Three Words| h.s dark

Chapter 11: Wow

I try to catch my breath from running as I sit on a park bench.

I really need to get out of Harry's house.

Apartment? Hotel?

I don't have enough money...

This is so retarded.

I look around at my surroundings and see the park only has one couple swinging together, hand in hand. I look the opposite way and my eyes widen.

Harry's storming over to me.

And he looks mad. No, not mad.

Pissed. Beyond pissed.

I stay there, frozen, unsure of what to do.

"What in the hell are you doing here?" He yells, grabbing my arm and pulling my up. I keep my head down, looking at my feet.

"Look at me, Leah." He grabs my hair and forces me to look up. It hurts, but I keep my mouth shut.

"Leah why the hell are you so stupid? You fucking think you can run off like that?" He yells louder, grabbing the couple's attention. Harry obviously doesn't care.

I've about had enough.

"Alright, Harry. Look, apparently, you think you own me, which, I will remind you, you don't. I don't know who in the heck you think you are, but just stop. And honestly, I'd rather sleep on one of these park benches than sleep with you again!" I yell and Harry shows no emotion, which is what I need from him right now. He gives me nothing but a blank stare.

"Come on." He grabs my arm but I yank it back.

"No." My lip starts trembling but I bite it.

"What?" Harry grips my arm again tighter.

I rip my arm away from him and shout,"No!"

Before I know it my legs are carrying me somewhere. I look back around and see Harry's right on my trail. I'm fast, but not as fast as Harry.

He grabs my arm and I stumble back into his chest. He holds me there tightly.

I spin myself around to look at him and he let's me go a little bit. We're standing face-to-face.

As if I had no control in my arm, it reaches up and slaps Harry.

Hard and loud.

Harry looks shocked, taken back from my action.

"Would you like to do that again, Leah?" His eyes aren't green anymore. They're almost black.

I shake my head, taking a step away from him.

"Come on. We're going." He mumbles, walking in the opposite direction.

I follow him back to his black car and get in the passenger seat quietly.

 "Are you hungry?" Harry asks me and I look at his digital clock. It's already five? How long was I gone?

Words won't come out of my mouth, so I just shake my head.

"Dammit Leah! I know your hungry!" Harry raises his voice and punches the steering wheel. Good thing we're at a red light.

I scoot over a little and remain quiet. I don't want to make Harry any more mad.

"Talk to me." He mutters through his teeth.

"I-I'm not h-hungry, H-Harry." I stutter. I don't know why I'm scared.

"You sure? Are you thirsty?" He rests a hand on my thigh and for some reason this calms and relaxes me.

"A vanilla bean from Starbucks sounds nice." I slay slowly.