Trapped 6: Going The Distance (Sequel To Trapped 5: Happily Ever After)

Chapter 29-Harry's Slave

*Harry's POV*

As the time goes by, I just sit at the table I was sitting at yesterday with Zayn confessing my guts out, I realize that as long as I'm in here, I can't be with Liz, so I need to get out of here, now. Since yesterday I've been a hell of a lot perkier than usual, and that bothers me just a bit. I continue thinking about my past, and possibly my future, when my thought's are interrupted by the sound of my door opening, revealing Lydia in her usual nurse's outfit. I've always loved this outfit on here, even though it's the only thing I've ever seen her wear, but it's tight enough to reveal her curves and it compliments her butt rather well even though that sounds perverted and gay, but it really does. And the top of the dress isn't too baggy and isn't too tight, it's basically the perfect size, especially with someone with her boob size. It's not that they're too small or too large, it's just that they're a little smaller than Liz's and they're like the size of an ant compared to Perrie, but Perrie had a huge boob job done when we first got together, but that was before I took her virginity, even though I technically wasn't her first. 

"Hi Harry," she smiles as she carries a tray of various items in with her.

I don't bother replying, and she seems to notice as she sets the tray down on the table across from me. I watch as she pulls out the chair and sits in it, staring at me, almost as though she's trying to read my mind.

"Look, I'm not going to tell anyone about your past, even though a criminal record and all that shit is required information for your profile on the computer, but I'm not bringing that up because I know there's nothing wrong with you. You just want to be protected. So I told them that you had a clean history-" she suddenly stops herself, "but there's a problem....."

"What is it?" I ask.

Don't tell me that Perrie got a job here because if so I'm fucked......

"They were examining your blood test yesterday that you got earlier that day......" she trails off once again.

"Dammit stop leaving me in suspense Lydia!" I snap, but didn't realize that I actually said that out loud.

She just looks at me, stunned that I would snap at her like that, but I didn't mean to.

"I'm sorry," I apologetically mumble, "continue."

"Well, let's cut to the chase.......they won't let you leave now because they found that you're on drugs-"

"What?!?!?!?!?!" I gasp nearly knocking the chair over onto the floor, "I quit smoking and all that shit! What the fuck are you talking about?!?! That's impossible!!!"

"They found an antidepressant in your bloodstream. You're not subscribed to be taking them so it's prohibited. Unless a doctor says so and prescribes it to you, you're legally not allowed to have those-"

"Search me! I don't have any antidepressants on me! Make me piss in a cup for all I care! I don't take antidepressants. I'd say I don't do drugs but I smoked pot for a while and that's a drug so....."

"Harry......." She trails off, shaking her head, "I'm sorry but I can't let you leave. They found it in your bloodstream-"

"But I don't take antidepressants-"

"And I believe you, but they don't. Did that guy that came to visit you-"

"Zayn," I blurt.

"Zayn......" She pauses to memorize his name and his face for a short moment, "does he take antidepressants?"

"No. Not that I know of at least."

I know exactly who it is now. It was obviously Perrie, no doubt about it. But they're not going to believe me.

"Is there a way that I can see the security footage?" I suddenly ask.

*Liz's POV*

This feeling is unbearable. My mother can't be with Nathan, no, she's not allowed to find another man. No one can replace dad. I hate Nathan now. I hate what he's trying to do to my family. I understand that he's trying to help but I don't need help. I need him to stay the hell away from my mother.

"Liz?" I hear Nathan's voice call, startling me, "open up."

"Get the fuck out of my house," I snap.

Of course he doesn't listen, he just opens the door anyway. I scowl and turn my back to him as a sign telling him to go away.

"You're not my father," I mutter, "and you never will be."

"Liz-"

"No! Don't try to make anything better! The only thing you're going to end up doing is making things worse! I'm never going to let you be with my mother and you sure as hell aren't going to be my father!"

As Nathan's about to open his mouth to reply, my phone suddenly goes off. I pick it up to find that I have one new text message.

From: Zayn

;) When ur ready come & get it, na na na na, na na na na, na na na na Babe I miss u 

I laugh at his silliness, only causing Nathan to become curious and tries to glance down at my screen, but I quickly pull my phone to my chest and scowl at him once more.

"You don't like me, do you?" He crosses his arms.

"Not with what you're trying to do," I state, "I'm going out."

I hate it when Zayn calls me babe, and when he does it only means one thing: he's horny and wants to hop in my pants and give me major hickeys. Well, this time, I might just let him. I need this. I need to feel loved. I need to move on. It's obvious that Harry's not getting out of that mental institution. Knowing him, he's probably fucking one of the nurses right this very second. Besides, it's not like Zayn has a girlfriend or anything so it's not like having sex with him is not that big of a deal. Don't get me wrong, I want him, but honestly, he scares me a bit. And to be even more honest I think he scares everybody. 

"Liz you're not going anywhere," he growls before blocking my bedroom door.

"Says who? You're not my father."

"Dinner's almost ready-"

"I'm eating at a friend's tonight-"

"No, you're not-"

"Yes, I am," I growl.

Nathan's face burns red with anger when suddenly I feel his muscular hand whip my face, sending me to the floor because of my loss of balance. Tears well up in my eyes but I hold them back. I watch as he smirks from above, obviously amused that he proved his point.

"Get downstairs in five minutes," he instructs quietly, "and not a word about this is said to your mother."

I'm over 18. I don't need to listen to his fucking rules. I'm an adult and I'm very capable of making my own decisions. I'm going over to Harry's mother's and neither Nathan nor my mother will be able to stop me. I don't care how many times he slaps me or yells at me, I'm still going over there no matter what.

He's not my fucking father he has no right to slap me or order me around. I am not his slave.........

I'm Harry's.......