Psychotic ( A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Okay so I know I said that I'd update like everyday or every other day, but the chapters seem to be getting longer... And longer... So it takes longer to write them and I'm so tired all the time. But no worries I will finish this NO MATTER WHAT! What do you guys think of the tweet Harry deleted? Pretty fucking crazy huh? Lol LIVIN LIKE LARRY. Okay LIKE/COMMENT/VOTE PLS BÆS! Tell me if I have mistakes (even though I probably won't fix them) -Tab

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CHAPTER 8

"Solitary confinement? Are you kidding me?!" I shouted much to loudly for the small diner.

Kelsey replied with a grim nod, sipping from ghee cup of Coca-Cola.

"That's not fair! How long is he in there for?" I asked, still much to loudly.

"Not fair?" She echoed. "Louis, Harry bashed Norman's skull against a brick wall and out him into a coma!"

"Yeah, but he saved me from getting raped! Or worse, who knows what the sick creep would've done," I defended.

"Okay first of all lower your voice, everyone's staring. And second, why're you being so defensive? At least he didn't get whipped or electrocuted. He'll be fine, it's just for one week."

I let out a huff, grabbing hold of my warm tea. I guess she was right, solitary confinement was one of the more pleasant torturing options.

"Well still," I began. "What Harry did was amazing, no matter how psychotic or deranged he is."

"Yeah, about that," Kelsey said." He might not be as psychotic as we thought."

"What're you talking about?" I wondered, taking interest and leaning on closer.

Kelsey's voice dropped down to a whisper, obviously not wanting to be heard by anyone else in the room. "Well you know how Harry was out of his cell last night, near the basement?"

I nodded.

"Well during the power outage he went down there."

"To the basement? Why?"

"I'm not really sure, but you'll never guess what he found."

I started at her, waiting for further explanation. "He found three dead bodies."

"What?!" I exclaimed, shouting again.

"Yeah, but they weren't just dead; they had been skinned. And the bodies were to fresh to have been more of Harry's previous victims, somebody else out there is doing this."

My jaw dropped, not believing what I just heard. This was a lot to take in. "Okay, okay, so this means what exactly?" I asked, trying to make sense of it.

"It means that somebody out there, who has connections to Wickendale, is still killing these women. Whoever hid the bodies down there could have been the murderer all along; Harry might be innocent."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Or somebody out there could be following in Harry's footsteps and he could still be guilty. We don't really know for sure."

Kelsey nodded. "Exactly, that's what Ms. Hellman thought. She still thinks he's guilty, and so do the police."

So this new information didn't really change anything. Harry was still behind bars, not that I had expected him to be otherwise. But besides the fact there was still a killer the loose, nothing had really been affected by this incident. Or so I thought, until Kelsey spoke up.

"Louis, I think you're missing something important here."

"What?" I asked, dreading her answer.