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Take 34 - Through The Dark - Part 2

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“What?” I stared at him. The dark hall shadowing his feelings. He couldn’t be serious. “No freaking way. That’s the thing that always get people killed in the movies.”

“This is not a movie,” he said with a sigh. “This is real life, and one of us has to go get help, while Max is chasing the other one.”

“I should stay here then,” I said. “It’s me he wants. Well, my sister technically. But I have a higher chance of distracting him.”

“Cami…” He looked away. “I can’t run anymore. I need to stay back and fight.”

Refusing to listen to his bullshit, I pulled at his sleeve and dragged him along. “Stop being crazy,” I said.

“Where are we headed?” he asked. “You don’t know the way out, neither do I. But we have a higher chance of one of us finding the exit if we split up.”

I just shook my head and turned the corner.

And there it was. Our salvation: A window.

Located at the end of a long hallway, it seemed like a beacon of hope in our already very desperate situation.

“Look!” I screamed and pointed.

“Fuck yes.” Harry let out a breath of relief.

We bolted to the end of the hall and looked out. There was a small courtyard, but I could see a light in the distance. We weren’t as far away from civilization as Max had led us to believe. I tried to open the window, only to find it sealed with nails.

“Dammit.”

“Let me,” Harry said.

I stepped back, allowing him to get to the window. He looked out, then clasped his hands together and elbowed the window. He winced at the impact, but nothing happened.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” I said. “We’ll find another way out.”

“No.” His jaw tensed, and he sucked in a breath. I could see the strain on his face as he once again used his elbow on the glass. This time, he must have had enough force behind because the glass shattered.

“Yes,” I said and resisted the temptation to fistbump the air. Somehow, it didn’t seem fitting at all.

He offered me a hand as I climbed through, the shards cutting my bare skin. I winced at the pain, but I kept on going. Once outside in the courtyard, I turned to help Harry out.

There was a moment of awkward silence as he almost fell through the window. I saw him catch himself with a loud groan. I looked around, trying to get my eyes used to the darkness. How long had I been in there? From what it looked like, it was still dark. I wished I had a watch.

“Well, well. You found a way out.” The voice sent shivers down my spine.

Slowly, I turned around and faced Max, who was leaning on a doorway on the other side. He hadn’t needed to run after us—he had just waited for us out here.

“Run,” I yelled.

And once again, we were running for our lives. We headed for the field, hoping that the talk grass would provide some sort of cover. I ran, my heart pounding in my chest, while I kept shouting at Harry to keep up.  When I heard a gunshot, I almost fell to the ground—that psycho had a gun.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

I could feel the tears welling in my eyes, my breathing shallow.

If I hadn’t been afraid before, I was piss-scared now.

We steered in the direction of the light I’d seen, stumbling over branches and plants laying around in the tall grass. Behind us, we could hear Max fire the gun again.

Ducking down, I landed on my stomach with a loud oomph. “We’re not so far,” I said. “We can do it.”

“No,” Harry said. “We can’t.”

I looked at him, noticing his face contorted in pain.

“What’s wrong?” I almost didn’t dare to ask.

Instead of answering, he showed me his right hand, covered with blood. “You have to run, Cami. I’ll slow him down.”

“What?” I shook my head. “No, Harry. I can’t—you can’t. I won’t leave you.”

“You have to,” he whispered. “Help me up.” Holding up his bloodied hand, I took it, afraid to let go.

He groaned as I pulled him to his legs, and I saw him clutch a spot on his hip. Max had shot him.

I began to shake violently, tears streaming down my face. “Harry…” I whispered.

“Run,” he said. “Get help, and be safe. I’ll hold out.”

“What if I don’t get there in time?”

“You will…” He looked away. “You have to, Camilla.”

“Okay…” I didn’t want to leave him. “Be safe.”

It took all the power I had to turn away from him.

Before I got anywhere, Harry grabbed my arm, stopping my escape. Slowly, I turned around to face him, my eyes full of tears.

“Why’d you lie, Cami?” he asked. “If that’s even your actual name.”

Through blurred vision, I looked at him. His dark curls covered his eyes, and I couldn’t see him properly. Was he mad? It felt like he was mad—the grip on my arm was tight. But it could also be the pain.

“Answer me,” he shouted.

My eyes widened at the outburst, and he let go of my arm.

“Shit.” He ran a hand through his hair, scratching his head. Then he sighed. “Just tell me the truth for once. Please?”

I wanted to tell him the truth—to tell him that I never intended to betray him and Zayn. But I couldn’t, not without selling out my sister. He had to understand that, and as soon as I was in safety, I would make him understand. But now was not the time.

Taking one last look at him, I tried to remember every inch of his face just in case. “I’m sorry, Harry,” I said. “I love you.”

Then I ran.

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