H A R R Y


I could hardly sleep last night. I have no idea what the reason was, but I could guess I assume. I suppose it was because of Bella, because I have nothing else to worry about. She’s down there in the cold basement, suffering and probably scared out of her mind.

But yet, at the same time, I don’t care.

The reason I don’t care is because Bella is a very tricky person, despite our past together and what she’s done and haven’t done.

She could play me in a moment’s notice. And I, being the fool to believe it all, don’t notice until after, when its too late to control it.

She gives me those weird, but amazing feelings. My stomach bubbles when I’m around her. My head spins, my heart almost stops. Her presence hits me like a bitch, and I know why she makes me feel that way.

Because I’m in love with her. I always have been, always will be.

The word love means so much to me, especially when it comes to Bella. My mother died when I was a very young age, and I haven’t got much for a family. Just my father, who couldn’t care less about me. As a child, I always looked up to my father only because I had no one else.

And I regret that.

Tremendously.

Well, if I had someone else I might not be here right now. Bella and I could be happy, and not where we are today. Since I looked up to my father and wanted to do everything like him, I’m now a very bad, dangerous, harmful person.

And I hate that.

I know for sure I’m out of my mind most of the time, but deep, deep down inside of myself.. there’s that part of me that still cares and actually is normal, believe it or not.

Bella is the only true love I have. No matter how much I doubt it, I’ve never been given love, except from Bella. It’s more than just the love part that I enjoy having, it’s the assurance that she cares for me, well.. cared.

If my father would show care, concern, and perhaps even protection.. then I might not be like this. I could be normal, but instead.. look at me. Snorting cocaine at twelve years old, drinking at thirteen, smoking at fourteen.

And let’s not forget the countless murders I’ve been involved in, but of course my father was the head man of all of those. My father isn’t the true criminal, he doesn’t follow the national rules. You’re either a true psycho, or a true killer.

Almost everyone who lives this way knows that two things: You don’t kill women and children. And you don’t rape women and children.

But my father… he doesn’t live by those rules.

But I do.

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As I stare in the mirror at my horrid reflection, I could see the beads of sweat rolling down from my forehead. I just got done working out, it’s a common stress reliever for me.

‘’Look at you.. look at the things you’ve done, you piece of shit.’’ I mumble to myself.

‘’You just can’t be normal, can you?’’ I ask myself, knowing that I won’t answer.

I shake my head in shame as I turn around, ignoring the constant comments about my horrible life in my mind. With a sigh, I go to the door and come out of the bathroom. I need to check on Bella, hopefully Liam followed what I told him to do and gave them something to eat.

I know I don’t want to care so much, but I have to keep both alive. Besides, even the toughest of kidnappers feed their victims.

God, it’s so damn horrible that I think that way. Everything revolves around some type of crime. Here I am, twenty one years old, I should be at college and setting out my future.



But instead.. I’m the idiot that kidnapped my ex-girlfriend, who is also my soul mate and one true love, and her best friend just to help my father out.




I’m helping the devil himself, so you know what that makes me…

Notes

I will update soon, sorry if its a little short! I'll pick up the longer chapters soon, I've just been busy and this is all that needed to go in this one! Love ya, thanks for reading! Hope ya like! ♥♥

-B