Our Happily Ever After Fantasy {h.s} (#JustWriteIt #Wattys2015)

Chapter 8

Our Happily Ever After Fantasy

Sarah's P.O.V

My head snaps up when I hear loud thumping coming from the other side of the room. The door begins to rattles and the lock begins to shake. Francesca and I begin to back against the other wall. She reaches over to grab the wooden piece holding it up defensively. I look around to try and find my own weapon. The only thing within reach was a small metal pole. The door begins to open slightly, my breath hitches and I quickly grab the metal pole holding it up like Francesca.

A panting familiar face emerges from the opening, Louis.

"Louis," I sigh as I run over to him and gave him a quick hug. "I thought you were shot or something."

"I was close to being shot," he replies slightly smiling.

"Where's Harry?" Francesca closes the door after no sign of her love.

"I'm not sure, but Sarah, you have to run. Run away from this place, now come on."

"What? Why?"

"They're after you."

"Who?"

"The...witch and her henchmen."

"Who the hell," I begin but shut my mouth, knowing that it's pretty obvious who the hell the witch is. Probably some evil, twisted bitch that walks around casting spells on everyone turning them to frogs or something.

We walk in silence to the end of the room and making a left. No one talked, no one made any noise, I think it's safe to say at this point everyone were terrified of what was to come. Louis pushes open a short door, we all had to duck under to get through. Francesca was first hesitant to go throw, as her hair and dress would get dirty. I roll my eyes and lightly push her through.

"My dress is all dirty now," she whines like a little baby, dusting the dirt off the pink material. We get out of the small room only to be met with more twisty corridors and mysterious rooms. Louis grabs my hands and pulls me down confusing paths. I try to keep track of how many turns we took bust lost count after 8. My mind can only focus on one thing right now and that's Harry. I know it's wrong of me to be thinking of Francesca's boyfriend at this time but I can't seem to get him out of my mind. 

What is he doing? Is her okay? What if he got shot? Worrying questions rushes to and fro in my brain. I didn't know I was crying until Louis stopped to give me a warm comforting hug. "It's going to be okay, I promise I'll keep you safe."

No matter how long or tight Louis hugs me or gives me words of reassurance, the knot inside my stomach stays in place. It doesn't leave me or unties itself, it just stays knotted and my heart continues to beat rapidly. I cannot stop crying, my breathing becomes uneven. 

"We have to go now," he lightly whispers but doesn't let me go.

"Why?" I ask, words just rush through my mouth. I'm sad, confused scared and nothing has made me feel better nor has anyone told me what's going on. I have the right to know about all this, considering  I am the damn main target. "What's happening? Who are they? Why are they after me?"

"We don't have time for this, we have to get you out of here now. I don't want them to find you."

"What would they do if they catch me?"

"Horrible things," he says voice cracking at the end. I look up and see he's tearing up a little.

"But--" I stop mid sentence. I pull away from Louis and he raises his eyebrows as if to say "Why did you let go?" He begins to open his mouth and then closes it quickly. I think he can hear what I hear too. Cackling noises. He puts one finger on his mouth and makes a soft shhh noise.