dear harry | h.s.

fifty one

i throw my journal under my bed. i slide quietly underneath my covers. i grab my phone from my side and text harry.

harry i'm scared, i think someone is here. please help me h.

i hear loud footsteps coming down the hallway, closer to the door.

thud thud thud

my whole body starts to shake as my mind floods of things that could happen.

i cover your mouth as i hear my bedroom door open. i stay as still as possible.

i look up as the man pulls my blanket off of me.

"pl-ple-please don't hurt me"

he grabs me and i try to resist. his grip becomes stronger and stronger as i kick and scream.

"let me go!"

"please!"

"someone help me!"

he covers my mouth with his hand and carries me out of your house. he throws me into the back seat of his black van and slams the door shut. my world starts to go black.

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hi everyone! this is the last part of this story. i hope you all enjoyed the story and i'm so happy that you have read this :) thank you all so much <3