Tortured Love (One direction Fanfic)

Chapter 13

The shaking wouldn't stop. I had never been so terrified in my life! The person had stopped touching me an hour ago but the darkness had stopped me from knowing if I was truly alone.  

I could still hear everyone, specifically Harry, calling me but I was paralyzed with fear. For some reason, I felt like if I moved or made a sound some harm would come to me.  

A thought came to me; maybe the bathroom light worked? But could I bring myself to get over there?  

The chance at light was too much to resist so I crawled out of bed and got to the bathroom. 

I clicked the light on and it didn't work either. I spun to face the blackness. All I heard was my heartbeat and breathing.  

A crash sent me to the floor, sobbing and screaming again. My voice was raw and soar but I couldn't help it. I crawled towards the stairs, just for that sliver of light under the door. I head glass smashing and things being tipped over.  

Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving! I got to the top and put my fingers under the door.  

"Charlotte?" Harry cried, gripping my fingers.  

"Harry!" I sobbed.  

"Everything is going to be all right-" He began but I felt hands on my ankles, dragging me back down the stairs.  

"No!" I screamed and kicked.  

I was now back in solid cement floor and the person sat on me so I couldn't move.  

I fought as much as I could but he was stronger than I was.  

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I just love to hear you scream" 

It was Jack. Of course it was him. Jack ran a finger down my cheek and down my throat. 

"You sadistic bastard!" I cried, struggling against him.  

"Won't you just do it one more time before I leave?" He pleaded.  

"No!" I yelled, not wanting to give him anything.  

"Please" He asked again, brushing hair off my face. His sweaty hands on my face made me want to gag.

"Fine" Jack said after my silence and got up. I heard him walk around a bit but I lost track of his whereabouts.  

I sat up slowly, quietly sobbing.  

Hands shot out and gripped my shoulders, making me scream and shriek like I was being tortured; which is exactly what was happening.  

My heart was beating so fast I thought I'd go into cardiac arrest. Adrenaline pumped through me and every nerve was on edge.  

"Thanks for the fun" I heard him murmur before his footsteps disappeared somewhere.  

I no longer felt watched but I wasn't sure if he was gone or not. I laid back down on the cold ground, waiting for something else to happen. Waiting for more pain. 

The bathroom light flashed on and I dragged myself to it, like a moth to the flame. By the light, I could see I was alone. Where did he go and where had he come from? 

There had to be a door down here! 

If the light was on, maybe the door was unlocked also?  

I gathered up the courage and left the safety of the bathroom. I climbed the stairs, took a deep breath, and tried the knob.  

The door swung open a little but someone was in the way.  

They stepped back and opened the door. I squinted in the hash light but was thankful for it.