Prized Possesion

Chapter 7:

-Alyssa's POV-

3:58.

We've been driving for about 3 hours now and I have no idea where we are or where we're going. It's been quiet since we left with the exception of the radio softly playing classic rock songs.

I swear I've seen Liam in his mom's car a couple of times now. Apparently my mind's being a little too hopeful.

Harry's booming voice scares me out of my trance and I look at him with confused eyes. "I said stop staring at me," he says, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. I wasn't even staring at him, was I?

"S-sorry," I weakly reply. I cringe at the extremity to which my voice betrays me. I don't want to be vulnerable in front of Harry. I can't be. That would just give him more reason to take advantage of me.

For some unsettling reason, I'm not as afraid of Harry as I should be. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm terrified, but I'm not fighting for my life as much as I thought I would be.

I second-guess myself over and over until I've confused myself completely. I don't know what to think about the situation, about Liam, Louis or, of course, Harry.

My surroundings slowly absorb into darkness as my eyelids begin to grow heavy. I don't want to fall asleep but my eyes refuse to agree with my mind. My breathing pattern regulates as I finally let the sleep take over.

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"Wake up, Alyssa!" A loud voice and two large hands jerk me to consciousness. As the fogginess of sleep fades away, I remember the dilemma I'm left to deal with.

"Where are we?" I say, shoving myself against the car door and away from Harry.

"McDonalds. It's 6 o'clock, we're eating breakfast." He replies in a harsh voice. I look around and wonder how I hadn't noticed the brightness, or even how I slept for that long.

Harry exits the car and slams the door with little regard. I slowly begin getting out of the car and quickly realize how weak I am. My stomach rumbles as I try and crack my back and I ponder how helpless I look.

Harry watches my every move as he waits for me to make my way to the front of the car. As I finally reach Harry, I walk right past him and head straight for the door.

I walk inside and realize I have an opportunity to get help. I've seen plenty of movies where they go into the bathroom and somehow write a message on the stall walls..

I finally decide that this is my only option as my kidnapper continues to track my every motion. I tell him I'm going to the bathroom and he only nods. I sigh in relief as he didn't tell me no and I realize my idea may actually work.

Unfortunately, when I walk into the bathroom, nobody's in there. I quickly look around for something, anything, and walk into a stall for an idea. Unfortunately, my options are now limited.

I get a little too excited as I hear someone walk in the bathroom. I begin to unlock the lock on the stall door and soon find my efforts useless.

Harry's voice echoes through the bathroom as he tells me to hurry up. Did he seriously come into the women's bathroom to keep me supervised? I cannot believe this.

I sigh as loudly as possible, making sure he is aware of my annoyance. I flush the toilet to suppress any suspicions and make my way to a sink.

As I finish, I follow Harry out of the restroom and roll my eyes for at least the third time. I still don't know where my source of confidence is coming from, but I want to use it to my advantage.

I quickly order something small, I've never had much of an appetite for breakfast foods. Harry ordered enough food for three people and eats faster than I do.

"What's wrong, babe?" he said in a menacing voice. "Eat the food I bought you." I stared at him blankly, not sure how to reply. I try to force another bite but don't find it an easy task.

Once breakfast is finally finished, we head out to the car. As we continue the drive, I find myself wondering, again, where we are headed. Harry's white knuckles and clenched jaw prevent me from asking.

Seeing no other option, I close my eyes hoping sleep will distract me from my dark thoughts.

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I slowly open my eyes and immediately search my surroundings. I have no idea where I am and there's no sign of Harry. I'm in a room with all white walls and black decor. It smells strongly of mint tea.

I slowly swing my legs over the side of the bed. I move very cautiously trying not to make any sound.

I make it to the door, which is cracked slightly. Light is portrayed from whatever is beyond this door, which is presumably a hallway.

I slightly pull open the door just enough to get a clear view of the perimeter. There's a hall straight ahead and to the left. A railing along one side of each hallway protects a balcony.

I can hear faint voices and I move closer to the balcony, keeping my steps light and silent. I reach the balcony and peer over the edge.

No one is in the room below, which is obviously the living room. It has two black couches, a large tv and a glass table in the middle. Like the bedroom, the walls and the carpet are a very bright white. I can't decide if I like the intensity the two colors give.

I still hear the voices from somewhere down below. I listen closely and try to make out Harry's voice.

As I finally focus in on the voices, I hear Harry say that he'll 'be there later' and the sound of a door closing follows.

I take that as my cue to get back in bed and pretend nothing happened. So, I quickly and quietly head back to my mystery bedroom and hope my journey went unnoticed. Just as I was slowly closing the door, I hear the infamous voice.

"It's not worth it, Alyssa. I heard your footsteps." I peek my head out of the door and see his tall figure walking down the hall. I disregard him and his comment and walk over to the bed, taking a seat.

Harry enters soon after and takes his seat next to me on the bed. "What were you doing, darling?" he questions. His features look surprisingly gentle compared to his usual aura.

I dodged his question and asked my own in response. "Where are we?"

"Now, don't forget, Alyssa." His original aura returns as a dark look covers his eyes. I suddenly remember my position and chills run down my spine. "I am in charge," he continues. "You are," his voice becomes softer, adding to the chills.

"My prized possession."

With that, he simply gets up and leaves the room. I'm sure my reaction is exactly what he intended. It isn't until now that I am realizing how much trouble I'm actually in.

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Author's Note

I am soooo sorry that I haven't updated. School is an ass.
BUuut I hope this chapter makes up for it and I will try to update regularly now. Next week is finals, so I'll have more time on those days.
Please let me know what you guys think of this story, thanks for reading and I'll hopefully see you guys very soon.
I love you, stay safe, and drink water and eat lots of food.
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