Escape His World (H.S 1D)

Chapter 23: White Lights

Last time on EHW:

I struggled against the force. I felt the chill surround and engulf my body. Liam stood directly under me. Completely concentrated. He must be the one controling this thing. An evil grin took over Liam's face as he raised his arms. I screamed when I felt as if a knife stabbed me in back.

And my vision went black.

Please put a smile on my face and vote and comment? I know its been a while. Im sorry!

Harry's POV:

I arrived too late.

Immediately after getting Angela's call, I hung up and jumped into my car, starting up my (impressive) engine. I could feel my hands physically shaking. I sped past the speed limit by almost 30 mph, my knuckes white from gripping the steering wheel.

But I arrived too late.

I reached a point in the road where a car's door was left ajar, scuffles in the dust covered road surrounded the car. I swung my door open and scurried out of the car.

Not my Angela. Not my Angela. I finally found someone. Someone I actually loved. And this is what fucking happened to them.

Screwing caution, I ran to the car, inside, was Liam crumpled body, rather lifeless. His head drooped so that his chin was touching his chest, his usual slicked back hair was disheveled and plastered to his forehead. He looked exhausted. A sheen of sweat covered his face and his arms.

My eyes traveled down to his wrist, and I jumped back in disgust.

On his pale forearm were words sliced into his arm:

Dont let this happen to her

Dried blood was seeping from the cuts, although they didn't seem deep, they were probably still fucking painful. I felt red hot anger surge through my vains. How could I let this happen to her. Running my hands through my hair, I looked at the road, searching for something, anything, that would lead me to Angela.

"LIAM!!!!!!" I bellowed loudy, trying to shake the son of a bitch awake. This was his fault. All I could see was red. WHY WASNT HE WAKING UP. I didn't realize that I had started to punch his chest in fury. He was helpless and his body was limp, taking my punches repeatedly. I knew this was awful, but I refused to stop. Something wouldn't let me. I just kept hitting Liam with all I had until all my energy was spent. I was fucking exhausted.

Tearing the sleeve of my shirt, I bandaged Liam's sliced arm and pulled out my phone, dialling the police.

I didn't even let the operator start talking.

"I don't have time for this. Bring the police and ambulance here. Some guy got hurt on Pouncey Rd. Hurry Goddmanit." I threw my phone into the car and raced off. Every minute I spent here unnecessarily tending to that fucktard, was a minute I could find Angela. I found dusted over tracks on the road, barely visible.

I tapped the whell of the car in frustration and anxiety. I couldnt't help byt let my mind wander. I absentmindedly followed the tracks. Not caring how far it lead me, as long as it took me to Angela. The night sky was getting darker every minute I spent out on the road, every minute Angela could be getting tortured. I felt shivers run down my spine and along my arms as the thought crossed my mind. My headlights illuminated an abandoned truck on the edge of the road, almost covered by the forested area lining it.

I pulled the car to a screeching stop and sprinted to the car. Yanking the door open what I saw made my heart plummet to the floor. I crashed to the ground. I was an emotionless son of a bitch. I held the photograph in my hand. There was Angela. MY angie. Curled up in a ball in the trunk of this goddamn car with blood trickling from her hairline as if she got bashed in the head. This was the third time I was too late. Too late to save her.

Angela's POV

I felt the heavy hot air around my body engulfing as I tried opening my swollen eyes. My head was hurting like a bitch and I couldn't feel my hands that were conveniantly tied behind my back. I groaned in pain. Everytime I moved it felt like someone was banging my head with a bat. Everything was black. As far as I could see it was just pitch black.

Maybe I was dead.

But if you were dead weren't you supposed to see white? What would I know. I'm clearly not religious enough. God just threw me into this spiritual hot mess didn't he. My mind wandered to Harry. What was he doing? Was he searching for me? Did he even care?

Of course he cared. I shook my head at the thought.

What would I tell him if I could see him one more time before I die? These morbid thoughts consumed me. Harry was a kind of drug to me. He never left my thoughts, even if he wasn't in your presence. He was an addiction that you always wanted. If you had him you just wanted him more. But when you were away from him was when you felt the effects. Its when you felt the need for him in your system. The need for his hugs, his piercing green eyes...and his rare genuine smiles.

I didn't notice exactly how much I loved him until I was facing freaking DEATH and there was a possibility that I would never see him again.

Unless he died.

What if Harry was dead?! Oh my God what if he died trying to find me, if he tried to find me.... My empty and cruel thoughts were interrupted by a bright light in the darkness, almost blinding my vision. I saw a distinct figure approaching me. My father's figure. I felt his presence get closer to me. A light breeze carressed my face and suddenly lifted the damp, hot air around me. Finally, oh so finally, I started letting go. I let my father's unsaid persuasion overpower my will. Memories from my happy, satisfying childhood flooded my memory. I smiled slightly at the thought. I saw metal barred doors close behind the silhouette. My father reached for me and I didn't pull back. Not this time. Because this time, there was nobody to help me fight back.

Liam's POV (YAY! Ok this one is super short just fyi)

I could see the bright reds and blues through my eyelids. It wasn't that that bothered me. It was the sirens. What the hell were they doing! I was clearly trying to- then the pain hit me. The excruciating pain in my left arm. It burned like red hot fire. I was shaken awake roughly by a man in a police uniform. His concerned look didn't make it to his eyes. As far as I could see he was the only one here. I remembered everything. Angela, her Dad. Fuck her Dad. That fucker. Son of a bitch, motherf- my name calling was cut short by recognition. I knew exactly who this police officer was. My eyes widened as a bright white light blinded my vision. I saw a dark silhouette coming to me. I felt myself getting sleepier, like someone was drugging me. I fought to keep my eyes open. But I was tired. Tired of fighting. I think he knew it too. This man, ghost, spirit...bitch. He knew I was an emotional wreck. I was exhausted from everything that had happened today. I could barely remember what had happened after her Dad.....my thoughts were interrupted.

I felt myself lifted and carried, as if on a cloud, away from reality and closer....ever closer to a familiar face. A kind face. Louis' face. He smiled at me and opened his arms. I happily grabbed onto his tiny hands and immediately, I felt my body relax, and my worries drift away. I finally let go.

AN:

Me: Im so sorry I havent updated! *Curls into a ball, ashamed*

I am so so so sorry I haven't updated. I am finishing up the book and I just needed to get my thoughts together on what I will be doing. After I finish EHW I am planning on just rewriting this entire thing because I feel that the plot is good, but the beginning is poorly written.... so yeah! Thanks fo sticking with me!

xoxo

-----luhu