***Harry's P.O.V***
A small spread to my lips as Melanie fell into the oblivion of sleep, her body slowly ceasing it's shaking. I held her tightly to my chest, and I could feel the cold metal of the cuff resting against my chest, as she had her arms up, keeping as much distant as possible between us.
Melanie had shocked me when she threatened me with my gun. She was such an innocent girl, yet she was ready to shoot. Of course, I knew she wasn't capable of pulling the trigger, but the fact that she managed to wrap her small fingers around the gun was still a surprise.
Something in Melanie's eyes had changed once she released the gun though. Her tears had instantly disappeared, she didn't look afraid to look me in the eye, she didn't look like she was over whelmed with pain and sadness anymore. She had switched.
Melanie had stopped caring. It was all in her eyes. People say the eyes are the window to the soul, and if that is true, Melanie's is now very, very empty.
This is not good. One of the many things I adore her, is her kind compassion for others, her innocence, just...her. She isn't the same anymore. She isn't Melanie, and I have to get her back.
Friends mean the world to Melanie. Ever since her parents had died in the car crash when she was 12, and she had met Kendall, they had become her world. She cared and loved for her friends, like she had for her parents. When her friends cried, she cried, when her friends laugh, she laughed.
I am going to get emotion back in her.
Plus I am not going to deny the fact that I find her feisty side, and the way she is afraid of me sexy. I love seeing the fear in her eyes, yet her mouth release such powerful words. It was a turn on, and I'm going to get that back in her.
And I now exactly how to do that.
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I smirked to myself as walked out of the garage, now ready to get back Melanie to her old self. People may say what I have done is sick, but I don't care. This is going to work, I know it will.
I walked back into the room, to find Melanie still asleep, chained to the bed , just as I had left her. I was glad she hadn't woken up, because I would have to deal with her shit if she yelled at me for restraining her again.
"Melanie." I smirked.
She let out a groan as I poked her on the cheek repeatedly until her eyelids finally fluttered open.
"Fuck off" she groaned.
I chuckled at her sass. At least she still had some fire in her. "Melanie, get up, or I'll throw a bucket of ice cold water on you" I threatened with a smirk.
She instantly sat up with my words. Her eyelids fell to her wrists, as she noticed the red marks.
"You tied me up again?" she growled.
"Actually, I cuffed you." I retaliated. "Now come on." I ordered.
I took Melanie's arm and took her to the kitchen. "Sit." I ordered, motioning to the stool. She obliged, but scowled up at me. I chuckled slightly, pushing a tray of food towards her, whilst grabbing mine too, still slightly warm from when I prepared in earlier.
"Eat." I smirked. Melanie eyed the food up and down, looking at it sceptically. "It's not poisoned or drugged Mel." I laughed.
"That's exactly what you would say if it was." she scoffed.
