♡ chapter 6 - Rose ♡

            My heart was pounding in my ears as we continued to run, dodging branches and stepping over twigs on the ground. Harry kept glancing back at me, as if to make sure I were still there as he ran. His speed overpowered mine with his long strides and quickness, but I was never really one for any type of psychical exercise. Of course I never had a reason since I hardly ate anyways, but it was getting tougher and tougher to keep up with him, my exhaustion growing.

            I was panting as if I had just ran two miles, sweat beading my forehead but I kept going. Finally Harry stopped, his chest rising and falling heavily as he scanned the premises. I halted next to him, hunching over with my hands on my knees as I suffered to catch a breath.

            An amused chuckle left Harry's lips. "Maybe you should exercise more, Rosalie."

            "Shut the fuck up," I grumbled between breaths.

            Harry just laughed.

            Then whimpering was heard from our far right. Just vaguely audible, but enough to know whoever was in distress was still in their predicament. Harry informed me to stay behind him as he walked in the direction, although I wasn't sure why. If someone was in trouble, what's the worse they could do to me? Besides, I have my bracelet as well. But the thought that Harry was basically protecting me warmed my heart more than it probably should have.

            Stepping into a small clearing after dispersing from the trees, we both stopped at the sight of a girl about my age, her foot in the same metal trap I had misplaced my footing. It wasn't the exact trap, but the make of it was the same. Meaning the slightest movement she made... I shuddered.

            "Help," she whispered, her hands trembling as she held them to her chest.

            Harry frowned at her, his eyebrows furrowing as he studied the trees around her. I nudged him with my elbow. "Do something," I hissed.

            But he didn't even look at me. Instead he shook his head, his eyes snapping in the direction of something rustling behind the female. Harry looked to me sternly. "Stay here and don't go anywhere," he said quickly before beginning to run off again.

            "But Harry—!"

            Too late; he was gone.

            I looked back to the girl, a sigh of defeat leaving my lips. Tears were steadily rolling down her pale cheeks, instantly making me remember the fear I felt standing in the same danger. Without wasting another second, I ran over to her.

            "Shh, it's okay. I'm... I'm going to help you," I stammered, brushing the pine needles out of the way so I was able to see the instructions that were hidden so perfectly. They really didn't want you leaving these.

            "Please hurry," she mumbled.

            I nodded as I skimmed the words quickly, but my mind conjured up reasons of why a girl would be in the woods by herself. Perhaps she's like me and ran away from incessant torment. Maybe she was just one of those rebel teens who thought they were better than everyone else. But this is literally in the middle of nowhere, and there's absolute no streets close by. Who is she and where did she come from?

            My eyebrows then pinched together as the questions continue to swirl, my cautiousness getting the best of me as I peeked up at her. "Actually..." I licked my lips as I thought of an excuse on not getting her out. "I... I don't know how."

            The girl sobbed harder, almost making me believe she truly needed help. But there was glint behind her blue eyes I couldn't quite catch, my heart picking up pace a bit as I scooted away from her some.

            "I'm... I'm sorry but we'll have to wait for Harry to get back," I said quickly.

            The girl slowly nodded as I assured her once more not to move. I was still pondering on why she seemed so suspicious to me, but Harry hadn't even told me to let her out. All he said was to stay here. I'd have to let him decide since he seems to be able to read people so effortlessly.

            He'll know who this girl is.

♡ Harry ♡

            My feet padded along the dirt as I sped after the shadow, a good idea of who the figure was barging into my mind. If this truly was Marcus, this was my chance to catch him and finish business once and for all. However I managed to keep a sense of Rose back with that girl, and to my relief, Rose was listening to her thoughts.

            That girl was trouble.

            I was running so fast it was impossible to pop in front of the figure. I'd have to stop and then I'd lose sighting of it, and that was simply not an option. If this could be closure with my father, it needed to be done.

            Finally gaining some proximity on the black shadow, I took a chance and leapt out to it but tumbled into the ground instead. I looked around me quickly, seeing the figure diminish right before my eyes.

            Shit.

            Of course Marcus wouldn't confront me, not so openly. Although these are woods, you never know who is watching from what angle. And Marcus is smart like that, he knows he has stalkers. He wouldn't speak to me in such a vast portion of the land, but it still pissed me off that he popped away before I could stop him.

            With my earshot still tuned in on Rose (one of my specialties to keep a distance sense of someone), it wasn't hard to hear that unmistakable scream. But it wasn't the troubled girl's; it was Rose.

            Rose was screaming for me.

            And I don't think I've ever ran that fast in my life.

♡ Rose ♡

            "Please," the girl choked out, "you have to help me."

            "I..." I fumbled for words, my mind whirling but my sympathy getting the best of me. I know what it's like to stand terrified in one of those traps, and it's the most mortifying thing that's ever happened to me. I can't leave the girl there, practically holding the last few seconds of her life at hand. Harry was taking too long to get back, anyway. This girl could slip at any moment and off would go her leg.

            Chewing my bottom lip, I crawled back over to the trap and read the instructions once more. The girl continued to sob as she shakily watched me twist the dial. As soon as the click of disengagement rang through her ears, she hopped out of the trap. I expected a bombardment of thanks or maybe even a hug, but instead she stood there.

            A sinister smirk dancing across her lips.

            "Oh, silly." She shook her head in amusement, stepping towards me as I scooted back on my butt. I was still on the ground from digging out the instructions, but now my feet felt too jelly-like to stand. "That was a big mistake."

            My heart pounded against my chest as a lump formed in my throat. "B-but I just helped you."

            The girl threw her head back, a demonic laugh leaving her red lips. "You're too nice for your own good, sweetie."

            With that, she pulled a dagger out of her belt loops, swinging it nonchalantly around her finger as she inched towards me once more.

            I did the only thing I could as my back slammed into a tree behind me; I screamed.

            But I knew no one would hear me, and I knew Harry wouldn't care.

            It'd be miraculous if he even bothered to come back. He probably abandoned me on purpose, too annoyed to keep up with my rambling any longer. Although he told me to stay this morning, it could've been so he could dump me off himself just to make sure I was gone. He knew I would be lost, he knew I would be hopeless. Suddenly, I began to realize that this was probably his plan.

            "Marcus will be so proud of me," the girl said with a chuckle as she pressed the dagger to my throat, tears spilling over my eyes.

            But then realization hit me like a bus; she said Marcus. As in Harry's evil father? But why would he be proud of this female murdering me?

            "Don't worry—" The girl smiled devilishly "—this will only hurt a lot."

            She went to slice, but something knocked her down to the dirt, the dagger flying out of her hands. My heart was still in my throat as my tears stained my cheeks, my back pressing further into the wall as I watched the fight from behind.

            The boy who had saved me was Harry.

            But after he snapped the female's neck (literally, with his hands), he stood and turned to face me. The hair was the exact curly, brown mess, the prominent jaw bone still the same with a dimple peering out on his left cheek. The height and body mass appeared to be precise, but something was different.

            His eyes were brown.

            "Are you all right, love?" he asked, the same deep accent rolling through my ears that Harry obtained; but this was not Harry.

            He reached his hand out to me as if to help me up, but a booming voice from behind growled out, "Don't fucking touch her."

            We both looked over to see the actual Harry, his green eyes darkened as he marched over. I glanced between the both of them with my teary eyes, my lips parting as I realized they looked exactly the same aside from their eye color. The confusion must've been evident on my face as the boy's exchanged an unfriendly look. Well, Harry seemed unfriendly but the look alike seemed more than genuine.

            The look alike smiled politely at me. "I can assume why the confusion is on your face." He chuckled before looking to Harry, but Harry was staring at the ground with his jaw clenched. "Care to fill the girl in, Harry?"

            Harry swallowed, his dark eyes glancing up as he muttered in a bitter tone, "Rose, this is Jessie. My... brother."

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A/N: Muha, plot twist xD I told you guys, I can't go long without throwing something random and unexpected in there. It's just natural, man ^.^ Love you all xx

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