Annas POV:
My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when I heard a sudden gunshot go off in the distance. My heart jumped out of its skin as I stumbled off my bed and dragged myself to the door. The sound felt close enough to be in my own house.
I cautiously climbed down the stairs and headed towards where I thought the noise had come from.
My feet brought me face to face with my kitchen door. Sighing inwards I pushed the glass barrier open and travelled along the cold hard tiled floor of the kitchen.
I reached the store room located at the back and looked around to notice a small entrance guarded by a stack of food which was deliberately piled against it to block it out of sight.
Astonished, I moved the things in front of the wooden door and tip toed closer to get a better look.
Once I stood by the tip of the metal door strip I looked down to see that it was accompanied by a pair of spiral stairs.
The pitch of the darkness lingered over me, embracing me ever so slightly. I shivered and grabbed the torch that hung beside the door and started staggering down the steel steps.
As I made my way down further I heard muffled noises, over the sudden burst of the adrenalin rushing through me, coming from the bottom.
I shuddered almost uncertainly wrapping my free arm across my chest. Grasping the torch harder I continued with my path but with each step I took something told me to turn around, however foolishly ignoring the voice inside my head I crept down even more.
The coldness grew around me and I started to regret the decision to come down here. My mind was averted when I was startled by a sound approaching me. Quickly using the brightness of the torch I faced it towards the noise but nothing came in sight.
Stop scaring yourself Anna no one is here.
Just then my back hit the hard wall behind me and the torch slipped out of my hand, tumbling down the stairs.
My breath caught in my throat as a teenage boy, about my age, lowered his face to my level.
I could barely make out his features in the dim light but one thing was sure, he had the most beautiful pair of green eyes I had seen.
His curls swooned over his forehead as he trapped me between his body. Whimpering, I twisted my hips struggling to move away from him.
The stench of alcohol overtook my senses as the boy in front of me sniggered at my attempt to break free from him.
I moved my face to the side, letting my cheek press against the bitter brick wall.
He brought his face to an inches distance from me and grinned. Before I had the chance to think he started hungrily kissing my right cheek. Squirming at his touch I began to rouse further away from his lips and breathed a soft “Please let me go”
Stopping precipitously he harshly grabbed my jawline and brought a glistening knife to my neck.
“Wanna say that again baby doll?”
No.
He smirked when I didn’t respond and kissed me again where he left his print. I closed my eyes to bridge off the tears forming as he trailed his hands below my waist only to stop at my thighs. Squeezing them he whispered in my ear “The names Harry pretty one”.
I gasped and nodded.
“Remember it when you’re screaming in a few minutes” he groaned against my lips before harshly pecking them.
Chocking at his words my eyes widened…he wouldn’t…he couldn’t…
Could he?
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My mind spun atrociously as I slowly opened my eyes to a foreign room.
The lime light shimmered over me and I brought my hand up to the stinging feeling in my lip. I brushed the tip of my index finger over them and felt a watery liquid attach itself to it, looking down I saw blood smeared on my finger.
Shocked I sat up all too quick making me feeling light headed, moaning at the pain I looked around to see my clothes scattered across the room.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I remembered the previous actions Harry had performed on me.
No
No
No
NO
Tears spitted from my eyes as I brought the cheap material draped over me closer to my body in order to cover myself shamefully. Sweat dripped from my forehead and I sat on the bed dazed from all my thoughts and surroundings.
The only question that replayed in my absurd mind was why.
Why did he do this to me?
What had I done to him?
Why was all this happening to me.
A/N
Heyyy flower crowns. So emotional chappy there...sorry if you were expecting something else but i felt like this plot would make a good chapter for you guys so yeah.
ANYWAYS ENOUGH OF THE TEARS AND SADNESS BC 1DDAY WAS LAST SATURDAY :D
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You turned to see Zayn behind you. He grasped your hand and pushed you against the door.
"What took you so long?" he breathed against your lips. Without waiting for a reply he began lovingly kissing you as he muttered a soft "i missed you".
Your body was overtook with the sensation of his touch but it soon ended as he stepped away from you and grinned.
As he opened his mouth to speak you cut him off and arose your hand in the air.
"i know i know, vote and comment for more"
He chuckled and nodded.
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