Boys like you *Harry Styles*

Chapter 29

Author's Chapter Notes:

Guess I'll say a prayer and I'll kiss into the air

I'll look into the sky, send em straight to nowhere

We all dug the grave can't shake away the shame

Can't quiver in the sky but you're shaking all the same

You left us with the guns and all of em unloaded

Teach us how to shoot but you taught us how to hold em

And all the weight of all the world is right between your shoulders

Heavy is the heart when the world keeps growing colder

- Hollywood undead, outside.

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I could taste the rubbery leather in my mouth as I desperately tried to bite into his flesh, but the glove was thick and he didn't seem to even flinch. I kicked and screamed, slamming my elbow into his chest - but he was too determined to notice. He hushed me gently, dragging my feet along the hospital car-park which was pitch black and deadly. I could hear sirens wail and my stomach turned. I could feel it in my bones - tonight was the beginning of the end. He released his hand from around my waist, but tightly kept my mouth covered with the other, preventing me for screaming out as people obliviously passed us by. He fished into his jacket pocket and pulled out his car keys before forcing them into the lock for the boot of his car. My eyes widened - was he going to put me in there?

"I'm sorry, Scarlet, but I can't take any chances." He whispered into my ear, pulling a piece of rope out of the boot.

I screeched loudly, trying to wiggle out of his grip as he slammed the boot shut and forced open the passenger side door. He released my mouth, and finally I could speak. As he roughly forced my body down and into the seat I pounded my balled up fists against his hard and tense chest, but he just ignored me punches and screams.

"TOMMY!" I screamed. "What are you doing? Tommy, let me go. Let me go this instant." I demanded, looking into his tear-filled eyes.

"If I let you go, you'll get yourself killed." He whispered painfully, grabbing hold of my wrists. "I can't trust you not to run." He breathed, whipping the rope around my writs, bounding them together, tightly.

"Are you insane?" I cried out, shocked by his actions as he tied the rope into a knot, and it now bit into my raw skin.

"No. You are. You just fucking gave Charlie King permission to kill you, and now I need to do this to keep you safe." He screamed, angrily slamming the door over before he kicked into the side of the car with a loud and unforgiving thud. I watched him out of the window, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his head, cursing loudly to himself.

I choked, falling back into the chair as I struggled to breathe. This couldn't be happening. This had to be a dream. All of it had to be some sort of sick dream. He slipped into the drivers seat and wasted no time. Within the blink of an eye we were on the road, whizzing past the beeping traffic and angry drivers.

"Scarlet, why did you call Jack? I - He hates Charlie." He shook his head in confusion but kept his eyes focused on the road ahead of us.

I scoffed, feeling the back of my throat burn with both fear and anticipation. "Jack's been working for Charlie for months. I wanted to tell you, but he threatened me. He's an evil, lying, conniving piece of shit."

His hands tightened around the steering wheel and his eyes turned dark. His mouth opened in shock, and he still couldn't believe what I had just told him. Jack was his best friend. His best friend who had been leading a double life for months now.