My Bully's my Babysitter (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 17

I was pulled forcibly into the room at the end of the alley way. It was dark, and had oddly colored light placed around it. There was a guy lounging around on an old rackety couch. Asher let go of me, and dropped me to the floor with a thud.

"Hey guys, look who I got" Asher announced to the man. The man approached me and crouched down to my height. He leaned in closely. Asher yanked me away from my hair.

"Hands off" Asher huffed at him. He picked me up roughly 'bridal style' and sat me on the couch. The man plopped down next to me, and threw his arm around me. Asher walked away into a nearby room door. I gulped loudly.

"Hey babe. I'm Damian. You’re going to be spending a lot of time with me" he smiled, brushing a lock of hair from my face. I winced at his touch. He chuckled darkly. Asher walked in with a case of Bud light in his hand, and threw it on the table in front of us.

"C-can I-I p-p-please l-leave now?" I pleaded. They both looked at each other and chuckled.

"You'll never see daylight again" Asher choked out of laugh. I brought my knees to my chest and sobbed. I want Harry.

"H-H-H-HARRY!" I screamed choking on my sobs. They just kept laughing.

"Your 'Harry' won't ever find you, and you'll never find him" he chuckled darkly. I pouted and whimpered at his comment. I curled up in fetal position on the couch.

"Awww, it's alright" Damian patted my back still slightly laughing under his breath.

"I like your pajama's" he smiled. It was a weird smile. It was a combination of 'trying to make me feel better' and 'just for his pleasure'. Asher plopped down on the couch squeezing me between the two of them.

"You like Hello Kitty?" Damian asked pointing to my shirt. I nodded my head.

"Well Hello Kitty!" He laughed, messily messing up my hair. I stayed silent with a sad expressionless face.

"Aw come on love, it's not that bad. Maybe you'll get to love Asher even more than before?" he commented. Asher patted his back.

"Yeah, this 'Harry' was probably using you anyway" he laughed. Anger boiled inside of me. I could almost smell the smoke coming from my ears.

"HE NEVER USED ME, OR HURT ME! YOU ARE! YOU'RE USING ME, YOUR HURTING ME!" I screamed. Asher looked at me angrily. Damian had a worried but hushed look on his face.

"Don't EVER yell at me. EVER. The next time you do, you will be punished, Harshly" he added.

"Do you understand?" he asked firmly. I nodded my head in fear.

"ANSWER ME" He held up his hand.

"Y-y-yes" I stammered. He smiled and put his hand down.

"Good" he nodded returning to sloppily gulping down his Bud light. My throat was dry, and my voice was cracked. I probably sweat and cried out all my body's water fluids. I hate beer...It's gross, and sick. And makes you drunk. But I didn't want to die of thirst.

"C-C-Can I-I ha-have one?" I said pointing to the case of Bud light. Asher nodded. I reached for one, but Damian slapped the bottle away from my grip.

"I wouldn't if I where you" he warned. I shook my head in confusion.

"This will make you drunk as hell" he laughed.

"Here I'll go get you something else, Coke or Pepsi?" he asked walking into the kitchen.

"Erm...P-P-Pepsi" He nodded and walked into the kitchen. then peeked his head back out.

"You don't have to be scared of me, you know" he smiled.