After a extensive ride we finally pull into a driveway.

"We're here," Harry said, shining like a star.

"Well, lets go in," I smiled as we got out of the car.

Harry grabbed our bags, then locked the car. We strolled up to a light tan house and stepped up the rock stairs that led us onto the porch. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, holding it for me, I walk in slowly as he followed whilst shutting the door.

"Stay here for a minute, I'm going to put our bags away," His raspy demanded as he disappeared around a corner.

But I was too curious to stay there though, I wanted to look around. I smile as I look to see if I can sneakily look around. The coast was clear, so I started to walk slowly and turn a corner to see a living room.

It had wooden floors and white walls, with a beige couch with a stand and a lamp on each side, and beige chairs on either sides of the room. There was a coffee stand in front of the couch with a few pictures on it. Then looking on the other side there was another stand with a huge flat screen T.V. on it. I look at the walls to see pictures hanging up. I walk over to them and studied each one. They looked like family members, but the pictures looked a little old.

"Makayla, what are you doing?" Harry asked.

I jumped, startled. I turn around to see him leaning against the wall. His perfect lips curved into a smile, waiting for me to answer.

"Um... nothing," I lied.

He raised his eyebrows, knowing that I was lying,"I told you to stay by the door,"

"I got curious," My voice got a little squeaky for some reason.

"Why were you looking at my photos?" He voice got serious as his eyebrows lowered.

I shrugged,"I was just looking at pictures. Gosh.. its not like its illegal."

His jaw clenched, why was he so mad at me looking at his pictures? His body stopped leaning against the wall and stomped over to me. He looked at the pictures that I was looking at, sadness ran over his face.

"Don't look at these," He said while grabbing onto my forearm making me follow him out of the room. He pulled me over a turn and then another, leading me into another room.

"This is our room, unless I kick you onto the couch," He voice was harsh.

I looked up at him confused, what did I do to tick him off? I could feel his grip tightening on my arm, I started to wince in pain and tried to pull back, but that didn't help.

He looked down at me and let go, I backed away from him and rubbed my arm where it stung.

"Go lay down for a bit, I have to go," He said pushing me into the room and slamming the door behind me, I tried to open it but its locked.

I was about to pound on but I heard small crying. Was Harry crying? Why?

Harry's P.O.V.

I slid down on the other side of the door as I shut her in.

Those pictures held so much memory, horrible, painful memories.

My Family. My girlfriend. My friends. They are all gone because of me... I did something horrible to them. I could feel hot tears running down my face and soft whimpers escape my mouth, I missed them so much.

I tried many times to take those pictures down, to hide the painful memory of what happened that night I was turned. But every time I tried, something always stopped me.

I killed them all...

All my loved ones murdered by me.. the only people that had ever loved me.

Oh how I yearned for someone to love me again, and to love someone again.

Notes

so... What do you think?