Angel [Dark H.S]

•Chapter 8•

Violet

I lay, scrunched in a ball, on the bed with my knees pulled tightly to my chest. My mind was running with thoughts about the previous events of the night. Harry had kissed me. Then choked me. As the time passed around him, he seemed to reveal himself as more psychotic and demented than I ever believed possible. As soon as he left the bathroom, I quickly ran to my new room and collapsed onto the silk sheets in shock. I hadn't seen him since, and I was glad. I made special effort to be quiet when moving about, as if to avoid any attention being drawn to me.

This was for my family. I had to do this for them, it was my freedom or their lives and to me there was no question about which I should choose. When Harry had spoken of my sister I felt sick, imagining what he would do to her if he got his hands on her. A loud rumble interrupted my thoughts as my hunger grew. I reluctantly stood from the bed and approached the door, swinging it open with caution. Silence and darkness were the only two things to be seen and heard in the house, the only source of light being the moonlight shining through the large glass pains. I tiptoed downstairs, jumping when a floorboard creaked under my weight, however, I swiftly continuing my descent. I slowly entered the kitchen, a small counter light being the only source of vision in the large, dark room.

My eyes scanned the area, searching for my tormenter, but to my luck he was no where in sight. My eyebrows furrowed when my eyes met a small note on the counter under the light, with my name written neatly at the top of it.

Violet

I needed to go out.
Doors and windows are locked so don't bother.
Cause trouble and I'll make you regret it sweetheart.

-Harry Styles

I sighed in both relief and fear of his haunting absence, as I read over the note continuously to convince myself this was all one bad dream. I didn't know where he could be and honestly I didn't want to, my stomach turned at the thought of him being out to kill another girl. I pushed the thoughts from my mind as I began searching the cupboards for food, disappointingly finding nothing in my investigation. He didn't have one piece of food in this house, making him even more terrifying as any sign of his humanity was slowly melting away.

My stomach continued to groan as I collapsed on the sofa, my hand reaching for the remote to turn the TV on. The News channel snapped on as the screen lit and I immediately grew anxious as I hoped to see myself on the screen. People had to be looking for me I mean.. They would find me soon right? They had to, whatever Harry is planning to do with me, I'm sure he won't put it off for too long. Goosebumps rose to my skin as I thought about what he could possibly want with me or my body. To my disappointment, nothing came up about me, no missing persons ad or broadcast. Maybe no one had noticed yet, because it had only been one night, a few missed texts weren't going to alert people that I was missing. I tried to comfort myself as I bit my lip in hope, I didn't want to die here, I want to see my sister and my family and I want to live. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I shut the TV off, plunging me into darkness once again. I curled myself up as my emotions came undone in front of me and my body grew weak again.

I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to pretend this was all one of my bad dreams and I was going to wake up any minute in my own bed. So many things were playing on my thoughts, like why did Harry kiss me like that? I felt sick at the thought of his lips on mine and his hands on my body, how dare he. I was also yet to discover his intrigue with me or my name, he clearly had something drawing him to my necklace, yet there were no signs pointing to as why he would be interested in my gold accessory. I felt my muscles relax as I drifted into an over due sleep, my tears slowly drying out.

His hands ran up my sides as his lips moved with my own, my hands tangling in his curly hair. He held me close into his chest as he pulled away slowly, his green eyes growing darker as they met mine. I studied his features and I felt no fear, just admiration for the beautiful man in front of me. His arms twisted around my waist as he pulled me even closer to him. His lips kissed my neck as he pulled at my necklace with his teeth, leaving small love bites on my skin.

"Violet" he said deeply, his husky voice making the words echo in my mind.

"You're just as psychotic as me "

I shot up off the sofa, sweat dripping from my forehead with fear. Why was I still having these dreams? And more importantly, what did they mean? I was snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of the front door opening, before thinking I rose and quickly and headed to the hall. My eyes widened as I watched Harry stumble in with a brunette girl attached to his chest as his lips attacked her's. A strong pang of anger rose through me and I decided not to question why I felt this, as my mind was more focused on the situation in front of me.

They moved towards the downstairs bedroom, as his eyes met mine in a flash. His green orbs remained locked with mine as his smirked as their lips never left each other's. The door slammed behind them as I slid down the wall behind me. What was happening? Why had my emotions grown at the sight of him with another girl, he was a ruthless and psychotic killer! I had to remember that. My face cringed as I heard moans and bangs erupt from the bedroom as I pulled my legs up to my chest. The volume of their groans increased and the bangs of the bed frame seemed to get more frequent as the volume rose. I lifted my hands to my ears, my eyes scrunching shut as I rejected the situation around me.

The noises quietened after a while and it was once again silent in the house as I removed my hands from my ears. Just as my muscles relaxed, my eyes shot open and I became stiff again when a loud gunshot rang through the house and deep red liquid pooled underneath the door frame. Tears poured from my eyes as I sat completely still in shock. The door swung open, making me jump, as Harry emerged from the room, his eyes lowering to meet my scrunched body. Then noticed his hands, both covered in the same red liquid from the floor, as I remained frozen in place.

The familiar smirk pulled at his lips, as he examined my broken state and approached me. He stopped directly in front of me and crouched to my level as I shook in fear. His bloody hand rose to my cheek and I flinched at his touch, feeling the hot liquid spread as he stroked my skin. His face was just inches from mine, as he continued to scan my eyes and the tears falling from them. He watched as the salty streams mixed with the hot blood from his hands, as he continued to caress my skin. His smirk still sat in place as his lips opened to speak.

"That was fun" he let out a demonic laugh as he continued to look at me, his eyes studying mine intently.

"so pretty when you cry for me"

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Woiow

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