Shifted [z.m au]

XV. Trapped.

◾ trapped

noun:
/ trapped /

induce (someone), by means of trickery or deception, to do something they would not otherwise want to do.

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"You're lying." I told him, feeling my anger grow. "You're fucking lying, Zayn."

He shook his head. His dark eyes-my eyes-brimmed with tears.

"I don't believe you." I insisted. "You can cry all you want to. I'm not stupid. Do you really think I'm stupid enough to believe you?"

His chin trembled. The large tears rolled slowly down his cheeks. He made no effort to wipe them away.

"It's the truth." he whispered. "I don't care if you believe me or not. I don't even know your name."

"My name is Rena." I replied through clenched teeth. "But I'm inside Zayn's body. And you're in mine-Zayn!"

I repeated his name again and again, so angry, so our of control, so desperate for him to be Zayn and not some stranger.

"Zayn!"

"Stop it!" he pleaded. "Stop!" he held his hands over his ears and shut his eyes.

"Zayn!"

I wanted to grab him and shake him, shake him hard. Shake him till he confessed that he really was Zayn.

"I'm not Zayn!" he insisted. "I'm Ryan. Zayn forced me to shifted. He forced me. Then he-he took my body and he ran away."

More tears rolled down his face. His whole body began to tremble.

I took a step back, watching him. I realized I was beginning to believe him. "You-you really aren't Zayn?" I stammered.

He shook his head. Tears fell onto the straw on the barn floor. "He forced me to shifted. Now what am I going to do?"

I heard the scrape of straw. Heavy thuds. I turned to see a dark figure enter the barn.

The police.

"We've got to hide." I whispered.

To my surprise, Ryan had a smile on his face. His dark eyes gleamed.

"The police are here." I warned, whispering softly. "We have to hide."

His grin widened. He shook his head. "Rena, you really are an fucking idiot!" he spit. "You really believed that fucking dumbass story, babe?"

I couldn't help but gasped at his blunt words. "Zayn?!"

He nodded, grinning triumphantly. He had fooled me. There was no Ryan. He was Zayn. I had found him.

I made an angry grab for him. But he sidestepped away. Then he spun around the bundle of straw and started to run.

"Hey-!" I called in a whisper.

I forgot about the police. I started to chase after him. I couldn't let him get away again.

In the dimming gray light I saw him dart out through the barn door. I ran harder. I was only ten or twenty steps behind him.

He ran toward the old well, his sneakers pounding the ground, his brown hair-my hair-flying wildly behind him.

Crickets chirped shrilly all around. I heard a dog howling mournfully the distance.

It was as if the entire farm had suddenly come alive. As if all the plants and creatures around me were sounding their excitement.

I squinted in the darkness, my eyes locked on Zayn. He was running hard, only a few yards from the old well now.

What did he plan to do? I wondered. Did he plan to hide in there?

I tried to run faster, to catch up with him. But I heard the thud of footsteps behind me.

I heard a groan. Heavy breathing. And then I felt strong arms wrap around my legs.

"Ahhhhh!" I uttered a startled cry as I was tackled and dragged to the ground.

"Let me go!" I shrieked. "I can't let him get away again."

But the two hands held me down. I kicked my legs, trashed my arms frantically. I couldn't get away.

With an angry cry I turned to face the pursuer. When I gazed into his face, I gasped in horror.

"Harry!" I choked out. "Harry-no! It can't be you! You're dead!"

He narrowed his emerald green eyes at me coldly. "Rena, I've come for you." he said.

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a.n
WHOS EXCITED FOR BABYCAKES HARRY???
YEAH HE CAME BACK ((HIS HEAD IS STILL LINGER THERE DONT WORRY LMAO))😋😝