My mother made me believe in fairy tales.. She said that I was sweet, but born in a world of blood. In this twisted story no prince rescued me. I fell for the man I swore to despise. The one that calls me his beauty.
A mafia boss and his name was...
Harry's bathroom:). HELLO ANGELS! So, this chapter was hard to write. There's a lot that's unloading all in one chapter. I won't tell you, but I'll only tell you the warnings...
Tw: talks about drugs, taking coke, Harry is woozy in this, ends up calling Arielle, mommy. Talks a lot about Arielle's past. And another sexual assault :/ and Melody just being a bitch. Enjoy angel faces<3
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"Well, well, well. Isn't Harry's plaything." A bitchy voice said, laughing at me. I chuckled under my breath, turning around to face Melody.
I smirked. "Hello Melody. Nice to see ya again."
She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I know what you're trying to do. Harry is mine and mine." She snapped, pointing at herself.
Melody must be in denial. I walked over to her, looking dead in her eyes.
"Let me get through your tiny skull brain, barbie. Harry is mine. My boyfriend. Not yours." I spat quietly, as she smiled looking behind my shoulder. Then before I knew it, a bag was put over my head. I screamed, fighting whoever was holding me. I heard a door open and I was thrown inside and the door slammed shut. Before I knew what was going on, I could feel my eyes close behind the bag I was wearing over my head and I fell into darkness.
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I groaned as I felt a throbbing pain in my head. I blinked rapidly, adjusting the brightness and I looked at my surroundings. I glanced over my shoulder to see my hands tied up.
What the fuck? I shook my hands, trying to get out of the chair that I was tied on and when I could move my feet, I looked down to see my ankles were tied as well. What type of Fifty Shades of Grey was this shit?
"Hello there, gorgeous." A familiar voice rang through my ears, making me snap my head up to see Harry's father, smirking at me. I chuckled darkly, shaking my head.
"You must be really pathetic to kidnap your own son's girlfriend, y'know that?" I snapped, wiggling the rope, trying to get out.
