Boom Clap

chapter twenty- eight

•Harry's POV•

Splinters of wood flew in every direction as soon as my foot connected to the weak door. The force of my kick sent me falling on to the bathroom floor.

Before I could even think about picking myself up off the ground I heard a shriek from behind me. Hesitantly I looked up...

Oh no.

Ashlyn's body was face down in amber water. That's blood. I can smell it! The metallic rust, it made me feel sick. That's not just it though...She's dead isn't she? She's fucking dead.

"WHAT THE HELL HARRY DONT JUST STAY THERE!" Clara screamed running towards the corpse. Her words rang through me.

She's gone. It's my fault.

"HELP ME GET HER OUT OF THE GOD DAMN WATER!" Clara's voice was muffled by a sob. I pitied Clara as I watched her pull on one of Ashlyn's arms. It just made me feel more sick though as Ashlyn's head bobbled up and down in Clara's desperate attempts to heave her out of the water. I was stuck on my hands and knees stunned with disgust in myself as I watched her wet hair drip with each pull of the arm. The sound of killer water continued to pool into the tub. I felt weak and nauseated.

"Please Harry! I can't hold her!" Clara dropped Ashlyn's arm giving up and crumpling to the floor with me. Droplets of bloody water flew towards me as she let Ashlyn's arm go limp. That was it. A warm putrid feeling shot up in my throat. I choked on my vomit before it fell to the floor. I was left with the taste of bitter acid in my mouth. My whole body tingled and everything in me burned.

Ashlyn's dead.

"Yes! My friend just drowned in our bath tub!"

What is she doing.

"No! I think she did it to..."

No I did it to her.

"South Wales Collage. Um were building three, room twenty five."

God. Oh god.

"I can't I've tried! She's too heavy!" Clara paused "I mean my guy friend is here but he's like not doing anything but puking and BEING AN UTTER WAST OF SPACE! GOD DAMN IT HARRY! WHAT IF WE CAN SAVE HER!"

What if?

"IM FUCKING CALM LADY! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE! HARRY! SNAP OUT OF IT!"

"Clara I can't" I looked up to see my desperate friend in the tub holding Ashlyn's head out of the water on her lap.

"No I didn't just leave her head in the water! I'm stupid but I'm not that fucking stupid!" She screamed into the phone

"HER HEAD IS IN MY FUCKING LAP!"

Harry you need to stand up.

"YES THAT OBVIOUSLY MEANS IM IN THE FUCKING TUB BECAUSE DIDNT I JUST SAY I COULDN'T GET HER OUT!"

My legs began to shake as I stumbled to my feet.

"YOU KNOW WHAT BITCH YOU TRY CONVINCING HIM."

What the hell is wrong with me? I'm acting like a fucking girl! Well, obviously not because the only still breathing girl in here was waist deep in bloody water. Clara looked so beyond done. Her eyes were wide and her face panic stricken. She was trying to save Ashlyn, talk on the phone, and convince my weak ass to get up.

"God I'm so sorry Clara!" I leaned into the tub and wrapped my arms under Ashlyn's armpits pulling her out of the water. I felt the bile in my throat rise again at the feeling of her cold wet body against mine. This time I swallowed it though.