What Goes Around Comes Back Around
Chapter Thirty One
Heidi POV
When Harry came back downstairs, he had a pissed off face which stayed with him throughout the night. I honestly had no idea what his problem was now but most of the time I don’t.
After about 20 minutes of suffering through this, I had had enough he was getting a little too pissy and it scared me a little.
I made up some random but valid excuse to leave and it seemed to work. I knew Harry was pissed because he didn’t even kiss me goodbye. Cheesy I know!
I am currently on my way back home. I wonder how Amanda is. I was only gone for like an hour so I don’t think anything major could have happened. And it’s getting quite dark so I don’t think Amanda would want to go outside. That girl is afraid of everything!
When I am finally able to see my house in the distance, I pat my pockets in order to try to find my keys and I quicken my pace. To be honest, I was quite scared there was like a murderer hiding somewhere.
I reach my front door and notice something really weird.
The Keyhole in the door looked tampered with. It was almost like someone had forced it open. Was that always there? My heart starts beating a little frantically as I unlock the door.
“Amanda?!” I call worriedly. I get no reply. Shit.
I dump all of my belongings onto the floor and race frantically around downstairs. I check the kitchen and the living room but there is no sign of her anywhere. My breathing quickens as I run up the stairs calling her name like crazy.
Shit.Shit.Shit.
I go to the first place I think of and burst into my room and freeze.
My breathing hitches in my throat as I stand in utter shock at the scene in front of me.
No.
I run over to her lifeless body on the floor and grasp hold of her hand. It’s freezing.
No.No.No.No.NO.
This is not happening.
I choke on a strangled sob as I drop her limp hand and place it on her still body.
I notice a pool of blood at the base of her skull. It looked like she took a pretty nasty blow to the head probably from a big wooden stick or something. Did someone kill her or did she do this to herself?
Don’t be stupid Heidi! Of course someone did this to her! It explains the broken lock!
Holy shit…..
She got murdered.
“Please don’t leave me Amanda! You were like a sister to me! Yes you did piss me off a little but I cared for you!” I sobbed to the lifeless body. My tears continued to spill and would never stop.
Why would someone do this to her? Hadn’t the poor girl been through enough?
It was only then I noticed a small half opened box lying next to her through my blurry vision. I frown as I reach over with one hand and grasp hold of it while using my other to wipe away my continuous tears. Why did everything bad have to happen to me?!
I angrily remove the lid of the box and it is then I actually notice what it is.
What was Amanda doing with this?! Holy mother of god….
Resting at the very top was a small folded up piece of paper. I frown and yank it out and unfold it.
She knew too much.
Is all it read. I turn it over but there’s nothing else. What?! Is someone trying to help me?
I fold the paper back up and push it to the side. Well that confirmed my suspicions of her being murdered.
I sigh as I look deeper in the box. The horrible memories come flooding back. I pick up one of the photographs and almost burst out into tears again.
She gave a look to Jamie and Harry and I started to panic. I tried to heave myself up off the floor but I was pushed back down. I then received a blow to the stomach. I lost my breath for a second then I received another one. And again. I screamed and cried out in pain. All three of them were surrounding me. Each one kicking me continuously. It stopped hurting after a while and all the pain just became numb. Tears were pouring down my cheeks as I tried with all my strength to wriggle away. What kind of life is this?
These photographs were taken by fellow classmates and students who found pleasure in watching me suffer. I managed to keep a few of them and I look at them to keep me motivated and on track. I shove this one aside and pick up the next one. This one was the worst memory of them all.
She yanked me to the girl’s bathroom accusing me of flirting with Harry and the next minute, I was on the floor being held down by her as she painfully slashed open the skin on my legs. I screamed and screamed yet nobody listened. It was achingly slow and the pain was excruciating. I had never felt anything like this before. There was nothing I could do except lie there and let her do this to me.
I felt tears begin to pour down my cheeks and onto the photo probably ruining it forever. At this moment, I really couldn’t care.
I turn over the photo where I wrote down everything that had happened in each of these pictures including all of my real details. There were so many more of these in the box but I put them back. There is still a dead girl in my room!
Whoever killed her obviously knew she had found this box so they killed her to help keep my identity a secret. But Amanda wouldn’t have told anyone would she? Was she as innocent as she played out to be?
I look down at her dead body and the tears well up again.
Why did you have so many secrets Amanda?
I need to get this body out of here but how? There is no fucking way I am carrying her out. I will get even more nightmares than I already do!
So I call the only person who was on my mind and would have the balls to do this.
Harry.
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Harry POV
I raced over to her house as soon as I got her upset phone call. How can that bitch be dead?! Did she kill herself?!
I didn’t know if I was going to comfort Adriana or to see if Amanda is actually dead. I really hoped it was the second one! But just hearing Adriana’s scared voice literally made me feel like shit and I have no fucking idea why.
My emotions are confusing me.
I don’t know whether I hate her or like her and it’s so confusing!
But now that Amanda’s apparently gone, I have to find out about Adriana myself which makes things a lot harder for me! It’s a shame really. I was looking forward to killing her myself so she can feel the torture her parents went through. She deserves it.
Once upon a time I was I nasty drug dealer. WAS. And I killed anyone who refused to pay me back. So hence that’s what happened to her parents. But I took Amanda and instead of killing her, the rest of the boys and I used her pretty much as our….sex slave? But she never obeyed us so I wanted to kill her there and then but the other boys refused. So now that I had a reason to kill her, I was looking forward to it. Until some dick ruined the fun for me. I need to know who killed her so I can whip his or her ass!
I was desperate and ruthless back then. I literally had no heart. Now I look back and notice that I am still ruthless but I have developed a heart. Even if it is very small.
I hadn’t noticed I had already reached her door. I found it was open so I let myself in. I hear crying coming from upstairs and quickly head up there.
I open the door in front of me to find Adriana curled up in a ball softly crying to herself. It almost….saddened me to see her like this?
Holy shit…..I did not just say that.
I notice Amanda’s dead body on the floor and her head was swimming in a pool of blood. This was nothing special to me. I had seen a lot worse than this.
I slowly walk over to Adriana and crouch down to her level. She just carries on staring at the dead body in her room.
Without even thinking about what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around Adriana and pulled her closer to me.
Hey….I might as well be nice to her to get answers from her!
No Styles! You have feelings for her! You’re in denial!
Shut up!
She cries even harder into my chest and instinctively I rub her back trying to soothe her.
“Shhh baby, it’s ok I’m here now.” I coo. I feel her gently nod her head as she continues to cry on me. Strangely, I didn’t mind and that fucking scared me which is unusual.
I’m Harry fucking Styles and hardly anything scares me. But my confusing feelings for this girl scare me and it’s not helping that I need to get closer to her in order to get info out of her.
She carried on crying while I soothed her for a good few minutes before she calmed down and lifted herself off of me.
“Thanks Harry.” She croaks.
“No problem love.” I reply while using my thumb to wipe off the remaining tears on her face.
Oh god….I’m turning into those soppy love story guys! I groan at myself.
“I’m gonna get this body out of her ok?” I ask gently. She slowly nods her head while I stand up and walk towards the body.
I need to know who did this because I am pissed….
When Harry came back downstairs, he had a pissed off face which stayed with him throughout the night. I honestly had no idea what his problem was now but most of the time I don’t.
After about 20 minutes of suffering through this, I had had enough he was getting a little too pissy and it scared me a little.
I made up some random but valid excuse to leave and it seemed to work. I knew Harry was pissed because he didn’t even kiss me goodbye. Cheesy I know!
I am currently on my way back home. I wonder how Amanda is. I was only gone for like an hour so I don’t think anything major could have happened. And it’s getting quite dark so I don’t think Amanda would want to go outside. That girl is afraid of everything!
When I am finally able to see my house in the distance, I pat my pockets in order to try to find my keys and I quicken my pace. To be honest, I was quite scared there was like a murderer hiding somewhere.
I reach my front door and notice something really weird.
The Keyhole in the door looked tampered with. It was almost like someone had forced it open. Was that always there? My heart starts beating a little frantically as I unlock the door.
“Amanda?!” I call worriedly. I get no reply. Shit.
I dump all of my belongings onto the floor and race frantically around downstairs. I check the kitchen and the living room but there is no sign of her anywhere. My breathing quickens as I run up the stairs calling her name like crazy.
Shit.Shit.Shit.
I go to the first place I think of and burst into my room and freeze.
My breathing hitches in my throat as I stand in utter shock at the scene in front of me.
No.
I run over to her lifeless body on the floor and grasp hold of her hand. It’s freezing.
No.No.No.No.NO.
This is not happening.
I choke on a strangled sob as I drop her limp hand and place it on her still body.
I notice a pool of blood at the base of her skull. It looked like she took a pretty nasty blow to the head probably from a big wooden stick or something. Did someone kill her or did she do this to herself?
Don’t be stupid Heidi! Of course someone did this to her! It explains the broken lock!
Holy shit…..
She got murdered.
“Please don’t leave me Amanda! You were like a sister to me! Yes you did piss me off a little but I cared for you!” I sobbed to the lifeless body. My tears continued to spill and would never stop.
Why would someone do this to her? Hadn’t the poor girl been through enough?
It was only then I noticed a small half opened box lying next to her through my blurry vision. I frown as I reach over with one hand and grasp hold of it while using my other to wipe away my continuous tears. Why did everything bad have to happen to me?!
I angrily remove the lid of the box and it is then I actually notice what it is.
What was Amanda doing with this?! Holy mother of god….
Resting at the very top was a small folded up piece of paper. I frown and yank it out and unfold it.
She knew too much.
Is all it read. I turn it over but there’s nothing else. What?! Is someone trying to help me?
I fold the paper back up and push it to the side. Well that confirmed my suspicions of her being murdered.
I sigh as I look deeper in the box. The horrible memories come flooding back. I pick up one of the photographs and almost burst out into tears again.
She gave a look to Jamie and Harry and I started to panic. I tried to heave myself up off the floor but I was pushed back down. I then received a blow to the stomach. I lost my breath for a second then I received another one. And again. I screamed and cried out in pain. All three of them were surrounding me. Each one kicking me continuously. It stopped hurting after a while and all the pain just became numb. Tears were pouring down my cheeks as I tried with all my strength to wriggle away. What kind of life is this?
These photographs were taken by fellow classmates and students who found pleasure in watching me suffer. I managed to keep a few of them and I look at them to keep me motivated and on track. I shove this one aside and pick up the next one. This one was the worst memory of them all.
She yanked me to the girl’s bathroom accusing me of flirting with Harry and the next minute, I was on the floor being held down by her as she painfully slashed open the skin on my legs. I screamed and screamed yet nobody listened. It was achingly slow and the pain was excruciating. I had never felt anything like this before. There was nothing I could do except lie there and let her do this to me.
I felt tears begin to pour down my cheeks and onto the photo probably ruining it forever. At this moment, I really couldn’t care.
I turn over the photo where I wrote down everything that had happened in each of these pictures including all of my real details. There were so many more of these in the box but I put them back. There is still a dead girl in my room!
Whoever killed her obviously knew she had found this box so they killed her to help keep my identity a secret. But Amanda wouldn’t have told anyone would she? Was she as innocent as she played out to be?
I look down at her dead body and the tears well up again.
Why did you have so many secrets Amanda?
I need to get this body out of here but how? There is no fucking way I am carrying her out. I will get even more nightmares than I already do!
So I call the only person who was on my mind and would have the balls to do this.
Harry.
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Harry POV
I raced over to her house as soon as I got her upset phone call. How can that bitch be dead?! Did she kill herself?!
I didn’t know if I was going to comfort Adriana or to see if Amanda is actually dead. I really hoped it was the second one! But just hearing Adriana’s scared voice literally made me feel like shit and I have no fucking idea why.
My emotions are confusing me.
I don’t know whether I hate her or like her and it’s so confusing!
But now that Amanda’s apparently gone, I have to find out about Adriana myself which makes things a lot harder for me! It’s a shame really. I was looking forward to killing her myself so she can feel the torture her parents went through. She deserves it.
Once upon a time I was I nasty drug dealer. WAS. And I killed anyone who refused to pay me back. So hence that’s what happened to her parents. But I took Amanda and instead of killing her, the rest of the boys and I used her pretty much as our….sex slave? But she never obeyed us so I wanted to kill her there and then but the other boys refused. So now that I had a reason to kill her, I was looking forward to it. Until some dick ruined the fun for me. I need to know who killed her so I can whip his or her ass!
I was desperate and ruthless back then. I literally had no heart. Now I look back and notice that I am still ruthless but I have developed a heart. Even if it is very small.
I hadn’t noticed I had already reached her door. I found it was open so I let myself in. I hear crying coming from upstairs and quickly head up there.
I open the door in front of me to find Adriana curled up in a ball softly crying to herself. It almost….saddened me to see her like this?
Holy shit…..I did not just say that.
I notice Amanda’s dead body on the floor and her head was swimming in a pool of blood. This was nothing special to me. I had seen a lot worse than this.
I slowly walk over to Adriana and crouch down to her level. She just carries on staring at the dead body in her room.
Without even thinking about what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around Adriana and pulled her closer to me.
Hey….I might as well be nice to her to get answers from her!
No Styles! You have feelings for her! You’re in denial!
Shut up!
She cries even harder into my chest and instinctively I rub her back trying to soothe her.
“Shhh baby, it’s ok I’m here now.” I coo. I feel her gently nod her head as she continues to cry on me. Strangely, I didn’t mind and that fucking scared me which is unusual.
I’m Harry fucking Styles and hardly anything scares me. But my confusing feelings for this girl scare me and it’s not helping that I need to get closer to her in order to get info out of her.
She carried on crying while I soothed her for a good few minutes before she calmed down and lifted herself off of me.
“Thanks Harry.” She croaks.
“No problem love.” I reply while using my thumb to wipe off the remaining tears on her face.
Oh god….I’m turning into those soppy love story guys! I groan at myself.
“I’m gonna get this body out of her ok?” I ask gently. She slowly nods her head while I stand up and walk towards the body.
I need to know who did this because I am pissed….
Notes
For all of ya guys hatin on Amanda, I hope you are happy!I feel bad for her because she did nothing wrong....YOU GUYS ARE EVIL!
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