What's your Poison? - h.s

6.

They show you how to swim,
Then they throw you in the deep end.

Curiosity killed the cat.

I couldn't get the phrase out of my head. The rest of the night I just wondered around aimlessly selling the shots, avoiding Harry and the others. I could feel them all watching me. They knew that I saw them. I have no idea what I saw but it was shady as hell. As soon as I saw the last group start to leave the club, I said bye quickly to Joe and left.

I don't remember my journey home, I was completely out of it. By the time I got home, I felt like I could finally breathe again, I could actually think straight. Jefferey had threatened me, he had pretty much said if I had stuck my nose where it doesn't belong, I'd end up dead. That could just be me being dramatic, but that's how I'm going to take it. Somehow, it just made me want to dig even further when it really should have scared me.

I drop onto my bed straight away, staring up at the ceiling gathering my thoughts. My heart is going 200 beats per minutes, I try to focus on my breathing. As I close my eyes, I start to feel my heart slow down ever so slightly. As I take a deep breathe in, I hear a loud bang on my door, causing me to hold my breath.

With another bang on my door, I shoot up from my bed, making my way slowly to my door. How did anyone make it to my front door, I didn't buzz them up. I freeze right in front of my door, my hand placed on the door handle, thinking whether I should open it or not.

"Daisy. I know you're in there." I hear the voice on the other side of the door say. As soon as I recognise the voice, I unlock the door and open it, not believing he's here right now.

"Harry?" I say, confused as ever. Harry is standing at my door, holding his hands behind his back staring down at me. "What are you doing here?"

"May I?" He asks, gesturing towards my flat.

"Actually, I was about to go up to the roof. We can go up there?" I say as I grab my weed off the kitchen counter by the door, moving outside the flat and closing the door behind me. Harry moves to the side, holding his arm out telling me to lead the way. Worried that he's here to threaten me himself, I don't feel comfortable him being in my apartment. This is my safe place.

"So, what are you doing here?" I ask again as I sit on the bench on the roof, Harry wondering over to edge of the roof, looking out over Brooklyn.

"I wanted to thank you for helping me out with the guys." He says, putting his hands in his pocket and looking away from me. He was actually thanking me, I could tell this was uncomfortable and foreign for him.

"Oh, it's okay." I say as I'm shocked, I was worried Jeffery had told him about what had happened. "I owed you, I'm just glad I actually helped." Unsure what I helped with exactly. "Did they like invest in the club or something?" I ask, thinking of the bag of money I saw in his office.

"I guess you could say that." He replies, being blunt once again. He takes his hands out of his pocket, fiddling with the rings on one of his hands, keep his gaze at them. He's totally uncomfortable being here.

"Do you want a bit?" I hold up the joint I just rolled, thinking he needs that to relax him a bit. He looks up to me and nods at the joint. I light it between my lips and pass it back to him. "I know you said no questions, but I have just one." I say as he takes a drag. He looks up at me whilst he inhales, as if telling me to go on. "Why did you call me Dixie?" I ask, unable to hold in my laughter.

"Oh, yeah that." He chuckles ever so slightly. "You don't want these guys knowing your name, Petal. If they know your name they can find out anything they want about you, like where you live, where your family are or anything. You don't want that." He says, becoming serious again and staring right at me. He passes me the joint once he's done.