Finding Yourself

chapter 49

I laid awake most of the night, edging myself as far away from Jack as possible. Partly because I was worried about Harry and how he was feeling, partly because I knew he killed Hannah and partly because he had a gun under his pillow.

"No escaping Mel." He said before I climbed into bed, placing the gun under his pillow.

What an arsehole. I wanted nothing more than Harrys arms wrapped around my body as his thumbs rubbed small circles on my back. I wanted to feel safe again and I wanted him to tell me that everything was going to be okay. I kissed the necklace still clasped around my neck and played with it in my hand. God, I missed him so much.

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"Morning princess." Jack grinned as he rubbed his eyes.

"Good morning babe." I said through gritted teeth.

I already had a plan of my get-away from here, but whether it would actually work was another story. I didn't really want to get shot but I had to risk it, I needed Harry.

"Remember when we had sex in the kitchen?" I purred.

He swallowed hard and nodded.

"I miss that, don't you?"

He nodded again and lifted his head to kiss my lips. I don't think so pal. I lowered my head and ran my finger down his chest.

"Lets do it again." I smirked.

He leapt out of bed and held his hand out to help me up.

"Nu-uh." I said shaking my head. "You stay here for a second, I wanna go downstairs first to get comfy." I winked at him and turned towards the door. "I'll call you when I'm ready."

I made sure to wiggle my bum as I left and swallowed down the sick I had rising in the back of my throat as I scurried downstairs.

I moved all of the shit off of Jacks kitchen table and search around for something heavy. Most of Jacks cupboards were empty or full of tins of cider. I've never ever known him to drink before.

You did this to me Mel, can't you see?!

I shook away Jacks voice inside my head and pulled open the drawer under the sink. All that was in there was a wooden rolling pin. Fuck knows why he had a rolling pin considering he never had the need for one but it will do for me.

I sat on the end of the table and reluctantly took off the tshirt I was wearing, leaving me in my black lacy underwear. I put the rolling pin close against my lower back and leaned back, propping myself up on my elbows, so the rolling pin was as hidden as possible.

"Babeee." I called. "I'm ready!"

He bolted down the stairs as soon as he heard my voice and his eyes almost fell out when he saw me on the table. He edged closer towards me and traced his finger all the way down from my boobs to my lower stomach. I tried my best to hide the disgust on my face as he kissed my neck and cupped my boobs.

I could feel him growing against me, it made me feel ill but my plan, so far, was working. I opened my legs slightly more so he could stand inbetween them. Just as he pulled his underwear down, I snatched the rolling pin from behind me and smacked him over the head.

He stumbled backwards and glared at me. "You fucking bitch." He spat.

He reached into the drawer beside him and pulled out a gun, pointing it at me.

Oh shit.

I panicked and clutched the rolling pin harder.

"You're not getting away from me, not again." He hissed. "You're mine bitch."