Obsessive. (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 5

It's been a day since I haven't been bought. I actually thought that I'll be doing the same things I did for 2 weeks straight but it was only 7 days. I was forced to go to a house with a random guy only to be put back in the same place where they bought me without doing anything to me. After a week, those guys who put me in this mess in the first place finally gave up on me. They didn't know what to do with me anymore. They considered me sold even if I wasn't.

I was still stuck in the same room, trying to sleep but I couldn't because I could hear guys shouting at each other outside. They were arguing about me not being able stay in a house even for a day or so. They said that the customer keeps on returning me before the due date that they were supposed to return me. I smiled a little, knowing that they'll never succeed in whatever they're planning. Then, my smile eventually faded because I realized that I shouldn't be smiling right now and that I should be screaming my lungs out til they let me out or I should be crying my eyes out because I'll never get out of here or I should be fighting those guys no matter what it takes but I couldn't. I was weak and emotionless. I wasn't motivated to do such things. I can't even cry, scream, fight, talk, breathe, eat and sleep properly. I was becoming numb each day.

Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this cruelty? I don't even know if any of my family member is worrying about me or is trying to look for me.

Tears barely came out of my eyes. I think I can already count how many tears I only got left because of the countless times I've cried myself off to sleep.

The shouting outside my room stopped and I heard them walking away because of their shoes. I let out a heavy sigh. It's a good thing that they aren't going to do something to me because of my behaviour these past couple of days.

Day 1

This is the first time that I've been bought. I was forced to get inside a car and a young guy who bought me was beside me. I know that he's rich because of how he acts and because he's wearing a suit, diamond watch and everything else he has made him look rich. He has his own driver and I kept my distance from him when I was in the car. I stole glances at him and saw that his face was straight with no emotion on his face. My hands were on my lap and I fiddled with my fingers. Once we arrived at his house, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the car because I wouldn't want to come with him. He practically dragged me inside his house and into his room but then he suddenly left me alone in his room so I just sat on the edge of the bed without knowing what to do. I was planning to escape and maybe jump out of the window and run for my life but I couldn't because it was pretty high. After 20 minutes or so, the guy came back stumbling in his own room and I didn't know why but I hurriedly went towards him to help him out. I think he's drunk because I could smell the liquor from him.

"I don't know what I'm doing with my life," He said while I was slowly putting him on the bed. I didn't say anything because I have no idea what to say to him but he continued talking.

"Or what I should do with my life. You know, my girlfriend and I just broke up and my parents told me that I should do this and that and that I should do better. No matter what I do, no one's proud of me. I fucking worked my ass off all day everyday so that's why my girlfriend broke up with me because she said that I wasn't giving her enough time but if I give her enough time, my parents would tell me to focus on our business. Fucking shit, I can't do both at the same time and now, she's with someone else and I fucking feel so alone" He said.

"Is that why you decided to have me?" I asked.

"Yeah, I wasn't planning on doing something to you. I just need someone" He said while sitting up on the bed and leaning his upper body on the headboard. He rubbed his face with his hands while groaning loudly.