H.O.C.D || H.S

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

It's been nearly four hours. Fours hours of gnawing my knife at this tight rope. My face hurts; my mouth the most. I want to give up and just wait for Liam to untie me tomorrow.

But I can't. Annie needs me. Well... I need her. I need her more than she knows right now.

Blinking back and squinting my eyes in the dark, I tugged the rope to almost hear how weak it was. I mean, what does weak rope sound like?

I pulled my wrist forward and heard the mater snap before my wrist became free. Sore and tired, but free.

Huh. So that's what weak rope sounds like.

Spitting the saliva covered knife away, I wiped my excess dribble down my chin away before turning and undoing my other hand. That only took a few minutes as I sighed rubbing my arms and standing up.

My head snapped up and I ran forward before quietly -the quietest I could- opening the door. The excitement was building up inside me. I wanted to get to Annie.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, I came into the kitchen and opened the fridge to light up the room just a bit. I felt around the wooden jar on top of the microwave before the familiar sound of keys rustling made a grin plaster on my face.

"Gotcha." With the car keys firmly in my hands, I snuck out the front door and into the car. I don't need a jacket. That's the least of my worries.

Slowly turning the car on, I smiled at how everything was coming together.

I'm coming Annie. My Annie.

* * * * * *

I stepped into the familiar club I was in yesterday and looked around to get the same vibe. It still had a warm atmosphere and it still reeked of sex in here.

But I wasn't here for any girl. I was here for Annie.

"Excuse me!" I took hold of a random girl's shoulder before she turned and smirked at me.

"Why hello ther-"

"Have you seen Annie?" I asked bluntly making her blink back and furrow her eyebrows.

"Annie?"

"Yeah, Annie." My excitement was overbearing me. I wanted Annie.

"Uh, I'll go ask. Stay here." I nodded compliant and sat down at the closest seat before fumbling with my fingers.

"Hey sugar-"

I looked up for the same woman who approached me yesterday stare at me wide eyed. A glass of water on her tray.

I gave a polite smile before looking around and beginning to tap my fingers against each other to consume time. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for Annie." I shrugged looking up at her. The woman's eyes slowly narrowed before she put a hand on her hip.

"Well she's bus-"

"You were looking for Annie right?" The first girl I approached tonight came back over to me.

"Yes. Is she here? Can I see her?" I stood up flooding the blonde with questions.

"She's on break right now. And clients aren't permitted to see her when she's on break." She explains putting a hand on my arm. It sent tingles through me so I shook it off.

I only wanted Annie to be able to do that. She was the only one that I would let touch me like that.

"I'm her boyfriend." I lied making both girls wide eyed.

"Boyfriend?!" The woman holding the glass of water yelled in shock. I don't care. Any lie so I get to see Annie.

"Yeah. So can I see her?" The young blonde looked a bit reluctant before nodding and telling me to follow her. I eagerly did as she led us through the crowd and around the back to the dressing rooms.

"Annie!" My heart pounded, knowing I would get to see her in mere seconds.

"Yeah?" And there she was, sitting at the end of the many dressers, a beer on her table and a cigarette between her teeth.

"Your, uh, boyfriend is here." I stepped beside the girl as Annie scrunched her eyebrows together beautifully. She was just overall beautiful.

"Boyfriend?" She stood up and tightened the robe around herself before looking me up and down. Annie studied me before eventually pointing her finger at me. "Harold?"

"Harry." I corrected walking over to her. She raised an eyebrow and stepped back inhaling her cigarette. "What are you doing here?" She waved her friend off as I stepped closer and reached out for her.

"I came to see you." My hand touched her arm though she pulled it out of reach. That's ok. I don't hate her any less.

"Alright," she pulled out her chair before grabbing my wrist and pulling me to sit. "What the fuck is going on?"