Angel [Dark H.S]

•Chapter 9•

Violet

My eyes fluttered open and my mind immediately flashed back to the night before. I had ran. Ran straight back upstairs, despite my hunger. How could he do that? I felt bile rise in my throat at the thought of what he did. Another girl dead, this time I knew about it before the rest of the world and it fucking sucked.

When I had gotten into my room, I spent about 20 minutes scrubbing my cheeks, in an attempt to remove the deep red marks that stained my skin. Then I had passed out from the overwhelming emotion and shock and I had lay unconscious until waking up to the sun light of the next morning. Voices from downstairs brought me from my thoughts as I rose from bed and tiptoed out of the door.

"Mate you have to clear up after yourself I mean come on" the voice was familiar, I had definitely heard it before. As I turned down the stairway, two figures came into my sight. It was Harry and he was stood with a man I didn't know, he had dark hair, tanned skin and if I'm being honest, he was pretty beautiful.

I tried to sneak down the first few stairs to avoid attention, but my plan was cut off when I stepped on the same dodgy floor board as last night. Fucking floor board. Both the men's head's snapped around to look at me, Harry growing a smirk as he saw me.

"Good morning Violet" he smiled as I continued down the stairs. His dimples were really cute. But he was still a twat.

The other man stood behind Harry, studying my every move carefully. I became uncomfortable when his gaze lingered, his eye brows furrowing at his view.

"Oh.. I'm Zayn, nice to meet you.. Violet" he turned to Harry at the end of his sentence, just as he said my name. Harry nodded at him causing Zayn's eyes to widen slightly. Realization struck when it clicked that he was the man by the car that night, that's why I recognized his voice but not his face.

"Erm hi" I mumbled awkwardly, confused by their interaction.

"I'm hungry" I blurted, my stomach seemed to be the one doing the talking due to its lack of feeding.

"Give me a minute and I'll grab you something" Harry then looked to Zayn, giving him a knowing nod, before Zayn turned back to his task of scrubbing the bloody floor, but not before looking at me intently one last time.

Harry lead me to the kitchen, his hands reaching for a shopping bag that sat on the counter.

"Toast?" He asked, earning a small nod from me before he turned his back to me, and began preparing the food. He completely dodged the subject of last night, which made me happy as I was definitely not ready to relive that horror yet .

Then I saw it. From the corner of my eye I saw the kitchen window was open slightly, just enough to let in a comfortable breeze. My eyebrows rose as I checked to ensure that Harry was still preoccupied with the food, before I slowly moved towards the escape route. I quietly lifted my body into the counter and began to push the window out further. I turned back, relief flooding me when I saw Harry still occupied with my toast. I slipped one leg out of the window quietly and tried to adjust myself so I would be able to climb out completely. I turned back just in time to see Harry's large hands reach out and grab my waist, dragging me down from the counter and pinning me to the wall. His tattoos stood out more on his arms, as his muscles tensed around me.

"Were you trying to leave me Violet?" He asked, his eye brows furrowing slightly

"Let go!" I protested as his grasp on my waist grew tighter

"I haven't hurt you" he said almost softly, showing a change to every other tone he had used with me. I didn't reply as I kept pulling at his grasp.

His hand rose to my face, as he replaced his grasp with his hips, pushing them in to mine.

"Try anything like that again and I will have to kill you" he held my chin tightly in his hands as I pulled at his touch.

"Why are you keeping me here?" I pleaded, his eyes still studying mine.

"Stop asking questions" he hissed before slamming the window shut and dragging me back near the toaster. Silence grew after the incident, he kept his back to me as he continued to prepare my breakfast.

He turned and handed me a plate with buttered toast on, his eyes meeting the necklace on my neck as he studied it slowly.

"where did you get it?" He asked, referring to the chain around my neck.

"I.. I got it when I was little" I stumbled over my words, I was almost shocked that he had finally acknowledged his attraction to it out loud. I hoped that he would continue to ask about it, so I could find out more about his interest towards the jewelry, but unfortunately he responded with a nod before going silent again.

All of a sudden, Zayn appeared in the door way as he stalked over to where Harry stood. He leant close to him and whispered something unintelligible in Harry's ear. Harry's eye brows furrowed before he looked up at me, his green eyes meeting my blue ones.

"There are clothes in the draws upstairs, go get changed" he commanded, I nodded and quickly hurried out of the kitchen, however, stopping when he spoke to me once more.

"Oh and Violet.. Behave yourself" he glared at me as I continued towards the stair case.

Harry and Zayn disappeared into the study downstairs, the door slamming behind them as I reached the top step. I headed back into my room and towards the draws, opening them to see the clothes. There were plain t-shirts and leggings in there, pretty simple but comfortable. I picked a few pieces up before I headed to the bathroom to change, as that door had a lock and I didn't want to risk Harry walking in. I noticed another window in the bathroom but was disappointed, yet not surprised, when I found it was locked tight much alike the ones in my bedroom.

My eyes found the mirror as I examined my reflection. My hair was slightly messy, from sleep and my eyes were a little puffy, from the crying, but to my surprise I looked reasonably normal. After changing, I emerged from my room and headed towards the stairs again when something caught my eye.

Across the landing. Harry's room. The one I had been forbidden to enter, however, the door was now open slightly which made the temptation too much to ignore. I looked down the stairs to see the study door still shut tight, as I tiptoed across towards his room.

I took a shaky breath as my hand rose to palm the dark wood, I put little pressure on the door as it swung open to reveal his bedroom. My eyes widened and a large gasp of shock left my lips as I examined my view.

The walls were completely covered with drawings of a familiar face. My face. Some sketches, that suffocated the walls, were just of my gold chain and the 'V' that hung from it. Another gasp was released when my eyes hit the back wall. Across the brick, in big black letters, the name 'Violet' was painted, stretching across the whole wall.

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