Dice [h.s.]

58

I didn't want to do this. In no way was this my first choice. But I had to. I had to put an end to this. I didn't care how many relationships I had to ruin. I can fix those in the end. But I can't fix death.

I eventually found a bobby pin that was most definitely from one of his old whores. I wonder if he still sleeps with them? I wouldn't expect him not to. It's okay if he did. It's not like we're anything.

I don't know if we're ever going to go anywhere after this.

I glanced down at my phone quickly. I had left Harry hundreds of messages but he ignored every single one of them. Either he's in a plane right now or he's just being a sour puss.

I really hope he's just being a sour puss

I left the bedroom and walked down the hallway, stopping at the double locked door. I saw him leave this place once. And that was by accident. I was getting up to pee so I didn't get a UTI and I saw him stomp out of the room.

As I stood in front of the door, all the possible outcomes played in my head. A, Harry hates me for the rest of my life and kills me. Weirdly not the worst option. B, Harry hates me but kicks me out of Alea, forcing me to work for Leonardo. Or C, Harry hates me and he forces me to stay to feed into his masochism and make me suffer.

That's the worst option.

"Fuck it." I whispered and moved down to my knees.

I unfolded the bobby pin with my teeth, getting the familiar taste of metal to linger on my tongue. I used to bite bobby pins as a child so this wasn't a bad taste to have.

I formed the bobby pin into a 90 degree angle and placed the longer part on the bottom of the lock. I began to turn it like a key in multiple directions mindlessly. I felt my tongue stick out as I concentrated. This lock wasn't easy.

Eventually, I heard the click of the lock. I sighed and stood up and pushed on the doorknob, but it didn't open. I quickly remembered I had a passcode to type in for the second lock in the door.

I moved over to the keypad and glanced at the numbers on the pad. I had one chance to get this right or Harry would be notified of my attempt to break in. So, who is the one person Harry talks about 24/7.

His mother

Okay, when's his mothers birthday? Shit, I don't know. Or when did his mother die? Fuck I don't know that either. I can't call anybody because everyone would question why I need it and I'd have to come up with a shitty lie and get suspicious.

Okay, when's his birthday? Crap, I don't even know that. What do I know about him? He's annoying, his parents died in a plane crash, and he has daddy issues like me. But I don't know his birthday? Huh.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and immediately opened safari. I typed in Harry's name, hoping that the internet would give me purpose for once. Sure as shit, Harry's name came up along with his birthday. February first, huh. So we're almost exactly a year apart? Interesting.

I clicked on his dad's name, which led me to his birth and death date, along with his mothers birthday. Perfect. But, wait. Why would he make it something you can find so easily on the internet? But, if he's smart, he'll do what's most obvious. But he'd also know someone like me would know that so he'd do something hard.

Fuck. Kennedy, think.

Wait. Harry didn't create this pass code. It was his father. It was his fathers office before him. So what's something his father would put the code as? His wife's birthdate? Or Harry's?