You're my Kryptonite | H.S

♪ 42 - Relationships form and break part 2 ♪

A/N: This chapter contains a lot of violence, so read at your own risk.

I think it's the second last chapter I'll be writing ... I think ...

Enjoy!

Harry's POV

"W-wait!" I yell as Mackenzie opens up the front door.

"Goodbye, Harry." she whispers, after which she disappears into the cold, windy air.

What just happened?

Regaining the ability to move, I throw on my coat that hangs on the rack and rush outside.

It's icy and cold, though the snow from yesterday has been cleared up.

She couldn't have gone far.

I break into a sprint in search for her. I gaze around, trying to find her, but it's no use.

She's nowhere to be found.

After ten minutes of searching, I give up and come to a halt in front of a tall building. I stop to catch my breath and look up to see what the name of the building is.

Central Police Station.

I gulp and rush inside. There, I find a man filling out some paperwork.

I walk towards his desk and bang my fist against his table, startling me.

"What!?" he yells. "You startled me, boy! Wait, aren't you Ha-"

"Yes!" I impatiently answer. "I'm Harry Styles from One Direction! Now, if you wouldn't mind, I need your help!"

"Anything!" he chuckles. "What do you need from us?"

"My girlfriend is missing," I mutter, my breath hitching as I say those words. "I need your help finding her, because I have a feeling she's been kidnapped."

He instantly gets up, banging both his fists against the table. "We'll definitely help you find her, but do you know who did it?"

"Yes," I answer. "Do you think you can track them by their cell phones? I have one of their numbers."

He nods and we both head into a separate room. There are loads of police officers inside, making me feel kind of nervous, even though I'm not a felonious criminal.

"We're ready to track them down," a blonde man says.

I nod and prepare myself for the worst.

Stay put, Mack! I'm coming to save you, wherever you are!

♪

Mackenzie's POV

I whimper as another lash whips against my back.

It finally stops after 10 more hits and I sigh in relief.

Nadine zips up my dress and smirks, before she pushes me on to the floor.

"You deserve so much more than what I'm doing to you right now," she growls. "You bitch!"

With that, she kicks me in the center of my stomach, making me screech.

I look up and see a vicious smile playing on her red, baboon-like lips.

"I don't think I'm done torturing you just yet," she whispers, bending on to both her knees.

She quickly gets up and kicks me a few inches underneath my chest.

And again. Again. Again.

She doesn't stop until I start coughing. While coughing, blood starts to spill from my mouth. I cough and cough as a ton of blood spills on to the floor, some drops even on my clothes.