Addicted || HS

Sixty-four (Return)

~Previously on Addicted~

"I got the text."

"I won't give up on him."

"Shut the fuck up!"

Plan for getting Rose back
Step 1: Pretend to be kidnapped
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Rose POV

What? Is this all just a plan?

I reread the what was on the piece of paper, and the words still sounded the same.

So he's not really kidnapped. There's no Shadow. Of course not! How could Shadow have survived?!

My head starts to spin, and I don't focus on anything around me. I dropped the box when I was startled by the sound of my phone. I look at the screen, and I got a text from Shadow, or should I say the 'pretend Shadow'.

Shadow: I know you're not doing what I told you to do.

Me: If you're really Shadow then prove it. Prove it to me

Shadow: Gladly

I hear glass break from a different room then the one I'm in, and I gasp as soon as it did.

Someone is here with me.

My phone rings again.

Shadow: Want more proof?

My stomach drops, and my body starts to shake with fear. From the corner of my eye I can see a dark figure enter the room. I immediately freeze, and I hold my breathing inside.

The person quickly headlocks me, and puts the blade of a knife under my jawline. I begin to scream, but the blade is pressed against my skin, so I stop before anything happens.

I want all of this to end. Please just let it all end.

A mouth touches my earlobe, then goes a little up. "This is your proof baby girl." The familiar voice whispers against my ear.

It's Shadow. The person is Shadow.

"Leave Harry alone." I struggle to say, since I don't want to move my mouth much because of the knife.

He lets out a small laugh, his warm breath hits my face, and a metallic smell fills my nostrils.

"We'll see." In a matter of seconds he lets me go, and disappears before I had a chance to see him.

"Shadow isn't a plan. He really is here." I say to myself.

•••

Five days later

I stare at the ceiling from my room. Ever since I left Harry's house I then never got texts from Shadow again. Never saw anything bad, never felt like I was being watched.

Louis and I made up, but we don't talk much. He started dating a girl that works with him, and he's rarely in the apartment.

I haven't heard from Harry or anything. Maybe Louis was right. Maybe he is dead.

A tear rolls down my cheek, and I wipe it away. I have done too much crying, and if I start now then I'll never stop.

I also have stopped eating much. Yesterday I only had two loafs of bread and an apple. I started to notice that I've lost about four pounds, which is a lot for me in under a week.

I skipped all my therapy group sessions too. I don't feel like getting out of the apartment and dealing with other people. I mean why would they even care about my life? It's not like I care about their's.

I look over to the clock on my nightstand, and I notice that I've been staring at the ceiling for over two hours.

I roll my body out of bed, and I walk into the bathroom. I splash some cold water on my face before brushing my teeth.

"I have to eat today." I tell myself when I was done. I go in the kitchen, and I grab some eggs from the fridge.

I prepare myself some scrambled eggs while I start to think about what I'll do today.

Lets see... I'm just going to stay home and watch Netflix.

My phone rings, and my heart drops. Shit. Please let it not be Shadow.

Instead of answering the call I just let it drop to voicemail. But the phone then rings again. And again. And again.

From frustration I almost threw the eggs out of the pan. I turn off the stove and I grab the phone, answering the call without looking at the caller's ID.

"What." I angrily answer.

Nobody answers, but I can hear the sound of someone breathing at the other end.

"Hello?" I say after a few moments of silence.

Nothing.

Then I hear a car pass by on a wet road at the other end, but still no answer.

"If this is a prank call," I begin to speak. "then go to hell."

I hang up, and I go back to the stove. I finish up with my scrabbled eggs and I eat before going to watch TV.

•••

"Okay bye." I say before Louis walks out of the front apartment door. He's going on a date, and won't be back till really late at night.

I feel like Louis has been pretending to be my friend ever since we got in a huge argument.

He would do breakfast for both of us but now he eats out with his new girlfriend and her friends. She's not that bad, but she's also not a person you would like to spend a whole lot of time with. She's too perky, and would send at least three emojis in each text she sends. I'm not jealous, I just simply don't prefer to hang out with her.

A few minutes into the TV I hear a knock on the door, it's more of a pounding then a knock.

I walk towards the door, and I look through the peephole, but I only see the side of an arm. I open the door, and I can't believe who I see.

"Harry?"
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I'm sorry that this chapter is short, and that it sucks. I was in a writers block and I was struggling with ideas.

I hope you enjoyed it and I promise next chapter will be better.

Love you! 💕
-WaleskaRomo

P.S I changed my Username from WaleskaRomo to EscapeDaylight