Redemption

Chapter 12: Curiosity

"Let go of me!" I screamed, but Harry's grip was too strong.

"The more you scream, the more I squeeze." he yelled as his hand tightened around my throat.

As hard as I kicked and screamed, he wouldn't let go. My vision started to blur and I saw little black patches. My fingernails dug into Harry's hands, cutting the rough skin. I became lightheaded and my lungs lost all air. Everything became black and the last thing I remember was releasing my clutch on his hands and slumping to the floor.

A FEW HOURS EARLIER...

The dogs were so cute! They all swarmed to me as I entered the "dog room". It was hard to believe that the dogs had their own room...then again, it really wasn't. These pedigrees probably have more money than my entire family put together.

Niall's dog was named Clover...a typical name for an Irish man's chihuahua. Clover was full of energy, just like his owner.

According to Liam, both golden retrievers belonged to Louis. It was strange that such an unhappy man had two loving dogs. Their names were Kiss and Poison and they were both girls. Liam explained to me that Louis loved everything about the 80s...especially the rock bands. He named his dogs after 2 of his favorite bands.

The bulldog was Liam's and his name was Chester. Chester drooled all over the place and was the slowest of all the dogs. He waddled to and fro and sat down every time he had to catch his breath.

Liam smiled at me and said "Now that you've met the dogs, I think you should hang out in your room. The boys and I have some work to attend to."

I was disappointed that I had to leave such sweet creatures but I knew I had no choice. I went to my room and shut the door.

Once I sat down on the bed, I realized I had nothing to do. I looked around the room and noticed the furniture. I decided to take the clothes out of my suitcase and organize them in the drawers. I placed my Bible on the nightstand beside my bed and slid my suitcase underneath the bed.

I placed my feminine products into the bathroom cabinet and organized my makeup into the drawers of the bathroom vanity. I placed all of my shower necessities in the shower, which reminded me that I needed to shower. I turned on the water and placed my dirty clothes on my bed.

I stood in the hot water for a few minutes before I decided to clean myself. No matter where I was, a hot shower was one of my favorite activities and that would never change.

After I finished, I wrapped my hair in a towel and chose another, more comfortable outfit to wear. I let my hair down and decided I would let it air dry. A YouTube video I watched said that blow drying your hair was really bad for it, so ever since I've never added unnecessary heat.

I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I was extremely bored. A small voice crept into my mind and whispered "Why should you have to stay cooped up in a room while your kidnapper has fun with his friends? You know they don't have 'work'. Maybe you should have some fun yourself..."

Normally, I'm not easily tempted but the voice had a point. I jumped off the bed and left my room. I snuck down the hallway and made sure the boys were occupied. Once the coast was clear, I began exploring Harry's hall.

Harry's wing had 3 rooms on the left, 2 on the right, and 1 at the end. My room was the 1st room on the right, so I entered the 1st room on the left. I turned the light on to reveal another guest bedroom...except that this one was a mess. The bed wasn't made and there were clothes all over the place. In fact, the clothes looked like they were all women's clothes. There were skinny jeans and lingerie strewn about the floor. Disgusted, I turned the light back off and closed the door.

I entered the 2nd room on the left and couldn't find a light switch. After my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed strings handing toward the back with photos clipped on them. I spotted a button on another wall and pressed it. The room became bright red and I realized what this was - a dark room.

I walked toward the hanging photos and looked at them closely. My mouth dropped when I realized who was in the pictures...Allen. He was entering a hotel in one, leaving a bar in another, getting into a cab in another, and was talking to a woman on a corner in the final picture.

Before I could examine anything else, a raspy voice rang through my ears.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I turned around to an infuriated Harry.

"I-I-I..." I couldn't finish my sentence before Harry grabbed my arm and drug me out of the dark room. He threw me against the hallway wall and slammed the door behind him.

"You're a nosy little brat, aren't you?" he growled.

My back was in an intense amount of pain as I tried to regain my balance.

"You just can't mind your own business. You're lucky I found you when I did."

"My brother is my business!" I yelled in my defense.

Harry slapped me. I had never been slapped before. I was in sick as the sting vibrated on my cheek.

"Don't you fucking yell at me. This is my house!" he barked.

Anger filled my body as I stood up and forced the tears back into my eyes. With all my might, I yelled back. "I don't care whose house this is! You had no right to abduct me from my home! I'd rather die than live here any moment longer!"

"So be it." Harry replied, and wrapped his large hands around my slender neck, pushing me into the wall.

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