Anonymous POV
I hand Jake the disgusting pictures of Harry and that slut making out. It disgusts me more than enough, but is worth the money.
Jake hands me the ten dollar bills and I stare at the money in awe.
"Don't tell anyone." He hisses. I laugh.
"Why would I ever? I send you more pictures of the horrible couple, you break them up and kill the boy then get the girl, and I get the money. What a win-win situation."
Jake smirks. "More like win, win, win."
We both laugh at our geniousness. We are great with coming up with revenge plots.
I just feel sort of bad for turning my back on them. I wasn't really close to either of them, I barely met them for a second. But I have to, its the only way I can get money.
- Two Hours Later -
Lottie's POV
I cough uncontrollably, one of the main symptoms of uncontrollable crying. I sit on a tree stump, letting all the tears flow freely. I am emotionally unstable, I can't keep leaving him and coming back. Harry takes advantage of me. I know he loves me, but he plays me like I'm a yoyo. He knows I will come crawling back to him every time. I need to stop doing this. I make a silent promise to myself not to come back to Harry. He will come back to me, crying about how much he loves me and can't live without me. That can't be me next time and it won't. I'm done.
I sigh to myself as I go to visit Amber at my new home.
Finally I approach the door and unlock it. I walk downstairs and Amber is no longer there.
"Where is she?" I wonder aloud.
"Right here." I look into the extra room to see Amber in all black.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
She sighs. "Lottie, you're like a best friend to me."
I raise an eyebrow. "And?"
"We're going to have to kill Jake."
I gasp. "Why does everyone want to kill him? He's a human too, just like us."
"No he's not." She laughs. "He's a monster. I saw his posts on Instagram. He posted a picture of you and Harry in bed, but it was obviously photoshopped."
I chuckle. "We were cuddling in bed together this morning."
"No. In the picture, you guys are doing something I'm pretty sure you won't be doing anytime soon." She laughs.
"Oh." I think for a second but quickly erase the thought from my mind. Disturbing.
"That's disgusting." I smile halfway.
"More than disgusting." Amber looks at me. "But anyway, Harry called and told me everything"
I mumble silent curses. "Why would he do that?" I sigh.
"Because he obviously cares about you."
"Yeah right."
"Harry said he didn't mean to call you an idiot. He said you're an intelligent woman that he will always love." She smiles.
"Thanks for the little message, Amber, but Harry will have to be saying that to my face."
Amber rolls her eyes. "Fine, whatever. But Harry contributed to our plan. He says it will be easy in the end, but the first few parts of it will be challenging."
"I'm not killing anyone." I say.
She frowns. "Why do you have to be so difficult? This man is thinking of ways to kill you and Harry as we speak, and you want him to be alive and breathing?"
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