15.

    ~ A m e l i a ~

I was sitting on the floor, playing with my thumbs and singing a song quietly so that Harry couldn't hear me. I didn't see him all day yesterday. Not that I cared. I just hoped all this finished soon. 

Just then the door opened and Harry came in. I didn't look up at him, that was until he placed my food on the floor. I titled my head up and looked at him, my mouth fell agape and my eyes widened. I was shocked. 

His face looked awful. He had a big bruise on his nose, many cuts on his right cheek and really badly swollen lips. He looked like he got in a fight or something, which I'm sure he did... but with who? Without wanting to, I extended my arm and placed my hand on his face touching with my fingers his small cuts. I really didn't know what I was doing until Harry winced in pain and pulled away from me, standing up straight. I did the same and stood up, feeling quite embarrassed. Why did I do that?

"Don't touch me." Harry said in a harsh tone, looking me in the eyes with his cold, green ones. He was a completely different person again. Yesterday, he looked like he cared and today he was distant. What is wrong with him?

"Sorry." I whispered and the room fell in a complete silence. I have to ask. "What happened?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Your face...D-did you get in a fight?" I asked him, feeling nervous suddenly.

"It's none of your business." he said, turning his back to me and running his fingers through his hair.

"I just asked, okay? You don't have to be like that!" I told him, raising my voice. I shouldn't have even asked him. I was supposed to hate him.

"And why did you ask? Do you care about me, Miss Collins?" he said, turning around so that he was facing me again. 

What? Of course I didn't care about him. 

Are you sure? my inner voice said.

Wait, did he called me by my last name? What? How does he know that?

"I don't... Actually, I feel really disappointed because I think the person who did that you didn't do a good job." I said, a smirk making its way up to my face and he got angry. But I continued. "You deserved that and a lot worse."I said but I regretted it right afterwards when I heard him chuckle lightly. He wet his lips and then pointed his finger at me.

"Watch how you speak to me. Or else..." he trailed off.

"Or else what? There is nothing else left to do to me. You hurt me and you took me away from my family. You're a monster and I hate you, Harry." I yelled at him. I was once again angry and I couldn't control it.

"Shut up!" he shouted.

"Don't tell me to shut up. I won't. I hate you!" I yelled back and this time I raised my hand in the air ready to slap him. I was so close on doing so but he saw me and grabbed my wrist, stopping me just in time. He tightened his grip and I started pushing and hitting his chest with my free hand, but that didn't affect him much. He took both of my hands in his big ones and brought me closer.

"Don't do that again." he said through gritted teeth, sounding quite scary.

"This is why your mother doesn't want you. I wouldn't want you either. Who would want a monster to be their son?" I said. 

No you didn't, my inner voice said, feeling terrified. 

Oh God, did I just say that? I wasn't supposed to say that.

"What did you say?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. I couldn't take it back now.

"Y-You heard me." I stammered.

"How do you know about my mother?" he asked me.

"I-I saw a picture." I said.

"You know nothing about me or my mother or my past. We don't all come from perfect families with perfect parents like you do and not all of us had a perfect childhood like you did, love. So don't talk about my mother or me because you don't even know my story." he said and pushed me, causing me to fall on the bed. He looked angry and upset. Maybe I shouldn't have brought that topic up, but I was getting more curious to learn about him and his past. I didn't even know why.

"And what's your story Harry?" I asked him more calmly this time. He didn't look at me, he just turned away.

"Something that you shouldn't know." he said and left the room. 

I feel so confused. Why was I feeling this way? I hated that man, so why did I care?

  ~ H a r r y ~

"Bye, Harry. See you later, bro." Tom said and left. I walked towards my house and once I was near the front door, I took out my keys and opened it, getting inside.

"Mum, I'm back!" I shouted as I threw my bag on the floor and walked to the living room. My eyes widened once I saw who was standing in front of me. My father.

"Hello, my son." he said and forced a smile, showing his yellow teeth.

"I'm not your son anymore." I said and looked at my mother who was sitting on the sofa with her head down.

"What is he doing here, mum?" I asked her but she didn't look at me.

"You better leave and come back later, sweetheart." she said in a hoarse voice. Had she been crying?What was happening here?

"What are you doing here?" I asked Damon, getting angry.

"What? Am I not allowed to come and see my family? Look at you. You've become a quite good-looking 16-year-old boy." he said and came closer to me, putting his arm around my shoulder.

"No when you haven't cared about us for the past 9 years." I said and pushed his arm away, going near my mother.

"Now leave." I said with a stern face. He laughed and shook his head.

"Don't be like that son. Your mum doesn't want me to leave." he said with a smirk on his face. I looked at my mum who was silent and didn't speak. "Am I right Anne?" he asked.

"Yes." mum said in a low voice.

"What? Are you serious?" I asked her. I couldn't believe it.

"Listen to your mother, Harry." Damon said.

"Mum look at me!" I said and when she didn't, I took her chin in my hands and turned her face so she could look at me. I gasped.

"Did he do that to you?" I asked her angry. I was pissed off. She nodded slowly and I stood up, turning to face Damon.

"How dare you lay your dirty hands on her? You jerk!" I yelled.

"Don't talk to me like that! I can do whatever I want to, she is my wife." he said, pointing his finger at me.

"Fuck you."

"Don't push my buttons, Harry." he warned me but I didn't listen. I was furious. I punched him right on his jawline.

"Harry, don't." my mum shouted.

"You're a bastard." Damon said and took out a gun. My eyes widened and my mum screamed once she saw it. Where the hell did he get that?

"Don't, Damon. Please, I beg you." mum said, standing up.

"Shut up, bitch." he said and I grabbed the gun, changing its direction. We started fighting over who was going to get it while my mother was crying in the corner, telling us to stop. Just then a gunshot was heard and we both froze in place. I looked at Damon and he looked at me, we were trying to figure out who got hit.

"Harry." mum screamed my name and run towards us. Damon fell in my arms and that's when I realised what had actually happened.

I shot him. I killed him.

I placed him on the floor, touching his face and hitting him on the chest, desperately trying to make him open his eyes. But it was no use. The bullet had hit him near his heart. He was dead. I killed my father.

"I killed him." I cried, looking at my hands which were filled with blood, his blood. Mum couldn't find the words to say anything. 

I have to leave. She hated me, I killed him. 

I was a killer. 

I stood up crying and my mum reached her hand out to touch me, but I backed away.

"Don't touch me." I said and backed away.

"Harry come here. We have to call--" I cut her off.

"No, no. They will get me. I killed him." I said and ran to the door.

"Harry, come back!" she said, crying. No, I couldn't do this.

"I have to leave. I am a killer. Please, forgive me." I said and opened the door.

"Please, don't." she sobbed but I left. I didn't know where to go I just started running fast till my legs started hurting and couldn't support me anymore. 

I stopped and looked around me. I was in a side of London I hadn't seen before. I took a big breath and fell down on the hard ground, crying. I am a killer.

I let out an angry groan and pushed everything that was on the table with my hand, letting them fall to the floor. I took my head in my hands and sat back on the sofa. I am a killer. Amelia was right. I was a monster. 

But maybe you can change that, my inner voice said. 

Could I?