Chapter 10

"He did it on purpose!" Harry leaned in even closer, his face just an inch away from Emma's. It took all of her strength not to shut her eyes.

"What do you mean he?" She asked in a shaky voice.

"It was no accident!" Harry pushed again. But this time, he did not shout. His voice was broken. As if he had no strength to fight anymore. He let his hands fall to his sides his face tilted to the ground.

Harry's POV

I said too much. I saw it in her face- her eyes, she was scared of me, she didn't trust me, I fucking blew it. I was ready to turn and walk out when I felt her fingers close over my wrist.

"Who did it? Harry! You have to tell me- was it Tyler? Did he pull the trigger? Did he kill Hope?" I heared the despair in her voice, wanting so much to hear the truth. I turned to face her, "Leave it Emma!" I hissed.

"No- you said it was on purpose! If it was then she got murdered!- Harry your sister was murdered?" Her eyes were so big and blue I thought I'll drown in them.

"Why do you even care? You hate me!" I scoffed her.

"I don't hate you," She said quietly. She let go of my arm, but her eyes were still peering into mine waiting for an answer.

"But you don't trust me.. So why should I trust you?" I knew I'm being a hard arse but I wanted to see what this girl is made of. I wanted to see how hard she is willing to push to get the truth.

"I never gave you a reason not to trust me, you on the other hand don't get to have that privilege" She crossed her hands over her chest, narrowing her eyes at me "And I do care! I believe in justice! I believe that a person should not get away with such a big crime- he should not get rewarded for killing."

"Fair enough," I turned from her in dismissal. That's when I noticed the painting on the wall. It is the same kind of painting up in Hope's room- it even seems like the same shore line, but from a different angle. My eyes found what I was looking for next, it was right there on the left side K. Hope.

"It was Tyler," I sighed as faced Emma once again.

She was studying my face before she offered a reply.

"You were there," She didn't ask but stated something she already knew. She walked pass me to the glass door leading to the back garden. She opened it and signals me to follow her. After taking a seat next to her she looked up at me, hands in her lap.

"Tell me everything that happened."

*Flash back- two years ago*

When I walk into that old shack I hear noises. This is where Hope and I used to play hide and seek when we were younger. I come here now to get away from Linda, she is driving me insane!

I hear pleading. I don't think anyone but Hope and I come to this place.

"Please- Tyler- Stop! Get off me," I hear Hope's voice cry.

I move faster, letting the sound of her voice guide me. What I see makes the blood run hot to my head. Tyler is leaning on top of Hope- he ripped her shirt feeling her up. She was trying to push him off of her, but he was much stronger. Without losing another moment I leap and push him to the floor, throwing a punch at his jaw "Get the fuck away from her!" I shout at him. Hope clenches to the ripped fabric that was once her Tshirt.

"Fuck you! You little shit!" Tyler spits trying to punch me back, but I get away, leaving him to punch air.

"I will show you motherfucker! You don't push me you fucking nitwit," He hisses. As Tyler lunches himself I move to stand in front of Hope to make sure she will not get hurt. Her face is already marked, her eyeliner running down her red cheeks, mixing with her tears. I know that by tomorrow the red will turn purple. I want to hurt him! Hurt him so bad.

"If you touch my sister again I swear I will kill you!" I spit at him, if I could spit fire I would.

"That slut? She puts out for anyone who just glances her way," Tyler laughs in my face. I lose it- jumping at him, I knock him back punching his face repeatedly- over and over again until blood is drawn. I want him to hurt! He is her boyfriend he should never talk about her that way! He shouldn't treat her that way either. I feel Hope pulling at me begging me to stop. But I can't- not until I am satisfied. I wipe at my forehead as I pull back from him. I can feel his blood where I have just touched my skin. I glance at Hope. I see the hurt in her eyes, and my heart breaks. I take of my jacket giving it to her so she could cover up her body.

"Are you ok?" I ask her. It sounds cold, as if I don't really care But I do, more then she would ever know. She isn't just my sister- she is my twin, and I could feel the pain Tyler caused her as if it was me instead of her.

"Just take me home" She says pushing past me. She holds her head high trying to save what little dignity she had left. I feel a movement in back of me. I turn back to see what Tyler is up to.

He sits up, wiping the blood away from his eyes, in his right hand he holds a gun, pointing it up at me.

"No!" I shout. I don't shout at Tyler. I shout at Hope. She must have turned when I did. How else would she be fast enough to push in front of me. I hear two gun shots, and she is down. Tyler fainted, too much blood loss, but I don't care for him. The only thing I care about is my sister who is lying on the ground clasping her chest.

"What have you done?" I fall to my knees beside her holding her up against me "Hope- what have you done?!" I say again.

"I… He… was.. going.. to.. shoot.. you.." She is having a hard time breathing.

"Why did you stand in front of me? Stay with me- Hope stay with me I'm calling for help- Don't leave me Hope!" I am crying, I reach out for my phone but I already know it is too late, she is gone.

Emma's POV

I wipe the tears from my eyes. Harry isn't looking at me, he is gazing at a point in the horizon, remembering, going through it all over again. His voice is pained, hurting for the loss of his sister.

"Harry," I say after a long silence. I reach to touch his arm. His skin is warmer then what I thought it would be. He turns to look at me. His eyes red, but no tears are showing .

"I'm sorry," I say quietly.

"What are you sorry for? You weren't there, you didn't kill her," His voice is hoarse.

"No.. I didn't.. but I am sorry," I reply. When he doesn't answer me I continue, "I'm sorry for your loss, and I am sorry for your hurt, and for two lost years in juvie."

"Well…." He starts but doesn't finish.

"How come you got blamed for Hope's death?" I believe his story. He is telling me the truth, I heard it in his voice when he told it, no one would lie about something like this with so much pain in their voice and eyes.

"Because Tyler is a fucking liar, and I beat him so bad he needed to be hospitalized, and his dad is a fucked up dick just like his son, they said it was all me, that I came in drunk waving the gun- I had one beer- only one I promise! I wasn't drunk," Harry takes hold of my hands staring straight at me, pleading with me to believe him. And I do. How can I not?

"I believe you Harry! I really do," I assure him.

"You do?" He asks not quite trusting me. I nod my head at him, I see relief in his eyes, when it finally dawns on him, I actually believe he is innocent.

"You believe me," He inches closer, his eyes never leaving mine, and my heart aches for this boy in front of me, who suffered too much, too soon, and for nothing- for a crime he did not commit.

"Come on" I say. I get up to my feet, pulling his hands up with me.

"Where are we going?"

"To find my father, we need to tell him."

"NO! no no no- Emma- we can't- not yet." I spin back at him, my expression confused. Why would he stop me from telling my dad- he is the chief after all- he would help.

"Emma listen to me.. If I go now to your dad- after two years in juvie- blaming Tyler, it won't look good, not after he spent two weeks in the hospital because of me," Harry is leaning down so he can be at the same eye level as me.

"I don't understand."

"When the medics came and took away Hope's body, Tyler woke up screaming that I had done this- that it was all my fault- and that he tried to stop me and I beat him. I had his blood all over me, and Hope's blood too. I tried telling them it wasn't true, but then his dad came and they locked me up, and got a statement out of Tyler, and by then it didn't matter what I had to say, it was Tyler's word against mine, and it was final."

"Does your mum believe you?" I ask.

"Yes, she's my mum she knew us and the relationship we shared as twins better than anyone, but it didn't help we didn't have the recourses or the power Tyler's family has, my mum and Dylan were the only two who believed me."

"And now I believe you too! But we have to tell my dad- you can't take the fall for that monster," I attempt to change his mind about going to my dad.

"I will go to your dad, once I have a way to give him proof of my innocents and make sure Tyler is put away for what he did," Harry promises me.

"And how would you manage that?" I challenge.

"I'm not sure yet, but Sam said something at school today, it seemed as if he knows more than he is letting on."

"Harry, Jennifer is dating that Tyler," I suddenly remember.

"I know, that is why I am keeping a close eye on her, trying to make sure she is safe."

"You're a good guy Harry," I suddenly state. He truly is. He is not the mean violent person everyone claims him to be. He is caring and selfless putting others before himself.

"Did I just get a compliment from the girl who doesn't trust me?" He smirks at me.

"Let's have a new start Harry, clean page," I stretch out my hand for him to shake.

"All right, Hi I'm Harry," He smiles clasping my hand in his, giving it a firm shake. I smile up at him, seeing a new side of this boy, the fun side, the one without the weight of the world sinking him into the ground. For a slight moment I imagine a life where Hope isn't dead, and Harry is this boy standing in front of me.

"You know Emma? You don't smile enough," He winks heading back into the house.

Harry's POV

A few hours later I wS standing at the window of my room regretting everything. When I got back home I found my mum washing up dishes as she cried. She still cried for Hope, and for me, and for the life we lost as a family.

This plan was stupid. I should have  let it go. I should have never tried to get close to Emma. Should have never told her what really happened. This was a mistake. I punched the wall. The light in Emma's room went on. I saw her putting that book she carries around on her dresser as she leans closer to her mirror. There was no light on in my room so she couldn't see me staring. I didn't know what this girl's story was. I didn't know why she seems so sad, why she clenches on to that book of hers not letting anyone near it. I noted the annoyance in her eyes when she caught me looking through it earlier today and was sure she'll have a meltdown, but instead she just swiped it out of my hand as if it was nothing. This girl went through enough it seems, I shouldn't drag her through my problems too. I should let it be. I am out of juvie, I am free, I should put all of my effort into making sure my mum is happy, making it up to her. As long as my mum and I know the truth.. it should be enough for us..I remembered the painting in Emma's living room, the one by the same artist as Hope's painting. What is it with this girl? How is it she managed to get under my skin? Just then Emma turned around to the window. I took a step back, letting the darkness cover me. She looked straight at me, but she couldn't see. Her eyes were red. Has she been crying?

I made a vow to myself. I will do all in my power so this girl will never hurt again as she is hurting now, no matter what caused this pain. I meant it when I told her she doesn't smile enough. If you have never seen her smile, you wouldn't understand what I'm talking about. It is something I have never seen before. It is as if the sun shoots a beam of light straight to your heart, which keeps it warm and puts you at peace, making you happy.

Don't mistake this for love- I am not in love with this girl. How can I be? I met her only two weeks ago, she is stubborn, and keeps to herself, she speaks her mind and makes my blood boil with annoyance with that righteousness of hers. But she does intrigue me. She is not weak. She does not care what others think, and she is not mean like other girls I know.

There is something different about her. I knew she is the chief's daughter and I should stay away. Maybe I would have been able to if I hadn't told her the truth of what had happen years ago. She will not leave it now, and she might get hurt because of it, and if she does it will be on me.

That night Harry's nightmare was back, tossing and turning reliving my death, but each time it is slightly different. At three he gives up on sleeping, going out with Hoover at his side, walking across town to visit me. It is the first time I see him cry since the day I died, and I wish I could comfort him, promise him it will be all right, that he will be happy again, and so will mum, but I know it is long before they will reach those days. One thing I do know, and I have a feeling he knows it too. He has Emma now, and she will make his heart whole again, with her help he will get through this, once he figures it out and lets her in.