The Secret

Chapter 7: Envelopes

I couldn't breathe. Squeezing surrounded my throat. The grip grew tighter and tighter. My eyes jolted open. It was dark, too dark to see my attacker. They were bigger and stronger than me. I grasped their arms trying to push them off shaking and thrashing about my bed trying to make enough noise to wake Zayn up.

An eerie voice croaked, "You think you can kill me that easily princess. No." His manacle laugh chimed in "No, you don't get to get off that easy." He leaned down, a beam of moonlight cut across his face. Blood was oozing from every orifice. Teeth shattered and missing, his nose pointed the wrong way. It was Louis. How could he still be alive.

I tried gasping for any air to enter my lungs. Maybe this is what I deserved. I begged whatever God existed to save me from this nightmare of a death. "Harley," a faint voice chimed in. I began searching the room as the darkness began to consume my vision. "Harley!" it grew louder each time my name was called.

In a deafening scream I heard, "Harley!".

I jolted, gasping for air. Sweat soaked my shirt, and I began coughing. Scanning the area, Zayn kneeled on my bed with worry in his eyes. I began sobbing, "Louis, it felt so real. He was killing me; he was going to kill me for what I did." I couldn't stop crying. I had never cried so much in my entire life. The past few days had broken me.

"You're not the one who killed him. I'm the one that ended things, not you. Whatever guilt you're feeling is not your fault. It was either you or him." He cupped my face, looking at me with such care. The way I used to wish Liam would hold me. "You are safe. I promise."

I shook my head; my breathing began to slow as I calmed down. The sun was now beginning to rise, which meant whatever event was planned was drawing closer what do you think is going to happen to all of us?" I was trembling.

Zayn sat on the edge of the bed looking out of the window. "To be quite honest with you, I have no idea. This isn't at all what I was expecting to happen. Whoever brought us here, has something more sinister planned than I could imagine." What used to be confidence of us escaping, had now turned his voice to worried.

"I just want to go home Zayn. I should have just gotten on that flight and never looked back."

"Why didn't you?"

"I received a call saying if I got on the flight they would release a photo of me, doing something I should have never done."

His eyebrow raised, "What was the photo?"

Guilt was eating me alive; I had to tell him. He did save me; he deserved to know. But the fear of the reaction caused my lips to seal up. There was a knock at the door. Oswald entered the room with a handful of clothes. "Good morning Mr. Malik and Ms. Jones. I brought you the clothes from your previous room if you would be so kind to wear them." He walked over to the wardrobe, hanging up a midnight black dress shirt, and pants that were the same color. "Please get yourselves dressed and make your way to the dining room. It is down the stairs the first room on your left. Please do not try anything smart as all the doors are still locked." He exited with such grace shutting the door.

I rose from bed making my way over to the wardrobe. Looking in next to Zayn's outfit I had found a Royal blue dress. I picked it up and took it to the bathroom. I faced the mirror holding up the dress. It shimmered in the light, like stars were sewn into the fabric. I placed my pajamas onto the rack in the bathroom, folding them the way I had found them. Slipping on the dress, it fit me perfect. It curved with my body and fell down to my knees; I felt like I was going on a first date.

I turned to open the door, when something felt off. I turned back to the mirror looking at myself. My hair wasn't a mess, it had some curls in it. Like it had been freshly done. I ran my hands through each strand, feeling whatever substance was holding them in place. Confusion sat in as I looked around. The bathroom was clean, not a drop of blood to be seen. Our clothes were missing as well.