A/N: Sooo for all you sensitive weenies out there, there is a little bit of blood in this chapter. Or if the reeeeeaaally big weenies would like to call it "gore". Enjoy and PULEEEEAAASE VOTE AND COMMENT!!!!!! And on the side I would just like to share with you my other man Kingsley. We aren't dating we're just friends. I'm dating his friend Matt ;) Check out his chubby bunny video to see Matt being a flawless bitch.
(Your P.O.V.)
He just kept chasing me and wouldn't stop! I was getting so tired; I just wanted to get away from him! I slowed down for a second but then I thought No! Keep going! My brain kept asking me Would you rather let him win and be tortured to death or run out of air from running too long?
I knew I could only run for a few more minutes before I collapsed on the ground and died. Just then he tripped over something and went sprawling to the ground. This was my chance! Probably my only chance to get away from Harry.
I ran deeper and deeper into the forest. I soon realized that once I went in there was no going back. After about two minutes I found a log and sat down on it. I got my breath back and started walking. At first I couldn't see but my eyes adjusted to the darkness after a few minutes of walking. Eventually, I found a small wooden cabin. I was really tired so I decided to check and see if it had a bed or a couch.
I walked inside and looked around. "Hello?" I called, "Anybody here?" It was a small one room cabin with a mattress in the corner and there were spiderwebs everywhere! I curled up on the mattress and soon fell asleep.
I don't know how long I was asleep. but I was awoken by a rough voice yelling, "WHO'S IN MY HOUSE?!" I huddled in the corner hoping the man wouldn't see me. "I SEE YOU! WHO ARE YOU?!" the man yelled.
"M-my n-name is (Y/N and L/N)" I said, trembling with fear.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" his voice boomed.
"I r-ran aw-way." I stuttered.
The man thought for a second then said, "From who?" his voice now lowered.
"M-my b-boy fr-friend. He w-wants to k-kill m-me." I said. I screamed bloody murder and tried to run past him as fast as I possibly could. But he was a fast mother fucker. He grabbed me and roughly sat me down in a chair. He grabbed a rope from one of his "cupboards" and tied me to the chair.
"There." he said, still smiling, "That ought to keep you from running away again." He noticed how afraid I was and smiled even bigger. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. "Well we don't want to let your boyfriend have all the fun now do we?" he said.
He started tracing his knife along my lips and with one quick move cut my bottom lip. Instantly I tasted blood. Something happened in that moment when I tasted the blood. All of my memories and some flashbacks hit me. They all came flooding back. I remembered everything. Harry didn't want to kill me at all. He wanted to take me home... back to safety. I felt so stupid. Why did I run away?
I snapped back to reality when the man said, "I am going out. I'll be right back. Don't you worry, we'll continue this later." he said, still smiling at me. He walked back out the door.
"Harry. Where are you?" I whimpered.
*An hour later*
"Baby I'm back!" the man said, laughing. "Now... where were we?" he said, his smile returning. Once again he took out his knife and this time cut through my shirt, opening a large gash in my arm. Then he moved it to my head and opened a cut running from my left eyebrow to my right ear. Blood dripped slowly down my face. "One more... for now." he said, laughing. He slowly and painfully cut my stomach.
He cleaned his knife and said, "I'm gonna take a nap. I'll see you when I wake up Baby!" he winked at me.
I waited until I knew he was asleep. My whole body ached and I was still bleeding. Luckily the rope was like a million years old and he sucked at typing people up. So I easily wiggled out of the ropes within a few minutes. Clutching my stomach and arm I walked out the door. Since I had my memory back I knew where to go... somewhat...
After about an hour I found my way back to Zayn's neighborhood. I just wanted to go home.
Luckily we only lived a little ways from Zayn. I began walking back to Harry and I's flat. Half an hour later I arrived home. My vision was blurry and it was getting hard to walk. I had lost so much blood. Thank God the door was unlocked and I stumbled in. I drug myself through the kitchen and up the stairs. My thoughts were in rambled and I was slipping in and out of consciousness. I called out for Harry but he never came. I crawled through my bedroom door and finally blacked out completely.
*Much later*
I woke up in a white room. Across the room from me was a sleeping Harry. Beside me was a very surprised woman in scrubs. She hurried away yelling "She's awake! She's alive!"
Harry woke up from the noise and saw that I was awake. "(Y/N) you're alive!" he said, tears flowing freely down his face.
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Hiya fellow pervy pandas! I would have to say I think this chapter is my favorite, other than the epilogue. The epilogue is pretty damn cute if I do say so myself. Well thanks fer reading and PLEEEEEEAAAASE VOTE AND COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~TurdMuffin
