I woke up in a bed, the window beside me was bright, I groaned and clutched my head. I sat up, my head pounded.
I looked around, it seemed like I was in an abandoned house, everything was dirty and gross.
I slowly slid out of bed, the door knob slowly turned.
I quickly hid under the covers and pretended I was still asleep. I forgot what had happened to me.
"Damn, you must have hit her hard." A new voice said.
"She can't still be out." I recognized Bens voice.
I heard footsteps, they were right by me.
"Shake her." Bens voice bellowed.
Large hands began to shake me violently, my eyes shot open. I looked around and pretended to be shocked.
"Good morning." Ben said with a small fake smile.
"What the hell?! Where am I?!" I yelled, he shushed me.
"Shut up! Don't even try to run, you'll be punished." He said, then he left the room along with the stranger.
I began to panic, I looked around the room, there was nothing.
I felt something in my pocket, it was my gun and knife, I smiled.
They probably didn't expect me to have these.
I opened my door and looked around. I saw Ben watching me from downstairs. I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs.
I stopped a few feet before him, "What?" He asked emotionless.
"I'm hungry." I said quietly.
"Kitchens over there." He said pointing.
"I don't know where any of the food is." I complained.
He groaned and walked to the kitchen, he poured me a bowl of cereal. I was going to try to annoy him, maybe he'd just let me go if I was too annoying.
I stood up and looked around as he set down my bowl.
"What are you doing." He asked angrily.
"Im just looking."
"Eat your damn food and go." I gave him a dirty look and took a bite of it. I quickly spit it out.
"How old is this?!" I yelled.
"At least I'm feeding you!" He yelled back.
He took away the bowl and set it in the sink. I could hear him huffing in anger.
"You're pretty nice for a kidnapper." I said like I wasn't afraid of anything.
"That's the point." He said turning to face me, smirking.
"What do you mean?"
"Im gaining your trust." He said walking close to me.
I pushed him back, "It's not working."
"Fine, ill try a different approach." He raised his hand and slapped me with all his power.
I fell to the floor as my cheek burned and stung.
He chuckled and walked away.
I lie there in pain not knowing what to do until I realized, he had left me alone.
I frantically looked for any of the others, they didn't seem to be around.
I scanned the room for an exit.
I stood up quietly and crept to the door.
"What are you doing?!" He yelled, he grabbed my arm, i quickly drew my Knife and stabbed blindly, i paniked. He yelled and stumbled back clutching his bloody, limp arm.
I threw the door open. I had no idea where I was going, I just ran. I told myself not to look back and to just keep running.
I heard footsteps behind me running. Tears began to form as I feared my life and ran even faster.
Suddenly arms were wrapped around me from behind, I screamed and thrashed around, "It's me!" A deep voice hummed.
I looked up to see Harry's beautiful eyes.
"Damn you can run fast." He panted, holding me tightly.
I cried loudly into his arms, he stroked my head and told me I was ok.
He kissed the top of my head, "I have you, it's okay, you're safe now." He mumbled as he repeatedly kissed the top of my head.
I looked up at him , I saw a tear roll down his cheek. I leaned in and kissed away the tears and fear. He kissed back and took away all the pain, I didn't even feel the ground any more.
Suddenly there was a gun shot from inside the house.
