Psychotic

PART 4/ Harry's POV

     "Let's go" I demand, grabbing her by the small wrist. I glance at her, looking up and down. I slowly inspect her body covered in transparent coverage to attempt to hide my markings. I wanted to peel her right out of that dress right now and fuck her into the middle of next week.

     "Once your mine, you won't be able to sit down for a week without knowing I have been there."

     Her face turns bright red but shoots back a glare. She is defiantly scared of me but I admire her for not wanting to show it. I pick her up and put her weightless body over my shoulder.

"If you run, you wouldn't get  feet" I reassure her. She ignores my response and just pouts while she over my shoulder. My hands seem to flee up North and up the back of her dress.

"Well can't I at least get a name?" She says smacking my hands away. 

I laugh and tell her while keeping my hands to myself.

"Harry, and you?"

"My name is Cassie"

     I set her down in the passenger seat and we drive off to the 50's themed diner. I take her hand and get seated in a corner in the back of the resturaunt.

-Cassie's POV-

     We both order our food and drinks. I try and keep my distance as much as possible. Harry makes me sit right next to him to avoid me escaping. He continues to stare at me, particularly my neck bruise. Harry then lifts his hand and puts force on the wound.

I wince and yell out "OW!". That scene causes the whole cafe to look at me. The freak sitting next to me just chuckles under his breath.

     Once the people go back to minding there own business, Harry slips his hand up my dress. They crawl on my upper leg and into my inner thigh.

I push him away and quickly say "I-I have to pee!".

He whispers in my ear with his deep and raspy voice "If your not out in 2 minutes, I am coming in. With or without force." I nod and make my way to the ladies room. I have the perfect plan.    

      I look around the room and find a small window above the mirror. A wash of relief goes through me. I squish myself through that small window and make a run for it.

Moments later I hear an ear-shattering yell, screaming "CASSIE, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!".

Harry sees me run through the street and down the sidewalk. With each pounce I take one short breath.  I have never ran so  quickly in my life. "I'm Dead." runs through my mind as I dive into a river under a bridge.

      A cold electrified shock goes inside my body as I hit the water. He does the same thing and pushes up for air. Harry pushes me against the cold, stone, bridge wall. Our lips are both blue and we start to shiver. Our faces are centimeters apart, "What are you doing to me?" he asks in a breathy tone right before he does the unexpected. Our lips intertwine naturally while our tongues collide and dance with each other. My legs are lifted around his waist right above the titanic cold water. I wrap my hands around his neck while a moan slips out of my mouth. I can feel him smile with my lips. The water we are in doesn't even affect us as he gently sucks my bottom lip. After 5 minutes of our affectionate romance he decides to take me home. The ride home is agonizing, long, and awkward. As I walk out a smile breaks through both of our mouths as we say each others name as a goodbye.

"Harry."

"Cassie."