Run & Hide ☠ Sequel

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   "But he did," I interrupted him, making him scowl. "How even do you know so much about our relationship?"

   "You stupid or something? I'm a fucking spy. I know everything about you and Harry," Blake smirked wickedly, his words starting to make me feel uncomfortable as Harry let out a growl and began advancing.

  But I held my arm out, stopping him before he could come any closer to Blake.

   "Are you still weak like you were before, Scarlett? Hmm? Do you still depend on Harry for everything? Just like how you depended on him to comfort you after your nightmares?" he taunted me.

   "Those were uncontrollable," I snarled, feeling the anger boil in my veins. "If he wasn't there to comfort me I wouldn't have survived from those panic attacks."

   "You keep defending your old self a lot," he said, grinning a little. "Isn't there a part of you that wished you weren't so weak and dependent on Harry? Huh?" he questioned suddenly, making me bite my cheek. "Looks like I'm right. Let me tell you this. If you were the way you are now, stronger, more confident, less selfless, I'm pretty sure you would've dumped Harry's ass a long time ago."

   "You're wrong," I growled immediately, refusing to believe a word he was saying. I wasn't even sure why we weren't torturing him right now to find out who were the other spies and where the bombs were hidden. I was too interested in hearing what he had to say, so was Harry.

   "He's right," Harry muttered lowly, making me snap my head towards him.

   "Harry, do not listen to a word he's saying-"

   "Harry, you too, know how horribly you've treated Scarlett in the past. The Scarlett standing right here today wouldn't have tolerated that a single bit, even if she did have those nightmares, she probably would've endured all the panic attacks because she's petty like that."

   "I am not petty, shut the fuck up," I snapped at Blake with a cross expression. But he focused on Harry.

   "I heard you cried a lot when Scarlett died. Like a lot. Everyone thought you've gone soft because of her. You used to be this cold asshole. You never trusted anyone, you never liked anyone, and you never cared for anyone. It was obvious when you started changing for her, gradually, but then all of a sudden, you turned into this big mushy softie, crying all the time you remembered Scarlett. It was fucking pathetic," Blake laughed maliciously, making Harry bite his lip and look away.

   "You changed yourself completely for her. If she really loved you, she would've loved you for you," Blake spat; making me part my lips to speak but Harry quickly spoke up.

   "You're right; I did change myself for her. But I changed myself so that I could someone she deserved. Plus I was getting nowhere in life being the person I used to be," Harry approached Blake with a low animalistic growl, ducking down in front of Blake.

   "You're fucking soft. It's pathetic, this is not who you are," Blake scoffed.

   "Soft? Want me to remind you who has the upper-hand here?" Harry snarled, driving the knife into Blake's thigh, causing him to cry out in agony. "Still think I'm soft?" Harry twisted the knife.

   "Don't forget pathetic, mate," Blake mocked even more, probably deciding that if he were to go down, he might as well go down with a bang. "Hey Scarlett!" he called out loudly, before cursing out loud in pain. "I'm sure you know about Harry's pathetic suicide attempt by now!"

   "Don't you fucking dare," Harry threatened, pulling the knife out and slamming it back down into Blake's other thigh. Blake roared in pain, his cries echoing throughout the room.