It took me awhile to realize what had just happened.

I murdered a man

I didn't know what would happen next. So I ran.

I got halfway down the street before I ran straight into Harry's chest.

"Meadow, what the hell happened! Are you okay?" I had tears running down my face and blood freckling my body.

I sobbed into his chest, and he held me against him, rubbing my back. He walked me the whole way back to his apartment, and sat next to me on the couch.

The weight of the days events was killing. I lost my mom, the house was trashed, and I killed Jace. I killed him.

I finally opened up to Harry, stuttering out the words, and he looked afraid.

When I finished he spoke.

"So, Jace is dead?"

"Yeah, I think I really did kill him."

He put his head in his hands.

"Aw shit Meadow. You know what happens next?" He looked up at me, and I shook my head, "Jace had a whole bunch of allies. People stronger and even more relentless than he was. When they find out what happened, they'll come after you."

I put my hand against my chest, trying to slow my heart beat down. I was sure to have a heart attack soon.

Harry got up, and paced around his living room.

"Harry, it was self defense. Would you rather have me dead? Or him?"

He kept pacing.

"Come on, Harry. I had no other choice!"

This was getting infuriating.

"Say something!"

Instead, he took the lamp on the side table and smashed it against the wall. The glass shards fell onto the carpet, the lamp shade flew across the room.

But he didn't stop there.

He took the side table, and threw that against the wall as well.

"Stop it!" I screamed. He had already made a hole in the wall, and I had never seen him so angry and violent.

I stood from where I had been on the couch, and backed away, trying to go unnoticed. I opened the door, and into the hallway. Even more tears fell as I slid down the opposite wall, and rested my chin on my knees.

I could clearly hear the smashes coming from inside, and that frightened me even more.

By then I was shaking with sobs.

No, I can't. I can't just sit out here while Harry destroys everything. I stepped back inside, and ducked as a book flew by my face.

His back was still turned to me.

To be honest, I didn't know why he was this angry. I know I messed up really bad for killing him, and I'd probably end up going to jail, but there was no reason for him to be so mad.

I carefully walked up to him, and set my hand on his shoulder. His reaction was quite unexpected.

He grabbed the collar of my shirt, and his fist came at me fast.

I screwed my eyes shut, and felt the force. He had punched me.

My protector had punched me straight in the face. He got my jawbone, but I felt the pain all over. Shooting through my arms, legs, and ending in my heart.

He released me, and I would've fallen to the ground if he hadn't put his arms around me. He sat me on the floor gently, saying things that I couldn't comprehend. I was deafened by the fact that Harry hit me. And hard.

Finally, the block subsided, and I heard the things he was saying.

"Meadow, please, talk to me! You know I didn't mean it, you know I'd never hurt you! Come on baby, please!"

I turned my head, looking him in the eyes. I loved those green eyes. His hands were cupping my face. I loved those hands. Loved being the key word.

There were a few tears that had escaped, but I didn't want to cry. Not again.

I bit my lip, as he kissed my bruised jaw. I struggled, but I stood up and headed for the door, yet again.

I had my hand on the doorknob, but I was slammed into the wall next to it. My back was pressed to the wall, Harry's front against mine, keeping me still.

"You're not leaving. Not when I just got you back." He growled.

"You flipped out and punched me, Harry!" I yelled in his face.

"I didn't mean it, baby. You know I'd never do that."

"But you did."

He pounded his fist against the wall next to my head.

"I didn't mean it, I thought you'd already left!"

"Get off of me." I sighed.

"No, I can't let you slip away again! I know I don't deserve you. Not in the least. You're better off with someone else, but I'm too selfish. I need you. You can't leave me again!"

"What makes you think I'm any better than you? I killed a fucking man today, Harold!"

"You were right to do it though. And when the rest of them come for us, I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe, I promise! They won't lay a hand on you, they'd have to kill me first."

It touched me at how sweet he was being, but it didn't lessen the throbbing in my jaw.

He lowered his head and began kissing my neck, biting and sucking. I bit my lip to keep any noises inside. He wasn't going to win this one.

He had his hands on my waist, and his curly hair tickled my chin.

I tried keeping my hands tight at my sides, but they ended up around the back of his head.

He stopped the heavenly assault on my jaw and neck, and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. He was testing me to see if I'd push him away. When I didn't resist, he brushed his lips against mine. This was killing me.

His tongue glided across my bottom lip, and a sigh slipped. He smirked, he knew he was winning.

I couldn't stand it anymore, I crashed my lips onto his, battling his tongue. It felt like a shade had been pulled away from my eyes, I was finally seeing. I kissed him with all the passion I had, and he did the same.

Never before had we been so close.


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