disintegrate
fourteen
"coming mate!" harry called obviously referring to the unknown voice that had echoed just seconds ago.
harry's strong hand let go of my wrist.
my eyes widened.
this was my chance of escape.
i could run.
run away from this creep of a guy.
run back to the safety of my home.
but my hopeful aspirations were quickly dismissed as harry's hand was placed back on me.
except it wasn't on my wrist.
and it wasn't simply placed.
his hand was now gripping my waist, making me wince in pain.
i now knew my one chance of escape was now gone.
lost.
he squeezed the skin on my back, obviously trying to tell me something.
something which was unknown to me.
his eyes were still on mine, holding an emotion that i did not yet know.
his nostrils flared, telling me that his sense of smell was in distinct use at the moment.
'of course; the weed'
"don't be difficult ; this will be fun," he breathily whispered, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
he said this convincingly.
but i was no longer convinced.
his flawless structure was no longer pulling me under his spell.
i was aware of everything around me.
not even his good looks could distract me from the obvious.
and as my feet were forced to move towards the off-looking people by his rough pull.
towards the source of the smell that made me want to curl up in a small ball and hide from everything.
i knew this was wrong.
i had school tomorrow.
i should be in bed.
not out in the middle of the woods with a bunch of druggies and god knows what else.
"oh i see you brought another one or your sluts again!" a high-pitched voice shouted; or rather screeched.
"you boys and your testosterone!" another womanly voice echoed.
harry chuckled at the crude comments.
and that's when i lost it.
both my heels slammed into the moist soil, stopping me from moving along with harry.
and stopping from harry from moving too.
his hand was still wrapped around my waist but at least we stopped walking.
he continued to look forward, obviously trying not to make a scene in front of the other living things just a couple of yards away from us.
"what the hell do you think you're doing," he spat, making it very clear he was pissed.
"first of all i am not your slut
second of all you are going to let me go right this instant before i call the cops."
