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Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Someone was in the house. I froze to the spot feeling unable to move at all. I was frightened and my chest rose and fell faster and faster. I felt sick in the pit of my stomach. I had nowhere to go. If I went into my room, the person could have a weapon and kill me on the spot. If I backed away, he may hear me and chase after me. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and the feeling of sickness was increasing. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I couldn’t bring myself to move, I was practically stuck to the top step of the stairs. I didn’t want to be alone. I needed someone. Anyone. I needed Harry. I wished that he had text me, so I had his number to beacon him for help. Then it dawned on me. The text. My phone vibrated before and I ignored it. If that text was Harry, I could text him and he’d be straight round to help me. But before I could move to go back downstairs to get my phone, the figure appeared in the doorway and I was caught.

He froze, not realising that I was home. He had a rucksack on his back and had a dark black hood occupying his head. We stood, gaze locked on each other. His bright blue eyes illuminated underneath his hood. His height towering above me. If he had turned against me, I would definitely be in trouble. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a knife. “Don’t say a word” he breathed. I nodded, not able to force any words from my mouth. He stepped closer to me and I backed away, not realising that I was at the top of the stairs and fell to the next one down. I screeched in fright. “I won’t hurt you, if you say nothing.” He threatened. I nodded again.

He was nearing me with the knife and I continued to back away down the stairs. He intently followed me, making sure that I was not trying to escape or tell anyone of his presence in my house. We reached the bottom of the stairs and he backed me into a corner with the knife. I realised that I was next to my coat that I had earlier flung on the floor and I slumped down into a ball. “Good girl” he patronised. “Stay here and don’t make a sound” he shoved the knife in my face in an attempt to terrify me, but for some reason, I felt a lot more confident by my phone.

The figure disappeared into the kitchen. I could hear him opening and closing cupboards, but I just remained still. He didn’t know that I had my phone by me but I had no intention of telling him that I did. I slowly reached into the pocket of my jacket and felt around for my phone. I carefully pulled it out and rested it on the top of my jacket, checking around for the presence of the figure. I opened the text that I had received before that read. “You may want to start closing your curtains, I don’t want anyone else looking at you. Nice bra btw. H. xx” I shuddered at the thought of Harry seeing me in my bra.

I quickly fumbled with my phone, once again checking that the figure was not there. I quickly typed “someone’s here, help me!xx” into the text box and as I was about to press send, I felt the hot breath down my neck. Caught. “Thought I told you to keep quiet.” He growled. Before I could press send, he snatched my phone and threw it across the hall. He got the knife out again and held it up to my neck. Surely he was about to kill me, before I even had the chance to get Harry for help.

“See, I don’t like it when people don’t listen to me. And when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it.” His voice echoed through the silent house. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut in an attempt to block out his voice. He shook me. “Look at me when I’m talking to you” he spat. My eyes sprung back open. He had a scarf covering the rest of his face and his hood hung over his forehead, so only his eyes were visible. My head was filling with images of this guy killing me, stabbing me to death with his merciless knife. How could I not have been more cautious? How could I have not locked the door? Or even checked my phone earlier to see Harry’s text. Stupid, naïve Bella.

The knife was nearing closer and closer to me and he had my head pushed back to the wall with his right arm forced underneath my chin. Tears were rolling down my face as I silently wept in fright. “Don’t cry, you little slut.” His words continued to echo through my ears and the curses he spat made my heart drop. I had a huge lump in my throat as I stared away from him. And that’s when I saw him. Harry was at the back door. He was silently trying to get into the house. My plea for help clearly scaring him to death. He hadn’t seen me forced against the wall at knife point, but he was still desperate to get inside and help me and he thought I was in danger.

“Please” I quietly begged. “Shut up.” He snapped. I couldn’t scream because he’d easily stab my straight through the throat and kill me. I had nothing to do but wait. I kept my focus locked on Harry who still had not seen me through the frosty window and for the first time since we had met, I felt that Harry couldn’t save me.

Suddenly, the door was pounded and it fell of the hinges. The figure in front of me held the knife closer to my throat and his vision darted to the door. “What the fuck have you done?” he spat into my face. I squeezed my eyes shut as I couldn’t look at his face any longer. I was surely about to die. Harry burst through the now broken door and stood in silence when he saw the situation I was currently lying in.

“Get off her” he commanded. The figured laughed. “You must be joking. Harry Styles here to save the day again. As if you’re involved with this stupid bitch!” “Don’t you dare call her that. You know what happened last time, I’ll happily do it again. Ten times worse.” The figure gulped and looked back at me. All of a sudden, the grip around my throat was released but the knife was still held there. “Take a step closer and I’ll kill her” he whispered. Harry’s face screwed up. I hadn’t seen him look this angry before but what Jenna had told me echoed through my ears. “He’s known for being a bad boy” and “he’d knock anyone out with one punch” I grew anxious when I realised that I had no idea what Harry was actually capable of.

Harry’s muscles contracted as he grew more and more impatient of the figure tormenting him. Taking a gamble, he sprinted at the figure and dived straight for him. However, whilst grabbing the figure, the knife he was holding was taken and slashed straight across my throat. I screamed. Pain seared through my body as I collapsed in a heap with blood pouring from the wound. Harry was on top of the figure and he pinned him to the floor with their faces practically touching.

I couldn’t do anything but lie motionless with my hands gripped around my slashed neck. “Who’s the tough guy now?” Harry spat. The figure remained silent but smugly grinned. He clearly had not finished what he wanted to, but the fact that he had clearly injured me satisfied him enough. “Ha. I’ll take her away, just like I did with Grace” the figure spat back. Something then clicked in Harry and his eyes turned black with hatred and anger.

“I’ll fucking kill you” he shouted into the figures face. He punched him. In the stomach. In the face. In the crotch. Blood was pouring from the inflicted punches. “Okay!” he pleaded, trying to get Harry to stop. But he wouldn’t. Harry had snapped and the words had clearly affected Harry enough.

He continued, pounding the fists into the figure. “Harry!” I begged. I couldn’t cope with the screaming coming from the figure and I couldn’t believe just how bad Harry was. Harry glanced to me, lying on the floor covered in blood and released the wounded figure underneath him. “Come near her again, and I’ll finish you off.” He growled. He picked the figure up and literally carried him out and onto the street, where the figure hauled himself from the floor with his backpack and limped down the street, screeching in pain. Harry then turned and ran back to the house to help me.

He scooped me up and carried me into the kitchen, blood covering his hands. He lay me on the countertop and took out a cloth from the cupboard which he soaked and placed around my neck. “Stay still, you’re safe now.” He whispered into my ear. His voice lulled me and my breathing began to steady out. Harry grabbed my hand and stroked over my knuckles with his thumb. He was clearly worried about me, but how could someone who was so violent, be so caring minutes later?

“Thank you” I quietly cried. Harry smiled, revealing his dimples and kissed me on the forehead. “Anything for you babe”.