Don't Let Me Go

Fear. That is all that was traveling through my body. My eyes spilled tears; my whole entire body trembled from the cold wind. Someone was out to get me, and I knew it. Someone out there wants to kill me, and I cannot do anything to stop them, except for to keep running.

What would you do if your whole life was on the move, afraid that someone out there is going to eventually kill you? That your whole life just flipped upside down in the matter of one normal night? What if someone could save you though?

"The gun was fired, and all I could see was the bullet sinking right into my lovers heart"


4. Chapter 4


I kept thinking about Harry all night as I lied in the bedroom that he told me I was to stay in. His brown curls, his bright green eyes. Something about him seems so captivating; I just want to know him better. Too bad he is extremely dangerous and could technically kill me whenever he wanted to. The way he treats me sometimes though makes me wonder if he would ever hurt me physically. Oh who am I kidding? If he really had to, he’d probably pull the trigger on me at any moment. He cannot be trusted, I mean, he basically kidnapped me for heaven’s sake.

The moon shined through the glass window in the room, my eyes glaring at the lights in the sky. I pulled the duvet over my body and tried to warm myself up, the temperature in the room slowly dropping in degrees. Pretty soon the room was absolutely freezing, my teeth chattering against each other. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't sleep. It wasn't necessarily the cold that was keeping me up; it was the events that have happened to me in the last twenty four hours that have kept me up.

I keep wondering if Harry has anything to do with the people who killed my parents, but I don’t dare to ask him. He hates it when I ask him questions. I don’t understand why, I mean, I have the right to ask questions. To be honest, I am scared. I am scared for what tomorrow will bring me; I am scared of Harry mostly. The thought of Harry killing me is still fresh in my mind. Ever since that phone call he had yesterday, the thought still seems possible. Were people expecting him to kill me? Why was I on their hit list? There are so many unanswered questions building up in my brain, I could just about explode.

I remember Harry saying that I would thank him later, which I completely do not understand. What the hell would I thank him for? My life is practically being controlled by him; I cannot even leave this house. My whole entire family is now dead thanks to these horrible people, which may or may not have included Harry, and I really have nothing to live for anymore. To be honest, I am a wreck!

A little knock on my door took me out of my deep thinking, my body jolting a bit from the surprise sound. I whisper for the person to come in, and the curly brown haired boy came shuffling in.

“Erm, I heard chattering or a noise coming from in here…is it cold?” He asked, pushing his hair out of his face.

I nodded slowly, goose bumps already forming on my light skin. He sighs softly, before carefully climbing into the bed next to me. He was only wearing his boxers, so all of his tattoos were visible. Without thinking, my fingers went and traced the outline of his tattoos. I could tell that Harry was taken aback by my sudden touch, but he didn’t seem to mind it that much. He watched me carefully as my fingers traced every single detail. His skin was beautiful. I looked into his eyes and he smiled at me.


“No it’s fine. Nobody has done that before…I liked it.” He whispered, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“I don’t understand…” I mutter to myself, just enough for Harry to hear though.

“What don’t you understand?” He asked, looking directly into my hazel eyes.

“This. Everything. Why I am here, why did people kill my parents, why are their people after me?” I babbled, tears now streaming down my pale skin.

He wipes my tears away quickly with the pads of his large thumbs and sighed. He knew that I wouldn't let this go without a thorough explanation of what is happening to me.

“Marley, all I can tell you is that your parents had something…something they wanted.” He told me with all seriousness.

“What? What did they want from them?” I questioned, my curiosity peaking.

“I cannot tell you that. That’s why I told you not to ask questions. I am not supposed to tell you anything.” He replied, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

“So you are working with them?”

“Not technically, but I am…you know.” He muttered quietly.


My eyes widen, my fear of this boy growing stronger by the second. He works with the people who killed my parents. He is dangerous, yet somehow I want to be beside him. I don’t understand at all.


“Why are you keeping me with you…here?”


His breathing starts to slow down, a small smile forming on his lips. His reaction to my question scares me a bit, my body shifting uncomfortably in the bed next to him.


“So you can’t go tell people about your parents. We need to stay undercover.” He explained, showing no emotion.

This comment made me angry, for as much stress and sadness they have put me through, they should all be locked up for the rest of their lives.

“Of course I want to tell the police! You guys killed the only people who care about me! You guys…you ruined my life!” I yell, tears falling faster than before.

His expression immediately changed to sympathy, as he tried yet again to wipe my tears. I slapped his hand away, turning around to face the wall. He got up from the bed, which caused instant panic to set into my body.

“A-are you going to kill me?” I whispered; my breath staggering.


His eyes go wide, his whole body freezing in its place. His hands run through his curly hair, an instant look of horror in his eyes. His feet finally carry him over to my side of the bed, his large hands taking mine in his. His eyes look directly into mine; I could feel his minty breath tickle my skin.


“I don’t ever want to do that.”

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