† Apocalypse † |Harry Styles| [ENG]

† Chapter Three †

I still couldn't belive it was all true...my mum decapitated...her body hanging from the ceiling...her head...who? Who could've wanted to hurt her? To kill her...How would I have carried on without her? Taking care of Jonathan by myself...but even worse, finding a way to tell him what just happened. The image I saw...I knew I would have never forgotten.

For fuck sake why...?!

I let tears dripping down my face once again, I loved her so much...

«Out of the way», said one of the parmedics entering the room, «Move over», he continued through the police men, «Holy shit...», he whispered as soon as he saw everything.

«Jesus...», echoed the other paramedic right behind him.

Disgusted by the sight they just had and from the smell of blood, they put my mother's head into a plastic bag and they layed her body on top of a stratcher, carrying everything into the ambulance.

They took us all to the police station to ask us questions. We spent there several hours...but after that, when we got out of there, I had to explain everything to my brother, who cried uninterruptedly the whole time.

«It's okay, we'll make it just fine», I tried to rassure him.

«I want mommy!», he cried louder.

«Me too...but please, let's stop crying. We need to be strong»

«O-o-ok-ay», he sobbed, «Is she in heaven now?», he asked sniffing.

«Of course she is», I kindly replied putting my hand on his cheek, «She would want us to smile»

«Did she say that?», he asked whiping his tears off with the bottom of his sleeve.

«Yes», I nodded, «She would also want you to hug your big sister before taking a nap», I smiled at him.

He held me so tight I almost stopped breathing.

«I am sleepy»

«I know hun. Lay down here on this bench while I call grandpa. We'll stay with our grandparents, would you like that?»

«Yes», he simply said, «Night night», he closed his tired eyes.

«Goodnight Jon»

I sighed waving to Michela while she was leaving, I didn't really want her to go but she had to...

As soon as I hung up my phonecall with grandpa Sam, I jumped out of fear when Harry suddendly appeared in front of me.

I thought about it for a few seconds and a phrase echoed in my mind."You'll regret it!". 

Him...

«You...», I started shaking, «It was you!!», I yelled feeling my throat burning, waking up my little brother.

«What on earth...», he started. But I didn't let him finish.

«How could you?!», I exploded into crying again, «Why?? She was my mother...did you really have to put her in the middle of this?! I hate you, you're a bastard...BASTARD!».

I picked up the first thing I could reach on the ground and I threw it at him, whatever it was. Then I repeated the same action, again and again, aiming to hurt him so bad he would beg me to stop.

«Would you calm down?!», he screamed back at me, «What the fuck happened?!»

«You killed my mother! You're a monster!»

«I didn't fucking touch your mother! Try to be reasonable...»

«No! Shut your filthy mouth!», I covered my ears to stop listening to him.