Psycho {H.S.}

Ten

READ THIS: Okay so I'm going to just say that constantly commenting, "update now" "I won't continue reading this without updates" when I've literally just updated is super repetitive. I don't want to come off as mean at all because you know how much I appreciate my readers, but you're forcing me to write chapters. And by forcing the creative process, you get a shit chapter, an unclear picture, and it's all around a mess. It's the reason I deleted one of my most popular books. Because it was all forced. So I ask PLEASE give me time to write these.

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"Holy shit balls! I'm starving." Niall announces and walks to the kitchen. Harry follows after him and I follow Harry, not really knowing what else to do.

They each grab a beer and Harry pulls one out, offering it to me. I shake my head 'no' and he smirks.

"Let me guess, you don't drink. And you have never tried to?" He adds.

I act like I'm offended, "no! I did drink. At a party... One time." That's a complete lie.

"That's a complete lie." Niall's says and I scoff. Can he read my mind?

"Anyways, Harry. You're all over the news you crazy b*tch!" Niall yells and walks to the cupboard. He pulls out a bag of Doritos and starts chomping down on them, sitting himself at the counter.

Harry grabs his beer, taking a swig, and sits on the only stool left next to Niall. I don't mind standing and I didn't think Harry or Niall would offer me a seat anyways.

"I haven't actually had time to sit and watch the news lately. We've been driving for ages it feels. We almost got caught by the police." Harry says, sounding exhausted.

"Well, I have an extra room. But you can't stay there forever. Liam has a place you can stay at. But there's one problem." Niall says the last part hesitantly.

Harrys eyebrows furrow and he takes another drink of his beer before turning to look at Niall.

"It's Ben Winston isn't it?" Harry says with pure venom slithering out in his tone. I almost feel shaken up. I don't know if I've heard him talk so hatefully other then the time we clashed at my apartment.

I just keep wondering why the hell he brought me along with him. I'm no asset to him or anyone and I wouldn't tell a soul if it meant my freedom again. Man this sucks balls.

"Yeah, they're out again. They know you are in the area. And they'll be hot on your case since your face is plastered all over the Internet and television."

"Who is Ben Winston?" I pipe in and both their heads turn towards me. None of them answer for a while and I gulp in fear.

"Is it not the right time to ask that?"

"I'll lead you to our room, so the adults can be left alone to talk." Harry says with a sort of annoyed smirk. He stands from his stool and walks towards me, grabbing my arm quite roughly.

"Come, love. Don't fight me tonight." He whispers and I decide it's probably best to take his advice. He would probably end up just cutting himself again.

He walks me over to a door and opens it, revealing a two person bed and a small dresser. This is an apartment complex, so there is only two rooms in this thing.

I walk in and pull my arm away from Harrys. He doesn't say anything about it, but I know he's upset. I just walk directly to the bed and start unbuttoning my pants.

"What are you doing?" I hear and I turn around while I'm unzipping my pants.

Harrys eyes are darker than usual and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"I never sleep with pants on, that's just weird. And I didn't get the chance to grab some pajama's when I was violently ripped from my comfortable home and forced to travel with a man I don't know who is also a criminal. So I'm not sleeping in pants, is that okay with you!" I say angrily and suddenly I'm pushed onto the bed. I squeal and use my feet to push me further away from Harrys body towering over my quivering one.

He has both his hands on my knees and he's preventing me from moving any further back.

"Don't you ever f*cking talk to me like that again. Do you understand me?" He says through gritted teeth, and it's his incredibly intimidating 'try me and I'll kill you' voice.

"I-I'm sorry. Please. I won't ever again." I plead with him and struggle to get my legs free. He stares directly into my eyes, almost like he's forcing me with his glares. It freaks me out and I look away.

He pushes down on my knees and stands to his full height beside the bed and I tremble on top of it.

"Good. Stay here. I'll check on you in fifteen minutes." He says and without another word, he leaves the room and shuts the door.

I have fifteen minutes to escape.

I look around at my surroundings as I sit up. I immediately notice a window. That's perfect. I jump up from the bed, trying to make as little noise as possible and start counting the seconds leading to minutes in my mind.

I push the curtains aside and open the window up. There's a fire escape panel and I thank the lord. I quickly button up my pants and take it one leg at a time, making it onto the panel. It's already been three minutes since he left.

I start frantically climbing down the ladders and were only three floors up, so I reach the bottom really fast. I jump down a short ways and for the first time in a couple days, I'm somewhat free again.

But there is no time to celebrate. I start running out of the alleyway and I'm lead back to the very front of the complex. I see a man pulling in, but I can't trust anyone right now.

I start running away from the apartments and I'm positive the man in the car sees me. But I don't care, I just want to be as far away from them as possible. I'm hoping I can flag down a police officer or someone that may be able to help.

My heart is beating so fast that I feel like it may explode at any given second. It doesn't make it better that I've been running for at least five minutes now. I'm out of sight of the complex and now I'm in the downtown side of Nevada. I come to a walk.

I frantically look around for some shelter anywhere. There's a night club. Not my first choice, but I guess it will do. I walk up to the club and the man at the front stops me as I try to go in.

"Mam, you look a little young to be entering a night club." He says in a deep voice and I suddenly want to slap the bald off of his stupid head.

"Sir, with all do respect, I've had a pretty crazy last couple of days and I'm actually trying to run away from a psychopath murderer and so I really need to enter."

He stares at me for a really long time, just observing me before he pulls his walkie talkie to his mouth and says,

"Zayn, we got her."