章 3: Chapter Two.
Dun. Dun. Dun. I could hear my heart racing as I heard another groan. I was hoping it was a talking dog because who wouldn't want a talking dog? Oh lordy. Help me out. Although my life is shitty.. I don't wanna die. I need to know how Suits ends. I got a lot of potential boyfriends. Although the last one is a lie. I'm sure people wanna date me. I mean who wouldn't?
Another crash and I snapped back to reality.
"You can do this. It ain't gonna be hard. Rapunzel did it. I mean how hard can it be? I put myself through law school. I can do this. Phew!" I was cheering myself on because I knew no one else was going to. Pathetic. I know. Straying from the matter at hand again.
You can do this Harper!
I move as slow and silent as possible. Like a panther waiting for the right time to catch its prey. Analogy on point. Anyways. So I pick up the first thing I find and a pillow as a shield. I walk out from my room and I see the kitchen. It looks normal. The moonlight hits the table top making it glisten and it would have looked beautiful but it was just hurting my eye.
I heard the groan again. Come on dude stop groaning. My neighbors might think that I was doing the thingbadaboom. Come on! Anyways. I turn to the direction from where the groans are coming from. I look around and see a shadow. It was crouching down and it looked like he was hurt. I was sure it was a dude because he looked big. I walked towards him. Slowly. I tried speaking but there was nothing except air coming out.
Come on Harper! Now is not the time for your anxiety. Speak up woman! You can do this.
Shut up brain. How about you do the talking.
I would but I'm part of you idiot. Harper now is not the time. You can do this.
So I walked towards the mystery man and I use the weapon I had and I poked him and immediately moves 8 step back.
"Umm.. hurt you house me?" Okay Harper what the fuck was that? It's one sentence? All you had to say was, who are you with a bit of confidence so you don't get yourself killed. Be intimidating. What the fuck was that? I loathe myself. Ugh! Okay no biggie. You can do it again.
"Who are you?" I whispered. Great. Now just a bit louder.
"WHO ARE YOU?" Calm your boobies woman. Too loud I repeat Too loud!
The man in front of me tries to scurry away and he let's out a groan when he figured out he couldn't move. He turned around and I saw that he was holding his stomach. I tried to move forward.
"Stay away!" He groaned/ whispered. He tired moving again.
I walked closer. I crouch down to try and get a picture of what was happening. I move closer and I felt like I stepped on something. Well I only noticed it when I slipped and landed on top of him.
Holy fuck. I'm on top a dude.
"Are you okay?" I asked. Concern laced my words.
"Geoofme." He groaned.
"I'm sorry but you gotta be a bit more clear" I replied.
"I said GET OFF ME" he shouted.
That's when I realized. My stupid butt was still on top of him. And this is why ladies and gentlemen. I, HARPER SAGE DAVIDSON, am gonna die alone.
I mumble a quick apology and get up. Just to slip and fall again and luckily not on him. I look down to see that my over sized t shirt is bloody.
Oh Lordy! It's just blood. Not like you haven't seen it before. He may kill you after you stitch him up. But you can die a hero Harper.
I remove my t shirt and wrap it around his wound to stop the bleeding until I get my kit to patch him up. I was completely oblivious to the fact that I was in my bra and underwear.
I ask him to stay put ignoring his protest. I should have just kicked him out of the house because all he ever does he groan. Even though I'm helping him. I'm such a good person.
I rummage around to find the first aid kit. And once I found it. I walked back to the now dying person. I pull out a pain killer. The box is filled with pain killers due to my constant accidents but you don't need to know that.
I take a couple and I hand it over to the guy. He refuses to take it.
"You will need this. Trust me." I said
He doesn't look up and his hair is covering his eyes. Due to the darkness I couldn't see how he looked and I didn't care cuz right now helping him is what mattered.
He slowly reaches out a takes the pain killers from me. I hand him the water bottle and get back to work.
I first remove his blazer. I couldn't help but think. Why a person in such an expensive suit would get stabbed and end up in a shabby place aka my house. With my mind wandering, I did not realize that I was unbuttoning his shirt and I was almost done with it.
"We haven't even met and you already trying to get me undressed?" He said with what I'm guessing is a smirk on his face. He lets out a chuckle when he sees my face.
I gasp.
His body was perfect. It was sculpted. He looked as if he walked out of the runway straight into my house. He looked like he would fit with any of the magic mike people.
"Done checking me out?" He asks slyly.
I put my head down and let my hair cover most of my now heated up face. Thanks to my darker complexion. It ain't evident when I blush. Phew. I clear my throat. And then he lets out another scream/groan. More like a growl. He says something under his breath and I found it hard to decipher what he said.
"Excuse me?"
"Your hand"
"What about my hand"
"Ouch!"
I look down to see my hand was acting like it hand a mind of its own. It was pressing on his wound like it was trying smush a cockroach.
"Oh I was just applying pressure to stop the bleeding. Totally not a mistake" I lie though my teeth
I move my hand around. I have the cotton, needle, stitchy thread, Alcohol. I'm good to go.
I applied some Alcohol to the cotton and slowly move it around his wound. He hisses and turns his head so that he was looking at me straight in the eye. Or so I assumed cuz I couldn't see very well. That's partially because of the complete darkness. It's not my fault I forgot to switch on the light. I was too occupied with blood. The moonlight was doing me a huge favor.
Just when he hissed I looked up to see him. It happened in slow motion. Picture this. I apply the antiseptic to his wound and he hisses. I look up from the wound and just like the moonlight shines across his face. His chiseled jaw could cut an apple. His icy green eyes could kill anyone with one look. His dark hair could put the pits of hell to shame. My breath hitched. I could see every bit of his face. Every line. Every inch of it. I spent god knows how long I spent looking at his face.
Damn. I wouldn't mind me a piece of him. Ah wink wink. Shut up brain. Now is not the time.
Anyways, he looked familiar. Very very familiar. Maybe he did resemble an angel or something. Oh my very own guardian angel!!
Tone the excitement down Harper.
He looked at me looking at him. He kept staring. I look down almost immediately. I continue tending to his wounds.
"What happened?" I ask not because of curiosity but I was just trying to make conversation. And this would help him get his mind off the wound.
"None of your business." he replies coldly.
"No need to get your panties in a twist. I was just trying to make conversation Mr. Julio" I state. Did I forget to mention that I have no filter between my brain and my mouth?
"Mr. Julio?"
He asks with a frown.
"What about it? That was the first name that popped up in my mind." I reply calmly. Still trying to mend his wound. Whoever did this to him clearly applied a lot of pressure because it was going to take a long time to heal.
"You should get it checked. I can only stop the bleeding for a little time. Do you want me to call an ambulance? You'll get better assistance." My hands going up and down as I stitch his wound.
I can feel him starting at me. A little crease between his eyebrows. It was as if he was trying to figure something out. He completely ignores my suggestion
"Next time there is an intruder. Use a baseball bat or a gun." He says
"Huh?" I look up confused.
"A hanger and a pillow will not protect you. " He says. His voice sounded so deep. I'm sure the depths of the ocean rumbles when he talks. It was velvety smooth.
I look to the place I kept my weapons which was in reaching distance because just in case he kills me. I frown and I slap my forehead with my hand. This is what I get to defend myself.
"I would like you to know that this is a perfect set of weapons. " I say with a stern look. Although come on! Who gets a hanger and a pillow to fight the Intruder. I'm surprised as to how I am alive for this long.
He chuckles.
Time passes and I was getting bored.
"Okay if you aren't gonna talk to me. Then I will. Get ready to listen to the greatest most inspiring story. A story of how a dude who did not complete law school got into one of the biggest law firms. And how that one secret tore it all down. Strap down folks because this is gonna be one hell of a ride." I try imitating the commentators. I think I nailed it.
So I start talking about the TV show suits. I tell him about Mike and then Harvey and Donna and Louis Litt. I don't know if he listened but it sure as hell helped me.
I tell him what happens in the TV show. Till about season 3 and then I was done with his wounds. I examine it and I was pretty proud of myself. Years of practice finally paid off. Good job Harper! You deserve a PhD!
I look down to see his face covered with his hair again. His faced tilted to a side and he was muttering something.
"I deserve an explanation Mr. Julio. I have so many questions. How did you come in? Who are you? Why is your hair so perfect?" I keep on rambling. I noticed that he doesn't reply to any of the questions
"Hey. You." I say a bit louder. Poking his shoulder with my hanger. I seriously should have gotten something else. It's as if I have a death wish of my own. I shake my head at my own stupidity.
He try to pry his eyes open.
He mumbles. "I like your SpongeBob panties" before his head drops again.
He likes grandma Panties? It's always the hot one with weird fetishes.
Okay then. He is out cold. Maybe its because he had a long day. I turn to clean the mess I made with the cottons. I had to clear the blood on the floor so it doesn't stain and it was gonna take a long time. I look at him, passed out on the floor. His steady breath and I wonder what had happened to him. Why did he get stabbed and why was he so familiar? With my mind in the clouds and the constant question of what happened crowding my mind. I pick everything up. Put it in my first aid kit. I leave him on the floor, walk to the kitchen and wear my gloves. I take the mop and the detergent to clean the floor. It takes me quiet sometime to clear the mess. I stretch my body and feel a sudden pain going up my neck. I let out a soft groan as I get up. I crank my neck and walk towards the kitchen counter. Suddenly something catches my eye. It was the painkillers that I had given him. I walk towards it and pick it up. The sliver rays from the moon glisten on my counter. The reflected light hits the painkillers bottle highlighting the words "SLEEPING PILLS". I look back at Mr. Julio and then the bottle and then back at the slumped man. Realization hit me hard.
I, Harper Sage Davidson, just killed my intruder.
Oh Klaus Carmelo! What am I gonna do? I may have just killed a person due to OD of sleeping pills. Oh god! I killed a beautiful man. Please forgive me I didn't do it on purpose. My breath hitched, I couldn't think straight. I was downright going to hell. I can't go to jail. Okay think! What do you need to do? Don't you fail Annalise Keating. Okay I need to hide the body. If there is one thing HTGAWM thought me. It's to get away with murder. I need a shovel. I need some chewing gum. I need a place to hide the body. I need to move as soon as possible. Million things rushed to my mind. I could feel a tear slipping. He probably had a family and I just deprived them of a son, a father or a husband. I could feel myself hyperventilating. I just killed a man. How about you check if he is breathing? Oh good idea! I crouch down and I put my head to his chest. It was moving up and down. He was fine. I didn't kill the dude. Phew! I wasn't planning on hiding the body. Of course I would have turned myself in. I let out a breath of relief as I slumped against the wall next to him.
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Didnt I tell you? This chapter is over 2000 words. I know I'm amazing.
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