Hostage

26. "Hello officers"

"I was trying to keep your bloody arse safe!" Spencer growled, struggling against his restraints as he spit venom words at me. "You don't understand how persuasive he is, Shrimp. He-"

"Don't call me that" I barked at him, my eyes light with fire. That name was reserved for my brother. Not this monster tied up in front of me.

"I could have kept you safe if you were with us Raleigh. I wasn't -my intention was never to hurt you, babe. It was the exact opposite" I could feel the sympathy radiating off my skin, desperate to accept Spencer with open arms.

"You're my brother" I whimpered, struggling to keep my tears at bay. He was my brother. The one who loved me despite watching me cry over some boy until I was red in the face and an ugly mess. The one who annoyed the shit out of me and who I often wanted to drop kick in the throat, but who honestly and whole-heartedly cared about me.

The one who'd seen me at my best and worst and was still by my side. I wish I could have said the same for him.

But he made his choice when he held that knife to my throat. He was picking his gang over me, just as my father had done. And for that, I would treat him no different then I would a stranger.

"I'm still your brother, Shrimp -I-"

My eyes closed tightly at the mention of my nickname. "I want to leave" I cut Spencer off and faced Harry, who was leaning against the wall to my right, a cigarette dangling from his soft lips.

He nodded once, plucking the cigarette from his mouth and throwing on the ground awfully close to Spencer's feet, purposefully I assume. He reached for my hand, curling his fingers around mine as we walked out of the basement.

I heard an over-exaggerated scoff from Spencer as we locked hands. And right before Harry closed the door, my brother spit "so that's why you're so ignorant. You're screwing their leader".

I don't think I'd ever felt this amount of hatred for anyone before now.

~*~

The grass was soft and plush beneath my body as I lay sprawled above it. I stared up at the sky, just thinking. But not about normal things girls my age think of. I wasn't thinking about what my crush was doing right now, or what I'm gonna wear to class the next day, or when I have to work. No. I'm thinking about all the ways I could kill my brother without Harry noticing. I'm thinking about the next time I'm gonna be in danger again and how I'll get out of it.

I'm thinking about how painless it would be to just die instead of going through all of this shit. At least when you're dead you can't feel pain.

A knock on the door started me from my thoughts, making me jump up and spin around in confusion. Harry said that nobody knew we were here. If nobody knows were here then why is there someone at the fucking door?

I waited for a few moments. Waiting for one of the boys to come running down the stairs and get the door, or waiting for the person to just go away. But neither of those things happened.

So I took matters into my own hands.

I brushed myself off and walked back inside through the back door, closing it gently and peering around the house for any signs of Harry. None.

I quietly made my way to the door, still unsure if it would be a good idea to answer it. Would I be in trouble with Harry if I did? Would he hurt me again even after he promised not to?

I took a deep breath and swung the door open, prepared to scream if it was someone who intended to hurt me. However, the two men stood before me intended to do the exact opposite, really.

"Good evening ma'am. My name is Joseph and this is my partner Martin" Martin wasn't as friendly as Joseph. His hand was glued to his gun that was tucked in his belt, and his eyes didn't even look at mine, instead they peered inside suspiciously as if he was looking for something.
Or someone.

"Hello officers" I managed to joke out, a nervous sweat breaking out on my forehead. This was my chance to escape. I could cry with relief and throw myself in their arms and repeat my name over and over until they realize who I am.

But then they would arrest Harry. And he'd either be sent to jail or killed.

And I didn't want that to happen.

"What can I help you with?" I asked a bit more confidently.

Martin gazed at me skeptically while Joseph smiled. "Well, we've received a few complaints about the noise level so we've been walking around the area to try and detect the source" I glanced around the empty area around us. There was at least a three mile distance before there was another house.

"Sir it's only me and my friend in this house There's no way we could have been that loud" I reasoned, despite my suspicions that they were here for a very different reason. "I'm sorry if we've disturbed anybody" I spoke gently.

Officer Martin's eyes finally addressed me, and when they did, they widened. "Hey! This girl looks familiar...she looks....I- I can't put my tongue on it but I've seen that face before"

Oh god he recognized me. Even though Harry died my hair blonde and chopped half of it off a while back and occasionally made me wear different colored contacts (which coincidentally I wasn't wearing now) they still recognized me.

"You must have seen me at the local bar!" I lied quickly. "I perform there on the weekends"

Joseph clapped his hands. "Yes! That's where we've seen her, M" He nudged his friend. Martin nodded uneasily, a look of distrust and suspicion still plastered on his face. I really hoped he stopped questioning me on this because I was about to drop dead from anticipation.

I didn't want them to take me away from Harry.

"Yep. Well, thank you for coming to make sure everything's okay and I promise to keep the noise level down" I smiled softly, slipping behind the door and shutting it softly. I peeked through the peephole and watched as they gave each other weird looks before sighing and walking down the rest of the porch steps.

I let out a deep breath, feeling my heart beating rapidly against my chest. They were gone. They were gone and I could stay with Harry.

I turned around, prepared to run upstairs to find Harry, but I stopped when I nearly bumped into Harry himself. I looked up to find both he and Zayn with guns in their hands. Harry's gaze on me was gentle yet demanding, and I could see how tense he was by his stiff muscles and his locked jaw.

I couldn't tell whether he was mad or relieved.

~*~

Harry

"You fucking idiot" Zayn hissed at her. She finally dropped our eye contact to look at him in astonishment.

"Why would you answer the fucking door you cunt" She flinched as if he'd actually swung at her, and I grimaced and turned to glare at him at the name he called her.

"If I didn't they would have let themselves in and we'd be in deep shit" She fired back. I was still recovering from the shock that Rae didn't turn us in. She lied to two cops' face to save us. To save me.

God, I thought. I've fucked her up so bad. I've got her choosing me over the law. But the selfish part of me pushed that thought away and allowed myself to pull her behind me, protecting her from Zayn's harsh words.

"She did more than you could have, Zayn. What would you have done if you answered the door? They would have recognized your face and taken you to jail. And then you know what would happen? The rest of us would have had to kill them and come save your sorry fucking ass. They didn't recognize her. They didn't take her. They're gone and we're fine. So shut your fucking mouth" I barked at him.

I could feel my fists curling as I watched his eyes dart to Raleigh before scoffing. "So what Harry? You fell for the girl who's supposed to be our fucking hostage? Or you just want a nice piece of ass. God knows it's been a while since your last fuck"

I wanted to punch him. I wanted to punch him in the face until he wasn't the pretty fuckboy anymore. But I could feel Raleigh's hands tighten against the shirt on my back. So I simply killed Zayn with my eyes for a moment longer before grabbing her hand and lacing our fingers together, holding it up as a big 'fuck you' to his face.

"Call her a cunt again and I'll shoot you in the dick so you can never feel an actual cunt again" I growled before turning and following Rae up the stairs.