The Kidnapper//h.s.✔️

Chapter 3 - Why me?

"Hello Meredith, you're not fooling anyone."

The boy sharply says to me with a witty tone. When I look at his face, terror makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It was him. He kidnapped me. But who is Meredith?

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Why did he kidnap me? Why? What's so special about me?

I became furious and tried to calm myself down by biting the inside of my lip, but it didn't help much. I try tightening my hands into fists. I could tell, they knew what I was thinking. Colin chuckled slightly under his breath.

"I'll give you some time to bond."

Colin joked and turned around to leave the small camper. As he was passing Harry; who began to walk in, gave Colin a shove.

"I'm not who you think I am."

I announced and he closes the door behind him, locking it, then begins walking towards me. My hand came up in front of me, to stop him from coming any closer. His chest felt hard and toned. Part of me wanted to let him come closer, but I tried to lock it away deep down inside my brain. I looked up from his chest to his face. He towered over me.

"I know exactly who you are."

Harry says and lowers his head down to mine, but I turn mine to the side. I tried pushing him away again, but he didn't budge and gazed down at my hand. He grinned and laughed a little.

"If I wanted to get close to you, pushing me away, wouldn't stop me."

He said and I didn't reply. Instead I glared intensely.

"Which reminds me,"

He began

"there's a box of stuff over there that might fit you."

Harry points to a small box in the corner of the camper. Instead of saying thank you, I keep my mouth shut and slowly slide away from him and sit down onto the carpet floor and look through the things.
There were oversized t-shirts and hoodies, and at the bottom, I found a small box of makeup wipes.

"Are these the things from the girls you've murdered?"

I accuse. He was sitting backwards on a chair watching me.

"Maybe"

He joked and I accidentally let out a low sound of disgust. But I continue looking through the clothes. After a couple minutes I come across a

Shirt:

Shorts:

There was a flip flop that looked cute, but there was only one.

I began zipping my dress down on the side, but then I realized he was still in the room staring at me with wide eyes

"Do you mind?!"

I yell in disgust as I stare back at him, waiting for him to at least turn around. I don't want him to just sit there and watch me.

"No"

He says simply and I glare at him.

"And give you an opportunity to escape? Not a chance."

Harry denies and I keep still. I don't move for about 2 minutes and we both stared at each other.

"Are you going to be a big girl and change by yourself? Or do I have help you?"

He asks arrogantly and I shake my head.

I take my necklace off by unbuckling the back and without thinking, I throw it at his face hard. He suddenly bolts up and walks a couple steps toward me. His hands grab my wrists harshly, making me stand up. It made me wince and my mouth opens a bit from his grip and I whine loudly.

"Don't you ever do that again."

He warns loudly and I look into his eyes, they were serious.

I want to spit at him. But I don't know what he would do and I don't want to find out. I do know now, Harry is unpredictable. He will hurt me if I don't listen.

"Let me go."

I threaten and Harry lets his grip go slowly. I felt a breathe of relief when he backs away, but he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. His eyes watched me carefully and he looked me up and down. But I wasn't going to satisfy him. 

I turn my back to him and bend down to grab the sweatshirt, then I put it over my head; over my friend's dress. The sweatshirt must have been his, because it covered the bottom of my dress and so I slide it down and what's left of the dress falls to the floor.

I grabbed the shorts and stepped into the 2 leg areas and brought them up, tucking part of the sweatshirt in.

"Good, come here"

He commands. I don't want to get any closer to him, but I don't want him to hurt me...I walk up to him and he stands up straight.

"Do you have a mirror?"

I ask almost in a whisper and he gazes to the side at one of the corners of the camper. I slowly begin to walk over to it and almost scream when I see myself. The first thing I do is take a makeup wipe and wipe away all of the makeup. Rebecca made sure we looked amazing and put about 2 coats of everything on us.
Then I throw it on the floor and reach for the top of my hair. I run my fingers through it like a comb to calm most of the flyaways. Harry walks up from behind me, but he keeps his distance.

"Follow me, I want you to meet the boys."

He adds, then I walk behind him outside and in the direction of the house.

_____Author's Note______

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