✓ promise • harry bingham

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a state of exhaustion 

inspired by acts of senseless violence

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It's been almost 24 hours since the manic that was Dewey's trial. Campbell was arrested, Harry was accused and Adelaide felt betrayed. Once Dewey had revealed to the teens that Harry 'wanted Cassandra dead' no one was surprised apart from the people closest to him. This is why Addy had avoided any means of contact with her boyfriend or whatever they were at this point.

It had dawned on her during their time apart that, this is not the time or place for relationships and their main priority should be getting out of wherever they are. Although Adelaide had developed a soft spot for Harry, she couldn't help but be hurt at Dewey's accusation. Now was the time to stop making excuses for him and understand that she's being naive and blinded. Harry Bingham is not good.

He wished death upon Cassandra, a girl who Addy had grown to like despite their differences. She was the only thing keeping the people of New Ham safe and protected. It wasn't until her death, that Addy realised the extent of her appreciation for the girl and her anger towards Harry for his comments. Adelaide Miller is good.

So when she received a text message exactly 23 hours after the trial from Harry himself, she chose to ignore it. That was until she missed speaking to him and walked to his house, regret filling her mind.

Knocking on his bedroom door she immediately wanted to turn around and run back home. She couldn't face him, not when he had said those things about Cassandra. It was too late when it opened and he greeted Addy with a quick, "Hey."

She walked in, trying to act anything but pleased to be in his presence, he deserved this. "Ok, you have two minutes and then I'm gone." She stated folding her arms and leaning against the wall.

Harry hesitated before walking to a small table at the side of the room, brushing Addy's arm with his hand on the way past. "I keep getting...I keep getting these hang up's on my phone and these text messages from these unknown numbers. I think from people inside the house. Look," he pointed the screen towards her line of sight, "eat shit and die, asshole. There's more, worse than that."

Adelaide frowned slightly and bit her lip nervously, as much as she tried to remain angry, she couldn't help but feel pathos towards him. She too, had been receiving text messages from unknown numbers which had been threatening her. Just because she involved herself with Harry, people assumed she must have wanted Cassandra dead too.

"That's why you wanted me to come?" she asked quietly. He shrugged and remained silent, a tint of fear in his eyes. Adelaide sighed, "I've been getting the same texts. Unknown numbers. It's not just people in the house." 

Harry raised his eyebrows in fear and concern. He began to raise his voice slightly, "People are gonna come after me...us!" he corrected himself. "I'm scared that people are gonna hurt me, and you as well!"