Masked Emotions (ONE DIRECTION FANFIC)

Chapter 8

I open my already heavy eyes and I'm confused by my surroundings My head is spinning so I decide to lay it back down onto my pillow. 'Hold on a second. Why am I back in my apartment?' my sub conscience asks. 'What is going on?' "Mum!" I try to yell but it comes out as a mere whisper. My hand flys to my throat not knowing what happened. I catch sight of my wrists and when i take a closer look they appear to have burns on them. I inhale and exhale to calm myself down but when that doesn't work I close my eyes only to have them reopen in confusion. I hear what seems to be a males voice.

It strangely sounds familiar. But i don't know who it belongs to. I sit up slowing and swing my legs of the bed. I guess i stood up to quickly because i have to hold onto the nightstand to try and regain my balance.

I pad over towards the male's voice that sends shivers down my spine. The sound is strong and assertive yet gently and inviting. I crouch in the doorpost and peer into our makeshift "living room." The boy, the one I ran into on my first day working at "The House" is sitting in my house.

'Why is he here?' my coincidence butts in again. I scan his body from head to toe but I stop to look at the dried blood on his calloused fingertips. I immediately begin to back away. 'Is he here to hurt us?' my sub conscience adds. My emotions get the best of me and I begin to silently sob. But then something about the boy catches my attention. Immediately his demeanor changes to a serious tone. "I'm taking your daughter with me to America." And in that moment my heart dropped.