Sorry to leave you all in a cliffhanger last chapter... Peace. :D Here it is guys! Hope you enjoy!

Warning, this chapter might chest pains, and maybe waterworks. :) Just to warn you.

•Chapter Thirty-four•

I just stood there, in all shock. His lips were against mine. A demon's lips is against mine!

He moved his lips, asking me to kiss back, and I did. It was kinda weird, kissing him. Who would've thought, the demon you have been scared of, is kissing you.

A part of me wanna pull away, slap him hard, demanding why the hell is he kissing me, but another part of me, a bigger part of me, wanted to enjoy this moment. Something that only happens once in a life time.

But then, Randy came into my mind, crushing every good thing Harry has done. Despite this feeling I always get whenever I am near Harry, I still have, a boyfriend.

A good, and faithful boyfriend. Someone who will cheer you up whenever you're down, when you need a shoulder to cry on. Someone who is willing to take the risk, someone who will die for you. Someone who wouldn't hurt you intentionally, who wouldn't try and kill you.

And it was clear as day, Harry wasn't one of those 'someones'. He was cruel, unforgiving, merciless, scary, fearless, and, he doesn't care about a single thing in the world, except kill the family of the Chief.

The thought only made me wanna pull away from him, but he won't let me. His hand around my waist tightened, bringing me much closer, our lips smashing together in away that I found disgusting. He ate crows and other kinds of animals, not to mention, and his lips tasted like it.

The taste made me want to vomit, vomit all over him, and run to the hills. But of course, Harry has other ideas, for me.

"H-Harry..." I say between our kiss, trying to push him off, but he wouldn't budge. He pried my mouth open, his tongue making it's way inside.

And, that's the moment I snap.

I push him away too harshly, making him take a step back. His eyes were wide in shock, it was clear he didn't expect me to pull away from him. I wipe his saliva off my lips using the back of my hand before glaring at him with full hatred.

"Why the hell did you kiss me?!" I yelled, my chest rising and falling rapidly, taking a step back to create distance between us. He just looked at me with a confused face, which is slowly pissing me off, because he honestly looked innocent. Like he never killed anybody in his whole life. But even if my sight is still blurry, I can still see a murderer infront of me.

"Well?" I spat, and just like I expected, his eyes darken, nose flared, his fist clenched. and he looked murderous. He looked like he is ready to kill me, to wipe me off the face of the Earth. But instead, he stormed off without a word. What the hell?

"Hey! You demonic bastard! Come back here!" I screamed, and followed behind him. It was obvious he is trying to escape me, but I won't allow it 'till he explains to me why the fucking hell he kissed me.

He was walking rapidly, taking advantage of his long legs. How in the world can he walk that fast? Ugh, he is a demon, I have to keep remembering that. Fuck. I continued to follow him, trying to avoid bumping on trees, or tripping on sticks or roots.

My ears picked up sounds, but it was too far to be distinguished.

"Hey! You mother fuckin-"

This made him stop on his tracks, he sharply turned around and in a minute, his tall frame towered mine, making him ten times more bigger, and ten times more demonic. I looked down at the ground, scared to look at him at this moment. "Finish that sentence sweetheart, I dare you." He snaps, grabbing my arm to yank me towards him. I bit my lip before looking up at him.

"Just because you're with me, you already know me. Well, you don't. You don't have the fucking rights to call me a mother fucking bastard. You don't know me!" He yells, the vein that is on his neck becoming visible, even in my blurry sight.

Tears were about to fall, but I fought them back. Scared to look like a coward, a weakling infront of him. I am tired of crying, giving him pleasure to look at me in pain, in sadness. This time, it's time to be brave.Time to stand up.

"So, you have the rights to call me a whore? A bitch?" I questioned, fighting back the tears. "You have the rights to hurt me?" But he remained silent, too silent for my liking.

"D-do you remember?" I murmur, "Remember calling me those names?"

"Yes."

It kinda shocked me that he remembers. He remembers that he called me those names. Names that a woman shouldn't hear or receive. In fact, nobody deserves to be called those names, even Harry. But sometimes, you just have to tell them how you feel in order for them to realize how cruel they act.

"Tell me, do you mean all those words?" I asked. He was silent for a while, the wind was blowing gently, making my hair fly infront of my eyes and for me to tuck back.

"Yes."

It made my heart shatter into pieces when I heard his answer, so he didn't care about me at all? All those times when I thought he actually cared. Were they all lies? "What about in the cabin? Did you mean-"

"No. I don't. Why on Earth do you think that I care for you?" He spats, venom in each word that leaves his lips. This made me chock, my heart was on my throat, and bile started to rise up, making me wanna vomit, vomit all over him and run for the hills.

"So, all those times, that I-I thought you cared a little for me, they were all an act?" I stammered, and I heard him sigh in frustration.

"Why would I care for you? You're an ugly bitch with a slutty mother, and an arrogant father. All you think about is yourself. When will it register in your head, that nobody wants you?" He huffs, and this made my heart strangle itself. I wanna slap him, kill him, kick him over and over again for entering my family in this.

"You bastard! Don't enter my family in this!" I yell, making me look up, courage running through my veins. He has gone too far to enter my family in this fight of ours. "They have nothing to do with this! They are innocent, I am suppose to be the one who you're bashing, I made the deal with the devil, so I should be the one to suffer!"

He was just looking at me, blue eyes against empty black ones. We just stood there, looking at each other's eyes, before he looked away. "So, w-why? Why did y-you kiss me?" I asked, trying to not to cry.

"Because."

"Because?" I asked impatiently, why couldn't he say it straight to the point?

"You...you looked like her."

My eyes widen at his sort of confession. "M-me?" I murmured, and he nods hesitantly before sighing. "Why on Earth would do you think I look like Mertil?"

"I don't know okay!?" He yells, "So what if you damn look like her? Does it make a difference? She's dead, her father didn't do anything, and you?" He looks at me with disgust that pierced through my already broken heart. "You, are a selfish bitch."

One thing is for sure, you can't break what is already broken.

"Who is her father then? Why do you hate him so much?" I asked out of curiosity. He lowers his head, and I could hear his breath was ragged.

"She was.....she was the daughter of the Chief."

"W-what?" I stammered, and before I could ask what the hell he meant, I heard rushing foot steps, and a blinding light that made me squint.

"Lucinda? Is that you?" Mom? My blurry sight only saw six silhouettes and one was holding a big flashlight that made the forest go bright.

"Looks like your search party is here. Go." Harry spats, and he starts running, running away. "Harry!" I screamed, I wanted to say sorry for calling him names, for not understanding him, for not thinking about his situation. But...

He was gone.

Okay, don't kill me. P.s I love you guys, remember if you kill me, there won't be anymore Hex! ;3