*Bang*
Huh?
*Bang, bang, bang*
What the hell?
*Bang, bang, bang, bang*
I peeled my eyes open, feeling like they're stuck together as I blink to try and clear the fog from sleep
I hear another loud series of bangs, causing me to jump and turn to look at the time on my clock that sits on my bedside table, the numbers reading 3:30am.
I'm still half asleep and trying to figure out what the hell is going on as the banging gets even louder and I can hear muffled shouting
I frown, pressing my hand to my face and wincing forgetting how tender it is, and throw the covers off my bed, carefully swinging my legs over the side of the bed and slowly standing up as my body aches
I slowly walk out of my bedroom, praying that it might be one of the girls drunk, and they just forgot their keys. But then the thunderous banging started up again making me freeze immediately, the fear I have right now gripping every nerve in my body. That's not any of the girls, they wouldn't bang on the door like that. Is that Jonah again? I can't go through something like this again. I just knew that he'd come back. I knew I wasn't safe.
I quickly look around the house, searching for somewhere to hide if he managed to break the front door down. The banging becomes even more furious and I swear I even hear the wood crack. With every bang against the door the images from earlier flash through my mind, the dark blue eyes, the feeling when his fist connected with my face and how scared I was
Please don't hurt me again
There's another loud crack against the door and it sounds like someone had kicked it
"Isabella!"
The familiar voice that bellows through the door makes my heart still in my chest
I stay frozen for a moment before I start taking slow and cautious steps towards the door, feeling that familiar lump in my throat
I jump as there's several more loud bangs before I quickly reach the door, when I grabbed the doorknob the banging on the door stopped. He must've noticed that the handle moved on the other side.
"Isabella, Belle, open the door, please open the door, it's me okay, I just need to know that you're okay" Harrison pleaded from the other side, sounding borderline hysterical with the desperation in his voice
I swallow, wetting my lips as I slowly flick the lock on the door, turning the handle and opening the door timidly, my heart beating faster with each inch
My tired eyes landed on those terrified ones, and I swear I see a hundred emotions flash in them at the same time
He's standing in the doorway with a wife beater tank and jeans with no shoes, as sweat covers his chest heaving up and down as if he just ran a marathon and he looks like he's just seen a ghost.
"Oh my god..." he breathed out like the oxygen had just been kicked out of him. His broken face flashes from shock, to agony, and then to anger before going all the way back to shocked all over again. I've honestly never seen this much emotion from Harrison, but I swear I just saw every emotion that he could feel hit him all at once
"Harrison..." I croaked staring at him, my voice hoarse from the screaming and the hours of crying along with the few hours of sleep. I'm sure I looked like a mess right now, but I honestly didn't care at this moment
