Angel [Dark H.S]

•Chapter 4•

Violet

Harry pushed me further on to the curb, the dark haired man following closely behind. The heavy rain was soaking my skin as the storm raged on around us.

"We're taking her with us ?!?" The dark haired man almost shouted, shock lacing his voice

"No! Just out here,  give me a fucking minute" Harry snapped, his words confusing me as he dragged me underneath a close by street lamp, fully illuminating both mine and his face properly for the very first time. He grabbed my chin hard in his hand and tilted it upwards.

"Let go of me" I pulled my face from his hand only for his grasp to tighten. His eyes began to study my face, he seemed to examine every feature in detail.

Almost as quickly as he dragged me outside he was dragging me back towards my house, the car and the mystery man leaving my sight. Once we were back in the kitchen I managed to pull out of his grasp as he shut the door, I tried to run but was unsuccessful when I slipped on the water that had dripped from my soaking t-shirt.

I screamed in protest as I felt his hand on my upper arm pull me up to my feet.

"Leave me alone! Get off  me!!" I hit at his chest as he pulled me closer to his face. His smirk arose once again as the lighting flashed through the curtains. I shivered when water dripped from my hair down my face and onto my bare neck.

"Listen to me and listen carefully" Harry began, his voice disturbingly calm.

"You never saw me here tonight. You are not going to go to the police. You are not going to tell anyone and you are not going to run" his eyes never left mine as he grasp tightened on my arm, making me squint with pain.

" fuck you, you're a disgusting monster and the police will get you" I hissed as the pain increased on my arm. Suddenly, Harry pushed me against the wall of my kitchen, my back slamming against the brick. His face had hardened and his eyes were now almost black as he glared at me.

"Speak to me like that one more time.. I dare you!" he spat. I winced as I felt the pain in my back increase under his pressure. I felt a stroke on my thigh that began to travel up until Harry's hand came into view, his gun once again gripped firmly between his fingers. He stroked the barrel of the gun down my jaw line as his demon smirk returned to his lips

"Violet" he breathed

"you will do as I say or i will just have to pay a visit to your pretty little family " he twisted my face to look at the picture I had hanging on the wall of me, my parents and my sister. My heart beat increased and panic, once again, set in as he let out a psychotic laugh.

"I'm sure your sister would look lovely with one of my bullets between her eyes" his voice was almost poetic as he observed me shocked reaction with amusement written on his face.

"P..please don't" I cried, my voice had no power behind it, all my confidence having been replaced my fear and trauma.

"Then what are you going to do?" He asked expectantly. His voice resembled a primary school teacher when they ask children how to solve equations.

"I..I'm not going to tell anyone" I forced the words out with a stutter as his smirk stretched to a grin.

"Good girl" Harry pulled away from me, walking backward into the dark side of the kitchen until his eyes were the only thing that could be seen.