Chapter 4

Brook William's POV  

Harry was a troubled child.

His parents worked around the cloak, his friends had given up on him. Society itself had shunned what was the broken boy, and he hated them for it.

He hated them so much he became that boy. That boy who was consistently getting into trouble with school and the police. At the age of fourteen he had his first arrest for minor theft. 

At sixteen he'd graduated to burglary. In school, he was famous for sleeping around, he was the school's slut. He became a bad boy because it's better to be the bad than to be broken.

But you can only pretend for so long before reality caught up with you. You cannot put a band-aid on a bullet wound. Behind the facade, he was still the broken boy that I wanted so desperately to fix. I wanted to put him back together and mend him with whatever love I had left. 

I did love Harry. I loved in my own way. 

Our relationship was complicated but necessary for the both of us. I just hoped someday society would understand.

[A Month Later]

'Stripes or checked? Stripes or checked? Stripes or...'

I switched between the two dresses while I stood in front of the mirror. Which one should I choose? Which one would look better? 

I press the striped dress against my torso once again. It was a pretty dress but the checked dress  better matched my dark skin completion.

Dismissing the striped dress, I quickly grabbed the checked dress off of the bed and slid into its silky fabrics. 

It's been almost a month since school had ended for the summer and I was excited to get back into the classroom and the school routine. The memory of the white washed walls, the smell of board pen ink and the sound of my stilettos clicking against the wooden floors left a reminiscing hole in my heart. 

Of course, that wasn't the only thing that had left a hole in my heart.

There was also Harry. We hadn't spoken in a month yet the recollection of out last encounter still projected fresh in my mind. 

And that peeping boy. That was a close one! 

I could have got in some serious trouble  if someone found out about our relationship. Luckily Harry had sorted it out, but still, it was a close call. 

I smoothed my hands down my dress before examining myself in the mirror.  I couldn't risk getting caught with Harry again, I couldn't lose my job,  I loved that job. 

And I loved Harry. But I couldn't choose him over my work.

I sighed in despair, at least I'll look cute in my dress when I dumped him. I'd have to do it when I see him at school today. 

After fluffing up my hair one more time, I made a beeline towards the door. Just as I go to opened the door, I spotted a small envelope laying on the ground. That wasn't there yesterday, I guess the postman had come early today. 

Curiously, I picked it up and opened it.  

I stubbled back. No, it couldn't be.

I ripped off the whole envelop covering to reveal a picture. It was of Harry and I kissing! 

But the most frightening part was the message that was written in red felt tip ink. It read 'I'm telling' 

...

I gawked at the image in my hand, my heart thundering in my chest. Quickly, I crumpled the picture and shoved it into my back pocket. 

"No," I soothed myself as I subconsciously bite my lip. "No, it can't be true." 

 How could this be happening? I was always so careful. I'd always made sure we met after school hours when no one was looking. No one should have found out about us. 

Unless... 

Was it Harry himself  blackmailing me? Did he somehow predict I'd have second thoughts and he sent me this as a warning? 

Was this all a part of his sick twisted game?