Demented ➳ h.s [Editing Starting Soon]

CHARLOTTE’S POV

And we sat there, still as can be. No one breathed or coughed or whistled. We sat still and silent. Until Jack spoke up, “Well. Are you going to tell Harry?”

He was speaking to me but I couldn’t help but hesitate to answer. What if I did tell Harry? I’m sure he’d get mad and want to throw something. Going to jail and a mental asylum for the rest of his life for five murders and only four of which were actually dead does kinda suck. “I-I don’t know yet. Depends on the mood. If he’s happy, I might. If he’s moody, I’ll wait as long as I can.”

“Well if you plan on getting him out, you better do it soon.” Jack said, “They’re probably going to put him back on death row. He’s going to die if we don’t do this.”

The thought of Harry dying made my jaw tense and I slouched farther in my seat. Harry and dying shouldn’t go in the same sentence. Ever. “I’ll do it.”

****

I made arrangements where I could visit Harry in temporary confinement. Prison, basically. The guards were well built but not close to the guards at Navarro, meaning I could outrun most of them. The gates were metal and not very shiny. Some parts looked rusted and some looked like the texture of semen was left on it.

All in all, it was disgusting. I met Harry in a room along with Jack who persuaded the guards to let us in a room alone—although I’m pretty sure that’s illegal and the facility can be shut down for that.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Harry spoke from across the table. I knew he was trying to joke although that’s pretty hard when you’re handcuffed to the table and there’s guards right outside the door in case you go into a rampage. “Whatcha got for me?”

“Jack,” I gestured. He pulled out the files and things we’d collected and I took the liberty to explain everything, leaving out Raven. I got a nudge from Jack about that.

“So you snuck into Navarro?” He asked and we nodded, “Well then. You’re more badass than I thought, Charlotte.”

I cracked a smile but Jack interrupted our small moment, “You two can have all your lovey dovey things once we get you,” he pointed at Harry, “out of here. And your police record cleaned and all that stuff but mostly getting you out. I believe Charlotte has something to tell you. Don’t you, Char?”

I sighed, “Sorta.” Jack hit my arm slightly, “Okay! I’ll tell him.”

“Tell me what?”

I took the deepest breathe imaginable and let it out, “The fingerprints I collected at the crime scene belonged to Raven Townsend, your—”

“I know who Raven is. And you’re sure about this?” He seemed calm, even after I nodded, “Okay.” Discussion over. “What else did you find?” You could instantly tell he was taking everything he could in him to not blow up in a fit of rage; it was somehow working.

“Nothing that concerns you at the moment.” Jack’s statement wasn’t meant to come out rude but he was so preoccupied looking at files, he couldn’t check his tone.

“Last time I checked, Buddy,” Harry said, “everything concerns me right now. I could be dead in a few wee—” he stopped when he saw me wince. “Things could happen in a few weeks and I think we’d all like to avoid them, yes?” Jack and I nodded.

A guard knocked on the door indicating time was up and he was coming in. He was slightly older than all of us and his hair was full grown; not too long and not too short. He was quite handsome yet a name tag wasn’t present. “I’m sorry but your time is up. Let’s go,” he took Harry from the table and walked out, his belt bouncing up and down.

“Good job,” Jack applauded.

“Thanks, I guess.” We gathered our things and made our way out of the building and to the car. “We can’t keep using this car.”

“The whole thing isn’t that serious. They shouldn’t be looking for us.” He began to drive away.

“It is serious, Jack! We can be convicted for obstruction of evidence, trespassing, breaking and entering—”

“We didn’t break anything, we only entered,” he interrupted.

“In any event, we can go to jail. Therefore, we can use my car. I’ll just have to ask Celia first. I don’t want her dragged in this.” We agreed and he dropped me off home were Celia was laying on the couch with a bunch of tissues.

Animal Planet was on and I quietly walked behind the couch to watch the big screen, “The female elephant advances towards the male elephant. This is where they’ve realized they have found each other and begin ki—” Celia turned off the TV and sneezed loudly.

“I think I’m good. Welcome home, Char.” She spoke without looking at me and picked up her phone. “How was prison?”

“Scary; I think I’m scarred for life.” She smiled and patted a spot next to her after clearing room for herself by throwing tissues away. Although I was afraid of getting sick, I think she’s getting better.

As if reading my mind she said, “I’ve been taking vitamins and stuff. I’m seriously getting better, I’m down to just sneezing occasionally and blowing my nose. I think I’m going back to work.”

“What the hell do you even work as?”

She laughed, “I work with troubled children. I guess your love in helping people rubbed off on me.”

“I’m sure it’s the other way around, but okay.” I sat next to her and she looked at me.

“You must really like him,” she said, “you know, to do this. Even after what happened, you’re willing to risk your freedom and job for a patient.”

Although Harry and I hadn't exactly defined what I called a secret relationship, I knew he cared for me as much as I cared about him; if not, more. “He’s more than a patient.” I smiled and got up, “I’m going to bed. Running from the law tires you out.”

I ran up the stairs with her in the middle of asking, “Running from the law?!” All the rest of the night I laid awake in bliss, thinking about what things could be after Harry is released. All the good things, of course. I don’t have the mental capacity to think about the bad things anymore, I've had enough.

During those hours of laying awake, I thought of my depression and how I wasn't really that depressed lately. It was amazing. Harry’s like some pill that I take every few days to just get rid of everything. The side effects being: confusion, heavy withdrawal, not being able to operate heavy machinery, and infatuation. Harry was a medication not approved by the FAA and I didn't mind breaking the law to get what I wanted.

Notes

Back to short chapters, ahh. Sorry. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and pleaseeee go check out my new story Paper Stars just to see if you'll like it because it might be the story after Demented. Let me know. Also, go read all of XOXOH's writing because she's the best and sweetest. Love all your cute faces and I'll maybe update the first chapter of Paper Stars. Thankssssss.

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