Chapter 4
Honey Lily's prospective
I cradled my father's body,
A blanket covered both his wounds and naked form.
I knew that this would be the last time I gets to see him.
Some time must have passed by.
I heard footsteps, heading in our direction.
Harry walks into the bedroom seeing a fox girl
Holding his father's body. my eyes were red and puffy from crying.
"What have you done?" Harry shouted angrily.
Rolling my eyes and thought about shaking my head
Resisting the urge to do so, at him,
Annoyed with his stupidity of the situation.
Then watched my brother's every move as he rushes over to a nearby table,
Standing a few inches next to the doorway,
Pulling a drawer, taking out its contents was a gun, aiming it straight at her.
I wouldn't waste your bullets on me,
If I were you boy,
I said softly,
It almost sounded like a growl.
You want to bet.
He said, squeezed the trigger,
The bullets flying out of the barrel .
As they approached their target.
He was surprised when the bullets had bounced off,
As if something was blocking them from hitting me.
I got up from the bed gently laying my father's body in my place,
I knelt down once more at his side for a moment as I planted a wet kiss on his cheek.
I slowly rose from my spot,
Walking to the window I came in earlier.
Climbing onto the ledge,
Jumping out of it.
Harry ran over to the window,
Hoping to see the body of the woman,
Who had just jumped, hit the ground of their mansion,
Instead he heard the fluttering of wings greeted his ears.
Before I had a change to fly to the roof of the mansion,
I climbed back onto the windowsill.
I poke my head through the window,
That lead to my father's room.
Hoping, that Harry hoesn't see me,
I saw my brother taking his place beside the bed,
Kneeling down on his knees,
His head touching their father's cold and lifeless chest,
Grieving over their father's body.
A wave of tears spilled from my eyes,
I bowed my head,
Oh Harry I wished I could hold you in my arms,
But it would be too risky.
If I reveal myself to you,
You wouldn't forgive me,
Thinking that I murder our father,
Without revealing the truth of what happen.
The goblin had taken our father away from us not me.
Maybe somewhere down the line, you'll forgive me, for the pain I put you through.