Doubts

Saturday Night

I look up and look into the eyes of my tied up father, kneeling in front of me. I try to move, though I know I can’t, seeing as I’m tied to a chair.

“Now, Harry. We obviously brought you and Des here for a reason. And that reason isn’t to kill you, well, that is, if you agree to our conditions.” Vincent says to me, circling around my father and me.

My dad looks to me with sympathetic eyes. This was supposed to be an easy job. Now, everything’s gone wrong.

“Do you know what we want from you?” Vincent continues. I stay silent. “We want you and your four little friends… what are their names? Oh, yeah, Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn. We want you to join us. You five are all stronger than your fathers. And you’re going to be the leader once Des either dies or steps down. Whichever comes first. We want you five to join us. Maybe even merge completely instead of just you five.” Vincent proposes. “You have five minutes to decide or we’ll kill your father and then we’ll kill you.”He says, cocking his gun and pressing it to my father’s temple. I attempt, once again, to get out of my restraints, but it’s no use. I’m fuming and do something I regret. I spit on Vincent. He wipes my saliva off and strikes me across my head with his gun.

“You want to try something like that again?!” He screams in my face while aiming the gun at my dad again. “Now, you have to give me an answer this second for that stunt or I’ll blow his head off!” He yells. I look in my dad’s eyes, as if he’ll tell me what to do. But I already know what I need to do.

Betrayal is the worst possible trait and penalty is death, for us. I just don’t know if I can say no to Vincent and possibly kill both myself and my father by doing so, or if I should say yes and jeopardize, not only my life ,but my relationship[ with my father.

My dad looks directly into my eyes and shakes his head no. My eyes tear up, knowing what he’s implying me to do, but I push them back, not wanting to seem weak at a moment like this.

“I do not agree to your conditions, Vincent” I say, hanging my head in shame, heartbreak, and sadness.

“Very well, then. Des, any last words?” Vincent at least had the decency to allow him that.

“Yes, Harry, I love you, tall your mother and sister I love them.” Dad says, almost in a sob. Seconds later I hear the gunshot, causing my hearing to be impaired for a few seconds, and see my dad’s eyes go lifeless as he falls to his side, dead. This emits a noise mixed between a sob and a growl from me.

“Now, you.” Vincent cocks his gun in my direction and I wait for the impact when a door flies open and Louis, Zayn, and their dads enter, guns cocked. One of them, I don’t know which, somehow knocks Vincent out as another unties me. But I’m too numb to notice anything else or even move.

“Louis, Zayn, get Harry out and bring him home. We’ll take care of Des and Vincent.” Zayn’s father says.

With that, I wake up in a cold sweat. Not the dream- memory- again. I need to get my mind off it. I quickly throw on some sweat pants and make my way outside to the beach, still shirtless.

I sit at the edge of the shore and just stare out at the ocean. I really tried to repress all of my past memories but I guess it's going to be harder than I expected.

Notes

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