Love In Strange Ways (H.S Dark)

Chapter 10: Ouch.

I layed in bed for awhile but too lazy to get up. Sighing I realised I wasn't going to fall back asleep anytime.

I groaned loudly before rolling out of bed on to the wooden covered floor. "Ouch" I said rubbing the arm I had fallen on.

I sat on the floor for a while thinking. Just thinking. I want to go home so bad, I must've forgotten for a while when I had those encounters with Harry.

I want to go home. I need to go home. I want to escape. I will escape.

How? Well I don't give a fuck...as long as I do it.

I got up determined and walked out my door thinking of a plan. Maybe when he goes out to get something I could go through the window. Yeah. Wait no Miché, obviously he's going to lock everything if he has a captive with him.

Ugggggggg. Why is things so harddd.

I know maybe it's because you were kidnapped almost raped then got abused for a while and now u guys are what you can call acquaintances?

Whatever. I shook the disturbing thoughts out of my head and looked around.My feet now covered in a thin material walked down the hall thumping quietly against the carpet.

Harry must be sleeping since his door is closed. Perfect.

I walked to his door and put my ear against it just incase. I listened intently trying to tune my ears. Finally I gave up after not being able to hear anything so I contemplated opening the door to check.

Nah. I'm not taking my chances,who knows when lll get another chance like this.

I walked slowly tiptoeing backwards away from the door.

Once I was sure I was far enough I ran as quietly as I could to the door and turned the knob.

Oh my God oh my God oh my fudging God.

It opened, its unlocked. This can't be real. I pinched myself just to be sure and to that stupidity action I got a sharp pain on my arm.

I looked behind me my breathing heavy and jumped out closing the door quietly behind me.

And then...I ran.

I ran as fast as my legs would carry me.Tears pricked my eyes as the thought of freedom ran through my head. I ran even faster due to the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

Soon after running for I think half an hour my legs began to get tired. I jogged as far as I could completely out of breath but then stopped knowing if I tried to go further I'd probably collapse on the ground.

I looked around at my new surroundings. I was in a one way street and in front of me I could barely make out a city. This is f ricking great. I laughed crazily and walked down the road, the thought of actually being free and maybe being able to go home shooting through my head.

"I'm free, I'm actually free!" I shouted out happily.

I twirled and walked even though my legs were wearily. Sooner or later the city dawned down on me. I looked around feeling intimidated by the new surroundings.

People walking past me looked at me weirdly and scurried away...I guess I wouldn't want to be near someone beaten up and bruised with ragged clothes.

Whatever. I don't care. My main mission is to find the police. I walked further looking around and after wondering for a few more minutes I gave up.

So I walked up to a man that sat on a bench with his head down to his phone texting.

I cleared my throat causing him to look up. And my God was he gorgeous. He had slicked back key black hair and hazel eyes that shone brightly.

He looked at me surprised and his eyes dropped down to my clothing concern lacing his eyes.

"Um could you tell me where the police station is?" I asked flushed.

He looked at me and then answered "Yeah sure of course, but you look like your in bad shape. Can I maybe drive you there?"

I quickly refused not wanting to cause him trouble. "No no that's too much trouble for you It's fine I can walk"

"No no I insist" he said back and gentley took my hand leading me to a car which I'm guessing is his.

He opened the door for me and I gawked at his kindness.

"Thank you" I thanked him for his kind action.

"No problem" he answered. He walked to the front of the car and got in starting the car. And we headed off.

As we were driving I quickly picked up on something.

"Hey uh isn't the police station there in the city?" I asked wearily.

We were driving back the way I had ran away from. We were nearing the house Harry was in.

He smiled but it soon turned into a dark chuckle.

Ok now I'm fricking scared.

"Oh innocent little Miché" he spoke tauntingly.

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!" I screamed at him panicking.

"I'm Zayn...Harry's mate."

My blood ran cold and my face paled at his words. The words were echoing through my head and everything was in slow motion before I snapped out of my daze and quickly reached for the handle and tugged on it.

It didn't budge and then it clicked that he fricking baby locked the door.

Panting in frustration tears began pricking the rims of my eyes making it sting.

I can't go back. I can't. I was so close so fudging close to freedom. But my luck is as small as their hearts I guess.

I sat back giving up knowing there was no way out. Tears ran down my deeply flushed face feeling hopeless.

I bent forward thinking how Harry is going to react. How bad my punishment is going to be for running away.

Sooner or later we approached the dreaded place. And right in front was a fuming Harry glaring at at the car.

I gulped and panicked trying to think.

Zayn I think got out and walked to my side pulling the door open and grabbing my arm taking me put the vehicle.

"N-no please-" I begged helplessly tugging myself back.

"Shut the hell up" he said mercifully glaring at me because I was resisting.

He pulled me roughly towards Harry and threw me in front of his feet, me landing flat on my bum.

He stood back and folded his arms looking intimidating.

I looked up scaredly at Harry but just slightly which I regretted soon after because he had a death stare on me.

"Found this little one roaming the city while I was on my over" Zayn spoke looking at me with smirk.

I gulped once more when all of a sudden I felt a strong painful tug on my scalp. Harry was pulling me up by my hair. His fingers tangled roughly in my hair holding it in place while he brought his mouth towards my ear.

"If you think it was bad when you got here-" he spoke fiercely then chuckled darkly looking at me.

"-then you're in for one hell of a ride" he spat releasing me throwing me on the ground kicking me in the stomach.

I coughed violently because of the strong blow. "Fucking" kick. "Bitch". Kick. "Slut". Kick. "Whore". Kick.

By now I had blood running from my mouth and I was clutching my stomach in agony.

Zayn stepped forward holding him before he carried on.

"Woah woah mate,you're going to kill her" he said cautiously.

Harry wiped the spit from his mouth violently then responded glaring.

"Like anyone would fucking care". Okay. Ouch.

I curled up in a ball and laid there crying.

Someone help me...please.