extortion || h.s

Chapter twelve:

I haven't updated in nearly a year, I suck! I finally came back onto this account and realized I never finished this book, so here I am to finish writing it! Here is chapter twelve, hope you enjoy! :-)

without further ado,

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"Harry? What is it?" I felt my heartbeat racing.

"They found my dad."

"They what?!" I asked incredulously, my eyes probably bulging as large as his did just seconds ago.

"They found him and they have him so he can't leave. We have a quick detour before the airport." He said before pulling out of the driveway.

I didn't say anything, I knew it probably wasn't a very good idea but who was I to stop him from seeing who was once one of his favorite people in the world. He pulled onto the road before getting on the interstate. The car stayed quiet and I couldn't bring myself to start conversation. The news he'd just found out was insane and I had nothing that came to mind that seemed suitable for the situation. I stole a few glances at him, feeling a little uneasy when an idea slipped into my mind. I breathed in deeply before gently resting my hand on top of his which was on the gear stick between us. His eyes snapped to our hands and then met my uneasy eyes. I quickly glanced away, back towards to road.

The air between us felt less heavy and more welcoming. I glanced back over to the curly haired boy and saw him visibly relax. Soon enough we were pulling into the parking lot of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. How cliche. Harry pulled into an empty parking space–the only type of parking space around here–and shifted the stick into park so I pulled my hand away. Once the car was shut off he rested his head back against the headrest and took a deep breath.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to." I found enough courage to speak up, but my eyes refused to meet his.

"I have to do this." He informed me, sitting up straight once more and I knew his emerald eyes were on me. "Can you come with me?"

I didn't expect a pleading tone to come along with this sentence. Hell, I didn't even expect that sentence to leave his mouth. My eyes quickly found his and all I saw was a look of desperation.

"Of course." I spoke, not breaking eye contact with the now very vulnerable boy in front of me.

"Thank you." He mumbled, opening the car door and stepping out.

I followed his action, opening the car door and jumping out before quickly shutting it so I could follow behind him. Once I caught up next to him and we walked in sync, my heart started racing. I had just realized the severity of this situation. He opened the door for me and I stepped through before waiting for him.

"It's going to be okay." Harry said quietly, glancing down to me. Apparently I was wearing my worry clear across my face. I nodded, even though I wasn't fully convinced.

As we walked through the eerily empty halls, our footsteps echoed through the still air. My heart was still racing, and all I wanted to do was turn and run but I knew I wouldn't. My endless mind ramble came to a halt when I felt fingers intertwine with mine. I looked up to Harry who was looking ahead of us, acting like he hadn't done anything. I felt myself relax slightly, but I knew I was still on edge. We soon stopped in front of a door that read "109" above it. Harry glanced down to me and I nodded before he grabbed the handle and twisted it before pushing it open.

There stood the girl–Tara, I think her name was–from the wedding, two other men. They were big, taller than Harry and intimidatingly buff. There in the middle of the room sat a man who had a striking resemblance to the boy holding my hand. He was tied to the chair and had some kind of tape over his mouth to probably keep him from shouting, this didn't stop his grunting though. When he realized who had walked through the door, his eyes froze on Harry and he stopped fidgeting or making sounds.