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“What do you mean?” My brow creases.
“For everything that’s happened to you.” He speaks in a low and solemn voice.
“I don’t understand?”
I hear the sound of the large church door creaking open then closing, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. I feel a shudder run over my body. Eric looks past me, and his eyes follow the person heading towards us. My lips form a straight line when I quickly realize, he’s sad because he’s fucking set me up.
Inhaling a slow breath, I count to ten before turning around. Allowing the air to slowly leave my lungs, I steady the trembling that’s currently running all over my body. The fear of who’s there isn’t what’s bothering me. It’s the confirmation of who’s there.
“Hello, sweet girl.” The voice is like slugs crawling all over my body whilst paralyzed.
Turning around in the pew, Harry stands in the aisle. His face cracks into a wicked, forced smile. He bares his teeth to me. His eyes flicker with the evil that lies deep within his rotten soul. My eyes dart around the large church, but it appears to only be the three of us now. I’m trapped between the two men, and I can only stare at the man I hate with a deep fucking passion.
Stepping away slightly from the pew, he gestures for me to stand. I look back to Eric, but he just stares ahead as the tears roll down his cheeks.
“Where are we going?” I ask dryly, refusing to look at Harry.
“Just for a drive, you know…catch up.” His tone is strangely calm, even if the smile that’s still painted on is maniacal.
I feel my teeth biting the dry skin on my lower lip, another bad habit I have when I’m anxious. My incisors are trying to draw blood, I don’t know why. Maybe if I feel a little pain, I’ll suddenly spring into action and escape this fucking beartrap, but I know that’s not what’s going to happen, and even if I do, I have no idea who’s outside or what’s going to happen once I set foot out those doors.
Looking back towards the altar, I don’t see Father Dudley anywhere; all the people have left. I feel my forehead crease at the strangeness of it all. It’s as though they all knew something bad was happening and moved away to protect themselves.
Wish I had that kind of fucking sixth sense.
My shoulders sag, and the only thought that comes to mind is to waste time. Looking to my left Eric has his head bowed slightly. When I nudge him, he jumps. Almost backing away from me.
“Can you move over a little, please?” I ask softly.
Eric’s eyes dart between both Harry and me before he slides a seat over and I do the same. Turning to Harry, he looks confused for a moment before sliding into the pew. With the three of us sitting shoulder to shoulder, my eyes are fixed on the large burning candles at the altar. Focusing on the flames, I begin to speak.
“I don’t know what Harry threatened you with, Eric, but I’m not angry with you.” I keep my voice steady. “I know you’re just protecting yourself, and no one should be punished for that.”
Eric slowly nods, wiping the tears from his eyes. My focus turns to Harry, who seems unfazed by my request for him to sit with me.
“If I go with you, are you going to kill me?”
He lets out a small laugh, amused by the question put to him. His snake-like eyes turn towards me, and his lips curl into a slow smile. He doesn’t answer my question, not verbally anyway but I know the answer by the flicker of amusement that dances across his expression. The thought of inflicting fear on me brings him a sick happiness. Like a child pulling the wings off a fly and looking in wonder at how it suffers.
Hearing footsteps towards the front of the church, I sit up in the pew craning my neck to see where they’re coming from. Preying it’s not Father Dudley. I doubt Harry would show mercy to someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. As the echoes get louder, I feel Harry and Eric shift in their seats, looking around as to who’s approaching.
When a firm grasp grabs my arm and jerks me from the pew, a gunshot is fired. The bullet echoes through the church, causing Harry to release his grip on me. I feel myself fall back into the pew as Harry lands in the aisle. With his gun raised and eyes wild, he frantically turns around, trying to spot the source of the noise.
“Get the fuck out here now!”
“If I do that, you’re under arrest, Harry.”
The breath I was holding in finally escapes my lungs, the familiar voice bringing hope as the footsteps near. A shadow flickers by the pillar. Harry catches my eyes and immediately turns around and fires four times. I slam my hands over my ears and duck behind the pew, pulling Eric with me.
“Fuck you, cop! I’ll fucking kill you before you arrest me!” Harry’s voice becoming frantic, behaving like a caged animal.
“Sure, about that?” The arrogance in Bhodi’s voice is undeniable as he appears at the altar.
Stepping down, he keeps his gun trained on Harry, who finally turns around. The look of humor now replaced with horror as Bhodi has managed to move quickly through the church. Slowly rising to my feet, Bhodi looks at me before turning his attention back to Harry.
I scream loudly when Harry grabs a fistful of my hair, dragging me by the roots to use me as a human shield. Pulling my body to his, his grip on my hair causes my eyes to water. With the barrel of the gun pressed firmly to my temple, I can feel the anger radiating off Harry. I feel his breath on my neck before his voice bellows into my ear.
“I’ll fucking shoot her, I’ll blow her fucking brains all over this church.”
