One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Mental //Liam//

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Ugh, that sound was so annoying. I buried my head in my hands, trying to block out the sounds of the water dripping from the faucet in the kitchen.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
I bit down on my lips hard, I could taste the metallic taste of the blood that I had managed to draw from my lips. I licked it all up, sitting up straight on my couch. I got up and walked to the window in my living room. I sat down on the window sill watching the people in my neighborhood walk by. I hated them. I hated every single one of them.
Woof woof woof.
I turned to see my dog, Loki running to me. I smiled softly and scratched the back of Loki's ear. Loki barked in content.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled, standing up. I took deep breathes as I tried to calm myself down. I chuckled softly when the water stopped leaking for the faucet. I walked to the back door and let Loki run out. I stepped out behind her, watching her run around my yard. I breathed in fresh air, shoving my hands in my pocket. Next door I could hear the sounds of laughter and fun. Did I mention I hated everyone? I sat down on the patio furniture, enjoying the sun beating down on my pale skin. I didn't really go out much. Loki started growling when a foreign item came flying into our yard. I stood up. On the other side I could hear the kids arguing about it. I walked to Loki and picked up the item. It was a volleyball. I called to Loki, motioning her to go inside. I twirled the ball in my hand as walked back to the door. I really hate people. I sat the ball on my kitchen table and got myself a glass of water. Loki whined so I gave her some as well.
Ding dong.
Great, just what I needed. More annoying people to come bother me. I walked to the front door looking through the peep whole. It was a girl. I let out a smile as I opened the door widely. She stared up at me nervously. She was scared, I liked that.
"Uh...my friends accidentally threw a ball into your yard." She began to say. I looked her up and down. She was petite, African American, and she looked no older then 19.
"A ball?" I said crossing my hands. I glanced into the kitchen, seeing the ball perched on the table. She nods, playing with her fingers.
"Yes, can I get it back please." I smile and step to the side.
"Sure." She walks into the room. "Follow me." I led her out into the yard. "Look around." I told her. She smiles in gratitude and starts to look around the yard. I stood there, watching her. She was pretty. She seemed really innocent too. She was perfect. "Did you find it?" She turned to me and shook her head no. "Are you sure it came in my yard?" I looked at her in amusement.
"Yeah." She walks over to me. "Well thanks for letting me search for it." She starts to walk to the gate. She couldn't leave, not now. I wanted her.
"Actually now that you mention it, I think my dog might have been playing with a ball. Its inside." She looks to the gate then back to me. She lets out a sigh and walks over.
"Okay."
I led her back into the house. "Check the kitchen." She nods and walks into the kitchen. While she does that, I locked the backdoor with a key then walk to the front and lock it as well.
"I found it!" I heard her say as I started to close all the blinds.
"Yeah? That's really good." I turned off the lights in the hall, living room, and back room. Finally she walked out the kitchen, the ball in her hand.
"What are you doing?" She whispered, her voice was laced with fear. It was in that moment she had known she had made a big mistake. I grabbed my belt and wrapped it around my wrist, pulling it.
"Didn't your parents tell you not to enter strangers homes?" I lunged at her, knocking her to the ground. She was a fighter, but I was stronger. I pinned her arms down as I used the belt to bond her. She started screaming, kicking her legs all over the place. This made me mad.
"Shut up." I growled into her ear. She stopped screaming, staring up at me. Tears started to fall from her eyes, but I didn't care. I grabbed some duct tape and placed some on her mouth. I pulled her to her feet and wiped the sweat from my brow. I hated the ones who put up a fight. I grabbed her by the arms and led her down the hall. We stopped at the door to the basement. I smiled at her and kissed the top of her head. "Welcome home baby." I pushed her down the stairs, watching her hit the bottom with a thump. I really hate people.