Twisted Minds [h.s]

T H I R T Y N I N E

If you skip to 0:52 of that video ^ then you will kind of get an idea of what this bad ass bitch Sophie is tryna learn :)))

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This morning I woke up feeling different than usual.

I don't know why or how, but I was actually feeling good. I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, had a shower, trained, and didn't even have one anxious thought travel through my mind.

It's weird how after living with four criminals for a month, you kind of adapt to them. You grow to know bits about them and their mind, and adjust the way you act to suit how they'd want you to.

You figure out the methods behind their madness, you figure out what triggers their anger, you figure out what triggers their soft spots.

And I can confidently say that everyday I'm figuring out these boys better and better.

Its been four days now since the whole failed trade ordeal and I overhear the boys constantly planning what they're doing to do next.

I know that by killing those men that something is definitely going to come back to bite them on the ass, and they know that too. Those men had an extremely powerful boss as far as I've heard, and apparently he's not one to fuck around with.

This masquerade ball that's happening tomorrow night is where they're going to make their next move on the rest of those men as for some unknown reason, they're gonna be there.

After that night I spent in Harrys bed talking with him, I actually have stayed in his bed every night since. We don't kiss or do anything crazy, we just lay there and talk and maybe hold hands.

He's different lately. And sometimes I think that maybe he isn't so bad after all.

Now I'm standing in the backyard at eight in the morning in my pyjamas with my butterfly knife, flicking it around and trying to master the skill of using it like Louis.

"Fuck." I quietly cuss to myself as the knife grazes my finger, making me drop it.

I pick it up and immediately start swinging it around again, watching it fan around my fingers like a blur of silver and pink.

I jolt it back and forth, watching the fluttery movements of the blade swinging it around.

With one swift movement, I swing it around and catch it in my hand effortlessly, with the blade facing outwards.

I smile lightly in triumph and turn my head to the backdoor as I hear clapping from that direction.

"Good job, dollface. You ready to kill some sons of bitches?" Harry is stood there with a devious grin on his perfectly pink lips, a spark of rebellion in his eyes.

I shake my head, a small smile on my face.

"Not killing anybody. This is just for in case it goes south." I mumble, flipping the knife back inside itself and sliding it into my pocket.

I walk over to Harry and he throws his arms straight over my shoulder and I grab his forearms in reflex, looking up at him.

"Whatever you say. Ready for some target practise?" He murmurs, looking down at me and running his tongue along his bottom lip.