Revenge | Harry Styles

I watched in absolute horror as my best friend was murdered in cold blood.

His sinister smile played across his lips as he looked over at me, the crimson color fresh and shiny all over his hands. The knife he had, my knife, was lying on the concrete ground beside her lifeless body.

"Don't even try to turn me in sweetheart. I'm pretty sure you don't wanna end up like her, now do you?"

I couldn't even form words, so all I did was shake my head no, while he cleaned up any evidence that he did this.