I knew he didn't care for me after all this time.
I hate him.
You thought to yourself before your legs collapsed and you fell to the floor. You cried, putting your hands up to your face. He hit me. How could he?
Suddenly a car halted, the headlights shining on you causing you to snap out of your cries and look towards the van. Out stepped a man dressed in all black, a ski mask over his head, sealing his identity. You gasped, getting up and running away, back in the direction Harry was in.
Meanwhile Harry was enraged, angrily walking to the car. He sat down on a bench and cried, angry and upset at himself he thought How could I let her go?
Out, alone, she isn't safe.
This is all my fault I have to make it up to her.
Harry thought, running in the direction you ran off to.
You were running until suddenly the man swooped down, tackling you by the legs, causing you to fall to the floor. You went to hit him but the man swiftly caught your wrists, stopping the hit, and putting you over his shoulder.
"Help!" You screamed out, causing the man to hit you in the bum.
"Shut up I'm trying to help you." The man replied.
"Help me? Kidnapping me is helping me?" You asked, before he threw you in the van, slamming the doors shut and locking you in. "Let me out!! Let me go!!!" You screamed.
The man got in the drivers seat, turning to face you. He took off his mask, causing you to gasp in surprise. The masked man was-
