was maniacal laughter. That laugh—a high-pitched blare that made the small hairs behind my neck rise. “What a simple problem to fix. We’ll hurt him first then! He’ll be our…first priority.”

I hope you rot in hell!  

And I heard it—BOOM—right inside my skull like thunder. My ears rang and in a fraction of a second, I feel my whole head bursting with a giant throb of pain, as if it has become pressurized, and I’ve lost all sense of balance, like I was floating on air, drifting with the cool country wind. I open my eyes and realize that I was chained to a chair, in a dark warehouse, blood dripping down my throat, alone, hurt, and tortured.

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p.s don't worry, Alice and Harry will come soon. 

- piper