You're Mine. |H.S|

Chapter 6

Harry speaks in a reasonably calm tone but his driving is rough. I keep wondering about where we're going because, he passed the house already. I'm not to sure Harry knows where we're going either. We have driven in the same circle about 3 times.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Somewhere safe." Harry pulls roughly into an abandoned house and stops. "Give me your arm."

"I am not giving you my arm." I say pulling it to the opposite side.

"Now." His tone is stern. Every time his voice becomes more stern or he's angry his pupils dialate and his eyes turn darker. I give him my arm. I know I'm going to reret this. "There's a tracker chip that only I have the code for in your arm. We need to remove it so no one can access it."

"Okay..." I trail off. Harry takes out a knife and I look out the window squeezing my eyes shut. He traces a small circle on just under my bicep muscle and digs it in a bit. I whimper as the knife turns, tears growing in my closed eyes.

"Okay." Harry removes the knife and wipes it off with a couple of tissues. "Alison, I'm going to need you to keep on your disguise and get me a disposable phone. You know not to do anything we won't regret."

"Yes, I know," I say. "What are you going to do with the phone?"

"I'll tell you once I have the phone in my hands." Harry pulls out of the dirveway and starts along the dirt road again.

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I push the Rogers Telephone and Customer Service door open, the hours on the door said it was only opened from 9-2 today. Someone in the red and white outfit comes up to me,

"Hello, ma'am can I help you?" The woman asks.

"Uh, yes please, do you have any disposable phones?" I say. Then I notice they're going to think something is up, no one has disosable phones anymore. "My husband always loses his."

"Oh, yes we do." She guides me to a small section with phones in cardboard boxes. "I'll leave you with that for now and check on you later."

I loom for the cheapest phone, 12.95$. I just notice I have to money to use, I can't use the credit card otherwise they can track it. I have no other choice, I put the phone up my bulky coat and walk up the the cash register.

"I don't think we need it anymore, thank you, though." I smile, walk out and wave. Harry opens my door and races out of the parking lot.

"Thanks." He takes the phone and continues driving. I rest my head in my palm and lean against the side of the car. Trees, grass and ocassionally some homes we pass. I can't do anything now, he has me--he has me in his web of lies and pain. I'm nothing now, and he knows it.

We pull into a small restuarant, family owned I guess. I'm about to open the door then Harry pushes me back. We just sit waiting in the car for a while so I take off my seat belt. I lean back in my seat and stare out the back window at the restaurant. It must be closed or shut down, doesn't look very busy.

"Come," Harry gets out of the van and opens my door then slams it. I walk behind him into the restaurant. The restaurant is wooden walling and flooring, kind of like a cabin. Posters are hung all over the walls and none of the chairs go with the tables. Harry holds my wrist and takes me up to the bar where you pay, I guess.

"Can I help you?" The man has a southern accent although we're not even in the country or anything. He walks past me and smiles.

"Acutally we were just about to--" Harry says.

"Have lunch." I cut Harry off and walk over to one of the mis-match chairs and sit, Harry sits beside me.

"Okay, what do ya want, Beautiful?" The waiters brown eyes sparkle in the bright lights from the ceiling.

"Why don't you--"

"Hazza, sweety, calm down." I say cutting Harry off again, and kiss his lips gently. Our first kiss and I felt nothing. "We'll just take some Pepsi."

"Okay." He smiles and starts to walk away but stops, "I'll throw in some fries, don't worry, on the house." He then continues walking away.

"Can I slit his throat or something?" Harry asks, his eyes bright in the light. I shake my head and laugh a bit. "Thanks." Harry spits out at the waiter when he gets back.

"I'm not eating these," I say pushing the fries away.

"I need you to call the waiter over and keep him distracted," Harry takes a frie and slowly eats it. "I need to make a call and I don't wanna set this dinosaur phone up until we arrive at the Motel." He takes a sip of the Pepsi and then another fry. "The phone here can be tracked but the stupid waiter won't say anything about us... Well you being here."

"Okay, go." I push him out of the booth and wait for Harry to get to the bathroom. "Help!" I yell just enough so the waiter would hear.

"What's wrong, beauty?" He comes running over, he knocked over 2 cups and a plate while running.

"I spilt my drink." I hold my beath and pour the Pepsi onto my shirt. "Do you have a towel?"

"No, but we have new shirts." He takes my wrist and leading me into the back room. I cough loudly to let Harry know that someone's coming. This man is pathetic, what kind of restaurant has no towels? Like honestly. "Wait... Here!" He hands me a shirt 2x's too big.

"You know what it's fine," I give him the shirt back. "Me and Ben are going shopping afterward so it's fine, thank you anyway." I jog out to Harry and hug him.

"What the hell?" He pushes me off. "We better go now."

"Okay." I say once we're out of the store. "Where to now?"

(Double update tonight yay! Happy Friday!)