***Melanie's P.O.V***
"Melanie"
"Melanie"
"Melanie!"
I groaned as somebody spoke my name continuously, whilst shaking me awake. My eyes scanned the room I was in. Dark wooden walls surrounded me, matching them wooden floor. I was lying on a huge bed, and confussion stirred within me. Where was I?
"What? Kendall go away" I mumbled. I heard the person rumble with laughter, but my eyes quickly snapped open when I recognized the laughter, and last nights events flooded my memory. All the emotions of pain and sadness flowed through me again, hands curling up into fists as I faced the monster the detroyed my life.
"Kendall.." My voice cracked at the memory of my best friend. I wanted this to all just be a dream. A horrible, sickening dream. "You killed him" I gasped in disbelief as I stared into the eyes of Harry's cold expression. He studied me, and guilt flashed through his green eyes, only for a second, before it was replaced with a menacing smirk. "How could you?!"
"He got in my way." Harry shrugged. Hatred overwhelmed me with his harsh words. He got in the way? My hands craved nothing more than to slap him across the face, but I knew the consequences would make it worse.
"He was my best friend! What kind of sick, twisted bastard are you?!" I instantly regretted my words, as in seconds I was pushed up against the headboard of the bed, Harry straddling me, as his hands gripped around my waist so hard I could scarcely breathe.
"Watch.your.mouth" He seethed through clenched teeth. I gulped as I stared into my eyes, with his harsh gaze. I cowered back and whimpered as he tightened his grip/
"S-sorry!" I stuttered. Harry smirked and leant forward so his forhead was against mine.
"Good girl. Now how about I show you around our new home, hm babe?"
"This isn't my home!" I growled. Harry just laughed out loud, as his laughter boomed around his large, dark room.
"Oh? Where is your home? Back with dead Kendall?" he taunted. I bit my lip to restrain my anger from lashing out at him. Harry had a point, but no way in hell am I staying here. If Harry's ruthless and cruel personality wasn't scary enough, his room was enough to put me on edge.
"Somewhere far way from you, and the prison cell you will rot in!" Normally I would be scared to even speak one word, but Harry mocking my now dead friend, was enough to give me a little push.
"And what makes you think the police will catch me?" Harry smirked, dimples and all. Normally I would find that attractive, but all I saw looking at him was a cold hearted murderer.
"I'll escape and tell them" I stated matter-of-factly.
"Escape?" Harry fake gasped. "Just how are you going to manage that baby?" Harry tilted his head to the side, awaiting my answer.
"You can't watch me all the time. I'll find a way"
"True." Harry shrugged. "But when i'm busy, I have plenty of...tools to restrain you." His eyes lit up with the word 'tools' and my stomach churned at the thoughts that were going through his sick head.
"You're disgusting!" scowled, causing Harry to howl with amusement.
"Oh baby, you have no idea the things I can and will do, to teach you to behave" I instinctively took one step back, only to have him take one forward and have me trapped between the wall and himself. I let out a fustrated sigh as his smirk never left his face.
"Please, just let me go" I asked, keeping my tone steady and calm, hoping it might work in my favour. "I won't tell anybody about Nathan and..." I trailed off at the end. Although I knew he was dead, I couldn't bring myslef to say the words out loud. I still have a spark of hope within me, although it was flickering, and God only knows how much longer it can hold out.
"And what would you do with the bodies, baby? You're far to sweet and innocent to dispose of two corpses." Harry reasoned. I cringed at the word, and he raised his brows. "See sweetheart, you cringed when I mentioned a dead body, let alone actually dealing, with not only one, but two."
"You don't even know me! Just let me go!" I fumed. It angered me beyond words at how he thought he knew me and what I was like, after one day! Besides, he was judging me by him killing people. I'm sure any normal person would have reacted the exact same way. How are you supposed to bloody act when I murdere kidnaps you?! Smile and say "thanks"? I don't think so!
"Oh, but I know enough. I know that your best friend is dead. I know that you are in fact accessory to murder since you knew the plan was to kill him and you went along with it," I bit my lip at his words. They were true, but to be fair, I don't think it was much of a choice. "And," Harry smirked, brushing a stray curl behind my ear, and stroking my cheek.
"And?" my voice quivered, afraid of what the next one was.
"I know that you are mine."
