His Girl

chapter 48

James

"Wait"
I stop and turn to max. Was he serious right now. They deserved death for what they have done. "What" I snap trying to hold in my anger. He took a deep breath and stepped towards me. What the fuck was he doing. "Death is to easy for them, they hurt harper, tortured her, they fucking hurt her and made her live with that pain. Death is too good for them,  at least it is right now" he said his voice filled with hatred. I understood what he was getting at and he was right. They deserved far worse. "What do you have in mind" I ask. "I..I.." he started but i could see he was struggling. As much as he hated them, they were still his parents. Yes cruel but they fed and clothed him for years. Support-probably not. "I'll take care of it" I say not wanting him to kill his parents. "Ok" he said. He was broken. "Go take Harper back to my place it's over" I tell him and he agrees. The thing with max was he may have been raised by monsters and made terrible decisions but he wasnt a bad person, he had a heart and yes I did want to kill him for years. I couldnt.  I could have easily tracked him down and killed him and his worthless parents and every gang member but I dodnt, he disappeared and I had more important things to do.

Max
I wanted them to suffer, I wanted them to die, I wanted to be the one to cause them pain. I couldnt do it, I was weak, i wasnt strong. I failed harper.
My thoughts turns to a memory I had long suppressed

"Harper" a 9 year old boy shouted, it was his birthday and all his friends had been allowed to the house to celebrate but the boy was more focused on playing with his 4 year old sister. It would be her birthday soon too, there was a 4 and a half year gap between them but they were still inseparable.  The little girl looked at her brother with a cheeky grin "maccy" she squealed and ran over to him. The boy thought the nickname was adorable, she couldnt pronounce Xs properly so he was mac or maccy the majority of the time "come on let's play" he said excitedly. That day they both ran around the gardens, playing games and climbing trees. It was fun for both of them but they had no idea what was about to happen.

I drove to my apartment,  thinking of how much fun we had on that day, it was probably the last day we had spent together and were both truly happy. After that richard made ne concentrate on self defence training ect. They kept us apart as best as possible until a few weeks after were they told me she had died. Fucking bastards.

I pulled into the underground garage and locked the car. I couldnt help but feel watched so I pulled ny gun from my waistband in case I was followed or worse. I made my way quickly to my apartment.

The door was unlocked. Fuck. The lock was broken. I enter and see the whole place trashed. Fuck. Harper. "Harper" I shout panicked at what could have happened. Oh crap. "Harper" I shout again, my eyes zoning in on a blood splattered wall. Fuck.
No no no.

Well damn, that was eventful.

Has Harper really been kidnapped?  And who by? Is the blood Harper's?