Twisted Minds [h.s]

F I F T Y S E V E N

Sophie Grayson (moments before accident)

As the van starts to drive, I roll all around the back of it uncontrollably and in a state of complete fucking panic.

My whimpers and cries are muffled from the tape so I try and use the survival tactics I've been taught by the boys so many times while I've been with them.

Thank god they taught me this shit.

If you have duct tape over your mouth, open your lips as much as you can and exhale hard into it.

The hot and moist air will make the tape lose its stickiness and will help with removal.

I gather myself and try to relax my oncoming panic attack.

Fuck, okay. Here goes nothing.

I part my lips slightly under the tape and begin huffing as much as I can,

And soon enough..

The tape around my mouth starts losing its grip.

Next is my tied wrists.

I finally sit up and dart my eyes around the back of the dark van for absolutely anything that could help me.

Fucking think, Sophie think.

Just as I feel the panic start to rise in my chest once again, I see a small and sharp metal rod poking out from the bottom corner of the van.

Fucking thank you.

God these guys didn't think this through.

I shift my body over to it and waste absolutely no time putting my tied wrists on the sharp side of it and begin moving them in up and down motions, hopefully sawing through the rope — as well as simultaneously breathing hard into the tape and moving my face in all different expressions to loosen it everywhere else.

The men haven't even bothered to look back to see what I'm doing. What morons.

All of a sudden, a muffled grunt leaves my mouth as an impact hits the side of the van, making it rock side to side.

Harry.

It's gotta be.

Relief washes over me, from the thought of him coming to help me out. And even more relief comes over me when the rope breaks and my hands become free.

Another impact.

I look down at my red raw wrists from the rough rope, but those aren't important right now.

With my free hands, I rip the now loose tape of my face and waste no time getting on my feet and bending slightly over to sneak towards the front of the van.

A small gasp leaves my mouth as another impact hits the van, making it tilt even more.

He's gonna knock this van over, isn't he?

I look over at the guys in the front through the metal grate and watch as they cuss lowly to themselves, but show absolutely no signs of stopping.

Time to break out of this bitch.

I turn back around and quickly hurry over to the back door of the van.

I waste no more time and use my foot to kick open the doors.

They immediately swing open and I'm met with an aggressive and freezing cold gush of wind.

"Hey! The fuck do you think you're doing?!" The guy in the front yells from behind me.

You leave me no choice.

I get ready to jump just as I feel another impact hit the van.

And with that, I fall out of the back of the van, directly onto the road.

I feel my face graze the ground as well as every other part of my body.

A grunt leaves my mouth as I feel my whole body sting from the impact.

With weak and bleeding arms, I push my body up and turn myself slowly to face behind me.

The back doors of the van are now closed again, I assume from the wind.

And then it happens.

As they drive further away from me, Harry, who clearly didn't notice I escaped, hit the van one more time and makes the van completely tip onto its side.

I watch as it slides along the road with a sound deafening to the ears, before stopping on the edge of a bridge.

It was like slo motion as I watched it tip over the side and fall a good distance into a stream of rocky water.

A small gasp leaves my lips.

There is no chance those men survived that.

My heart thrashes against my chest. And my breathing is hard and difficult to do.

If I didn't escape, I would be in there right now.

Harry would've killed me.

Tears brim my eyes and I look in the far distance at the panicked boy who's now stood, looking over the side of the bridge, looking down at the sunken and destroyed van.

He still hasn't noticed me laying here.

I listen to his broken screams and watch as he pulls his hair and turns completely hysterical.

Harry.. you were reckless.

I would've died.

I want to yell out to him but I feel absolutely no strength within me to do that.

My arms give out from holding me up and I fall back onto my already bloodied and grazed face.

I feel numb.

My breathing starts to make my lungs burn.

My heart starts to palpitate,

And my eyes begin to feel heavy.

I don't know what's happening to me right now but I don't feel good.

The last thing I hear is Harry yelling my name out to a me he thinks is dead.

Well, maybe he thinks correctly.

Harry, please see me.

❥

GUYS IM BACK LMAO

and fun fact,  a year ago today is when I published the prologue for this story whoop whoop.

idk why it keeps taking me so long to upload a fkn chapter but I will try harder i literally promise bc I have nothing better to do, I'm in lockdown lol

but anyway, hope u enjoyed this quick chapter that I just wanted to quickly upload for u guys. my writing has turned trash but let me get back into the hang of it.

love u all so so much, and if ur still reading/waiting for an update, u are a real one and ily for life

anyway bye babies!

will have another chapter up hopefully this week

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