Who Killed Harry?

I exchanged a nervous glance with Liam. We both came home bloodied and pretty shaken up. He was washing his blood stained hands under the tap. My knuckles were bandaged, well what do you expect when you hit a guy over and over and over. Ugh. I still can't believe I did that. Liam picked up a glass and filled it with the red wine from the open bottle on the worktop. He sat down opposite me at the kitchen table.
"Well I am going to say it or are you?" he asked and sipped his drink.
"Say what?" I inquired. Liam sighed and gulped down half his drink.

"Why did you come home with blood on your face, hands, in your hair and on your clothes?" he asked. I put my head in my hands and sat there in silence. My head was pounding.
"Well?" Liam asked.
"Why did you?" I replied.
"I asked you first."

I lifted my head and looked at him. "I had enough of Harry and I snapped," I confessed.
Liam gulped. "What did you do to him?" he asked.
"Beat him up. Punch after punch after punch, I kicked him in the head when he was down on the floor," I uttered. My mouth was dry and my knee was hitting the table as my legs shook violently.

I saw flashbacks of what happened. Harry lying there. Me bring a coward and running. I left him there. I retched and gagged, Liam looked at my startled. I ran over to the sink, I could feel sick burning in my throat. I vomited. I wiped my mouth and sighed. Liam stood beside me.
"Are you alright?" he asked. I shook my head.

"What about you? Why did you come back like that?" I asked. My eyes were glistening with tears.
"Harry," Liam sighed.
"What did you do to him?" I asked.
"You don't wanna know," Liam replied.

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