The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 70 - Harsh Realities

I was a dumb girl and it was incredibly late and I was exhausted on this never ending night.

I was heartbroken, and lonely hearts tended to roam I suppose. I was dumb for a major reason- I was going to Harry Styles house, which also was home to the man who nearly killed me tonight.

Like I said, I was a dumb girl.

It was unlocked and I crept in so quietly I don't think I heard my breath. I went into that room that housed all the information on my mother. I had to put it together myself. I needed to see the timeline. There was a massive part of me, deep inside... I couldn't believe it. Maybe it was my blinders that appeared to be glued to my face. I had to get it through my head that she was a killer. I had to see it again, black and white, point blank. Mia Grace Ricci was a cold blooded killer that took a little boys mom away from him.

We never want to see the worst in people, and I knew that now more than ever. I had to accept it, but I didn't know how.

I sat on the floor and started combing through everything Harry had. I could actually read it more clearly now, now that I wasn't as frazzled as the first time I came in here. Anne was found dead, tragically, by Harry. Her estimated time of death was mid afternoon, and she clearly did suffer based on where the wound was she was immobile but had to wait to bleed out.

"God help me," I breathed out shakily.

My mother's statement sounded odd. It said she was not at the Company at the time of the murder, because she and a few others were out getting coffee at a nearby coffee joint. I knew that was bull shit. My mom would never drink coffee. It only made me feel worse. It only made me think she did it. I buried my face in my hands. I got up and kept reading the case file, which I am certain Harry stole. Something was... just not right to me. I knew I was in denial.

I was pouring over everything when the door slammed.

"I ought to kill you. I ought to bury you alive." I heard Harry's booming voice. I jumped and rushed to the door. He must have thrown a temper tantrum to be released from the hospital. It was so incredibly late, or early, pending on the perspective.

"You could have killed her or me you fucking moron. I told you, I told you that we have Mia. She is going behind bars tomorrow."

I winced as Zayns voice followed. "I don't give a shit. I needed to make it clear that she better not tell her mother. Where the fuck is she? Mia could be taking the hell off."

"Odette wouldn't take it away from me. She knows how much I need this for my mother. She's probably home." Suddenly my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. I lunged for it and ended the call from Harry.

"Did she not answer?"

"No, because she fucking hates me, that's why. She wouldn't do that Zayn. You don't know her."

"You weren't supposed to get to know her. I shouldn't have ever spoken to you about this, planned this. You are a fuck up. You ran off and fell in love with her.'

My lips parted and I tried not to feel sick.

"You don't know a damn thing. Don't fucking talk about any of it. I have to go sit the fuck down because you broke my rib. You are moving the fuck out. I'm done with you. After Mia goes to trail, we are done."

"Fine by me," Zayn breathed out. I heard a series of doors slam and I took a quiet breath. I looked at my phone, seeing it light up.

I won't bother you again. I only want you to know that I will make sure Zayn never bothers you again. I'll transfer companies if you want, try to anyway. I hope you keep dancing Odette. You are too talented to have let me destroy your career.