DECIMATE H.S

Scare

H.S

I was sleeping peacefully until my fucking phone started going nuts, vibrating and shit.

I roll over and almost become blind from the red 8:03AM flashing in my eyes.

It should be illegal to be awake this early.

I clumsily grab my phone and rip the shitty charger out, unlocking it.

I read the text, coming from someone I wish hadn't have texted me.

Dead Man Scott: now, are we good for that deal tonight?

I ignore it, not wanting a thing to do with him.

I roll back over and close my eyes, really not wanting to be awake right night.

I hazily open my eyes again once I hear my phone buzz again.

I swear to fucking god if it's Scott I'm going to snap his neck.

Dead Man Scott: bad move ignoring me, Styles. Miss blondie better not be distracting you again. I can't have her in the way and preventing my dealers from focusing. I just want my drugs, don't you understand?

To Dead Man Scott: she hasn't got anything to do with this, you fucking psycho. Don't even mention her name.

I reply, getting really fed up with him dragging my angel into this.

Dead Man Scott: Little miss Masie Rae Charles. It'd be a shame if you didn't get to say goodbye to your whore, I'm eyeing her off through the scope of a rifle right now.

I throw my phone and snap out of bed, never getting out of bed so fast in my life.

I rush to get my jeans and shirt on, not even bothering about shoes.

I snatch my keys off the hook and run down the stairs dashing for my car.

I speed off to the house I first saw Masie at, I think that's her house

I pull up abruptly, running to the front door; praying to god that she is okay.

Knocking violently, a brunette girl that definitely isn't Masie answers the door, looking quite confused at the dishevelled scene before her.

"Is Masie here?" I say, not bothering to explain or say hello.

"Who are you...?" She coughs

"Uh Harry, but is Masie here?" I ask worriedly.

"Masie doesn't live here, she's probably at work" The brunette informs me, bowing her nose into a tissue afterward.

The girl coughs and wheezes, sputtering all over the place.

"Alright, thank you" I say, trying not to breath in her germs.

I speed off to the fashion buildings, dashing inside to reception.

I briskly walk to the service desk, sweating like a dog.

What if I'm too late?

Even thought this is a serious situation, I still have butterflies knowing Masie's in the same building as me right now.

"Excuse me, where is Masie Charles' office?" I quickly ask, leaning on the desk.

"Uh, paper plane fashion is between floor 6 and 10, she should be somewhere on the seventh floor, her name will be on the door" The receptionist explains, obviously checking me out as she goes; but I don't blame her.

I press he elevator and pray to god she's actually in this building.

M.C

I'm dreading work today, I wish I was home asleep.

This week has been shit, Ashley's at home sick so I can't go down and have my regular coffee and lunch with her.

Plus, I don't particularly want to run into some stalker on my own again.

My phone starts ringing, Ash's name coming upon the screen.

I answer her call, ready to hear her sick voice.

"Hello" I say.

"Hey" She croaks.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Some really attractive guy came to my house, asking for you" She explains.

What... Who would be looking for me? Especially at my best friends house... thats weird.

Unless it was..

"That's kinda weird.." I say.

"Yeah. He seemed kinda stressed and in a rush. Said his name was Harry or something" She says.

I knew it. That fucking stalker.

I'm startled by an abrupt knocking on my door.

"Hey Ash, someone's knocking. I'll speak to you later, but let me know if he comes back" I say hanging up.

I walk over to the door and open it.

I come face to face with none other than Harry's muscly built figure leaning against the door frame, panting and chest heaving as if he'd been running.

"What the fuck are you-" I begin, being cut off by the stalker himself.

"Oh thank fuck you're okay" He sighs, looking out the window behind me.

"We need to go" He rushes, not letting me get a word in.

He grabs my wrist and yanks me out of the office.

"Wait ! I need my work!" I trick him.

He lets go and I run back into my office, attempting to lock the door on him, I fail, him being to strong.

"Get you work and lets get the fuck out" His voice deepens, making me kind of intimidated.

I do as he says because he's become quite scary.

"What's going on?" I ask as he shoves me into the stair well, still holding my wrist.

"You're in danger, just come with me" He says, speeding down the stairs.

"I'm in danger with you! You're the fucking stalker!" I spit as he rushes.

I don't care what the workers think, they might call the police to come save me.

"I'll explain later. Just please work with me Masie" He begs.

"No!" I spit, digging my heels into the stair, trying to stop him dragging me along.

He doesn't say a word. The next thing I know is he's picking me up bridal style, running down the stairs with me.

"Put me down!" I shout, my having any impact on him.

He takes me out the fire door, avoiding the receptionists.

He rushes to his car, holding me with one strong arm, opening the door and shoving me in.

We speed off to his club, my car left behind.

"Can you tell me why I'm stuck in a car with you-" I ramble.

"Shut up" He growls.

I better listen to him, I don't want to make him even more aggravated.

I don't trust him at all.

I sit angrily in my thoughts, wondering whether I'm being kidnapped or I really am in danger.

I'm left thinking of the worst possibilities, only to find out the real reason is worse than I could've ever imagined.