The Girl Next Door

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Song of the Chapter: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

I can't help but be afraid that he's out there. Lurking in the darkness waiting for the perfect chance. He was the demon who fell in love with an angel and decided to take her with him to hell.

"Amanda," hearing my mother's voice snaps me out of my own head. I look up to meet her observing gaze. I frown as she smiles and looks around.

"Hey, be ready by six because we are going over to our neighbor's house for dinner." I sigh and she walks further in my room.

"Don't worry, this move was for the best. I mean after what you went through, I'm sure a fresh start will be great for all of us."

"I guess it is," I shrugged.

"It will, I promise." Giving me a reassuring smile.

"I hope so." She gives me a hug and walks out of the room.

After getting ready, I head downstairs to see that my mom was mumbling to herself about her keys as she was digging through her purse. 

"It's time to leave!" She smiled as she opened the front door.

"Now I don't think I have to remind you both to behave." She smiles making my dad chuckle at her joke. We walked the next door neighbors and my dad knocked on the door.

"Coming!" the door opened and a young pretty blonde girl smiled at us.

"Hi welcome my name is Gemma Styles, it's so nice to meet you!"

Mom smiles, "it's nice to meet you!" We walked in and the house was beautifully decorated. A woman around my mom's age greets us with a smile and a boy walks behind her with a bored expression.

"Hello, it's so nice to meet you guys! My name is Anne Styles and this is my son, Harold Styles, but you can call him Harry." Anne greets us while shaking my mother's hand.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you guys my name is Candace, this is my husband Tom, and my daughter Amanda." I smiled the best I could. The boy looked at me strangely as we shook hands.

"Harry, why don't you show Amanda around the house while we get to know Candace and Tom?"

Harry urges me to follow him, "so what grade are you in?"

"Sophomore," I tried to pull my sleeves down to cover my hands.

"I'm in the same grade, I could help you out your first day." He smirks.

"No thanks." I brushed his offer off coldly and he just shrugs.

"Here's my mum's room, Gemma's room, and my room." He pointed to the different doors.

"So why did you guys move?" He asked and my hands start to shake.

"We just needed a fresh start." I shrugged, he opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out.

"Are you nervous to go to a new school?" He changed to the topic.

"No," I didn't make eye contact with him at all.

"You're weird." Laughs a little and then walks pass me and went to his room. I just stayed leaning against the door frame as he sat down on his desk chair, "you can come in." He lets out a small laugh as I hesitantly walk in.

I noticed a picture frame of five smiling boys, I smile as my eyes landed on two of them, the familiar faces make me feel calmer. I'm guessing Harry noticed what I was looking at and came to my side.

"That's my best mates. This is Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Louis." He pointed out each of the boys.

"You all look...happy." I look away from the picture and scan Harry's room. It was pretty clean with a queen bed off to the side. His duvet was black and blue plaid and he had black curtains. He had video games and a bunch of sentimental things on his shelf.

"So tell me something about yourself." Harry sat back on his desk chair and pointed to his bed as if to tell me to sit.

"I have nothing to say. I'm not that interesting." I looked at him and noticed his eyes were already on me.

"Now why do I find that hard to believe?"

I quickly looked away when a voice called us from downstairs.

"Harry! Amanda! Time for dinner!" We both got up but he wouldn't let me through, my eyes made their way to his eyes and I felt frozen in time. They were mesmerizing, almost magical because of the way they looked. It was hard to look away but when I remembered the cold eyes of the one who has hurt me I quickly snapped out of the spell.

I push past Harry and held my hands. They couldn't stop shaking in fear as I greet everyone with a small smile.

"Well, I'm certainly glad to have you guys as neighbors! Oh, Candice, it looks like my son has taken a shine to your daughter."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Gemma asks and I freeze.

"No, I don't." I don't make eye contact with them, I just stare at my almost empty plate.

"Why not? You're so pretty!" Gemma keeps this subject alive and suddenly it gets a little harder to breathe.

"I don't have a good track record with boys." I tried to let out a laugh so they wouldn't worry but it sounded weak and weird.

"Girl, I get it. My last boyfriend was on the crazier side." She lets out a laugh and mom tries to laugh with her but fails. I think Harry noticed my hands shaking and reaches out for me. Out of habit, I immediately flinched.

I get up quickly, "I'm sorry."

I walk out of the house and back home as memories slowly start to flash through my mind. I tried to stop shaking by holding myself but it just seemed to get worse. I felted the icy blue eyes on me and it intensified my fear.

*Flashback*

"Oh, sweetheart, what you make me feel is indescribable," he says as his hand caressed my face.

"Please just let me go, I'm begging you please" I plea to him as he starts to frown.

"What don't you get? You are staying here forever! With me just like we wanted, alone and together. Now stop asking or you're gonna get punished" he applies pressure to my throat.

"P-please stop" I tried to pry his hand away from my throat as my eyes started to water.

"Tell me that your happy to be here with me! Tell me you love me!" He pushes my body hard against the wall as I keep trying to pry his hand away.

"I love you." His pressure decreases, "I'm happy to be with you here." He smiles and pulls me closure to him before slamming me back into the wall. I'd say anything to make him stop his torture.

"Good," he kisses me hard. "I can't tell you how much I love every single part of you." His finger trailed down my cheek to my throat then to the valley of my breast.

His eyes followed his finger before abruptly returning his piercing gaze onto my eyes. He stared at my eyes as the tears fell out of them.

His grip leaves my throats and I fall to the ground coughing and gasping for air.