Hunting Her (h.s.) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 11

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Sophia's POV

After two hours of playing games with Harry, I finally got tired. I did not want to be in a room with a murderer. I was hoping I would never seen him again.

What clothes am I going to wear? What about school? My friends?

Will they be looking for me? Of course they will. I'll just have to make a plan. A plan to escape. Tonight.

I can escape tonight when Harry is sleeping. I grin to myself but it fell when I heard his voice.

"So now what?" He asks me in the raspy voice. I shrug.

"Hey, I have a question. What am I gonna do with clothes? I can't wear yours forever." He nods.

"I'm going to get some clothes for you tomorrow. And you'll be having a babysitter while I'm gone so you can't escape." I roll my eyes.

"Fine," I mumble. Good thing I'm leaving tonight.

He puts his hands together making a loud 'clap' sound echo the house. "TV?"

"Uh, actually I was hoping I would just be myself for awhile." His eyebrows furrow but soon became understanding.

"Of course. You can go into the room you woke up in and I'll come back for you tonight for dinner." I nod and stand up.

Once I enter the room, I shut the door and lay on the bed. Tears soon form in my eyes and fall down.

I just want to leave. I want to be with Rosie, Niall, and Liam. I want to be able to see my sister again. I wish my dad wasn't cheating so I could be with him. Most importantly, I wish my mom was alive.

More tears fall down from the thought of her. Whoever did that to her is a sick, twisted bastard who should rot in hell.

I closed my eyes, and soon fell into darkness.

I opened my eyes to find that it's dark, and the clock reads 12:36 am. This could be my chance to escape. I find my shoes that I had on at the party and put them on. You know what, never mind, they're heels, so I take them off.

I walk over to the window to find it locked. Crap. I made my way to the door and silently opened it. Good thing the door doesn't squeak. I was also surprised that he didn't lock it.

I stepped out and tip toed to the front door. I turned the lock, and then opened the door. I stepped outside then after closing the door behind me.

Yes! I'm free. But, where do I go?

I run down the lawn and the sidewalk. When I was sure that I was far from the house, I decided to walk.

I looked around. There were small houses but no sign of town. Where do this freak even live?

My feet grew tired and numb from walking miles, so I planned on doing the right this to do and go to a random house.

I made my way up the front porch of a small yellow house, and knocked on the door. No body answered so I rang the doorbell.

This time, footsteps could be heard. The door swung opened to find a middle aged women in her pajamas.

"Please help me," was all I could manage to get out before the tears ran down. I guess I was just so happy to find help.

Her face had worry. "Come inside, sweetly." I came in and looked around. Very small with a living room, a flight of stairs and I could see a small kitchen in the back.

"Have a seat, dear." I did as told and waited for the women to speak. She sat next to me.

"Can you tell me what happened?" I nodded frantically.

"This man kidnapped me. I need to call the police." She nodded, understanding before getting the phone. She handed it to me.

"Where am I?"

"Oregon." OREGON?!?

"Oh." More tears flooded down. I dialed 911 and an operator came on the line.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"This guy kidnapped me," I sobbed. "But I got away and I need help."

"Okay, sweetheart, we're sending help now. Do you know where you are?"

I asked the lady and she told me the address. I told the women.

"Okay, they're coming now." I hung up.

The lady was about to speak, when the door kicked opened. I let out a yelp when I saw Harry standing there, with a gun.

In an instant, he pulled the trigger and shot the lady right in the forehead.

I was stunned. I have never seen anything more terrifying in my entire life. I sobbed harder, falling to the floor.

Arms picked me up and carried me out. I freaked out and tried getting out of his arms.

"Let me go! HELP! Somebody help!!" I shouted.

"Shut up," Harry yelled, throwing me into the backseat. Harry got in and started driving. I tried opening the doors but they were on child lock.

I don't know what happened after that. Maybe a panic attack? Anxiety attack? I fainted?

But all I know, is that in the distance I saw the flashing of red and blue lights stopped at the yellow house.

I was to late.