A knock rang at the door, and I danced out of Harry’s bed to answer it, knowing it would probably be Haz as he had left to get some milk for our tea’s.

“It’s our fav..” I started to say while opening the door but stopped when a strange, large dark figure stood in the place I expected to see Harry.

“Where is he?” he spoke, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Where’s who?” I questioned innocently.

He looked impatient “Harry, you dip shit.”

His language shocked me, but warned me not to mess with the stranger at my door.

“He just went out, if you come back in 10 minutes he should be home.” I spoke nervously “Or did you want me to take a message.” My voice softened as his eyes burnt into me.

“He shoved a piece of paper at my chest and turned around.” My eyes watered with pain as I re-drew the breath that had been forced from my lungs.

I turned around and closed the door, ensuring I put the dead lock on the door. Whoever the man was, he wasn’t friendly and I knew he had troublesome intentions. I turned over the paper, curious of what it had to say. My eyes still blurred with tears at the shock from the strange encounter. I attempted to read the writing. Meet me at the Park’s statue at 12 tonight, if you want her to live. Don’t be late. It read. I knew right away what the threat meant. I drew in a deep breath and threw the paper in the bin. He wasn’t going to risk his life. Not for me. I couldn’t lose him. Not now. I drew in another breath as the door rattled a second time. It would have been Harry, I was sure. I had dead locked it so his key would not be granting him entrance anyway. I opened the door, but once again the figure stood, towering over me. My heart stopped.

“On other thoughts, let’s give Harry a preview of what will happen if he doesn’t show up tonight.” The voice trickled into my ears, as I struggled to comprehend the meaning.

His laughter was dark and fake. He shoved his way into the entrance of the hallway and tugged me behind him into Harry’s room. I almost instantly knew what the location of his attack would mean for me. He pushed me down on the bed and took off his hat that was previously hiding his face. He had black as night hair that was shaved to his head. A scar ran up his cheek, and his arms were traced with troubling tattoos. His eyes were a dark black also and his body was easily double the size of mine. He took his shirt off and smirked at me with a smile that replayed in my mind and made me want to throw up the contents of my stomach. I crawled back to the back corner of the bed trying to get away from the man. He pulled down his pants and pulled my legs towards him. I screamed, but I was silenced by a punch across the face. Everything went black momentarily. My head rolled to the side. When I woke his eyes were looking down on me.

“Ready” a small laugh escaped his lips, the sound, full of malicious intent.

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