Disturbed

Chapter 12-

Jamie POV

What was I doing? I mean I made up the fact that they fit my wrists, but I just wanted answers. He seems so sweet, but it’s like he is hiding something. The fact that he said he was on his way and made no comment about the zip ties scares me.

I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation for all of this right now. My heart felt like it was in my stomach as I waited patiently on the porch.  You know when you are on a roller coaster and your stomach starts to tighten as you reach the top.

You know in your mind that it’s just a drop, but you don’t know how far the drop is. When you reach the top and go down you feel a sort of impending doom. I have that feeling right now and I don’t know how far the drop is.

I see a pair of headlights come through the trees. I feel my heart beat a bit quicker seeing him stop in front of my house. He doesn’t get out of his truck and just sits there. I walk over to the passenger side and get in.

He doesn’t look at me instead he pulls out and heads toward his house. The truck shakes around as he drives over a few bumps in the road. His small cabin came into view and he turned the truck off. Once again he said nothing and got out of his truck.

The headlights remained on laminating his porch. I watched as he walked up to his front door and unlocked it. He disappeared inside and I saw lights come on. I decided to get out and I walked up to his house.

I walked into the warm cabin and into the living room. Harry was nowhere to be seen so I took a seat on his couch. As I sat down I got an uneasy feeling and felt uncomfortable.”It’s just Harry” I said quietly to myself.

While I sat I took in the small space. It was very plain and had almost no color. The walls were wood and had a plain carpet. It looked like a college guy’s bachelor pad. My thoughts were interrupted when the tall buy walked into the room.

He held two glasses in his hand. He sat next to me handing me one of them. I took it and smelled it; I instantly knew from the nauseating smell that it was alcohol. I took a sip as Harry watched me carefully. It didn’t taste like vodka.

The drink was dark, a light brown color. It burned and I wanted to spit it out instantly. “So you wanted to talk?” Harry asked finishing his drink. Placing the drink on his side table I crossed my legs and tried to figure out what I wanted to say.

“I want to know what happened that night? I came by and found these side by side.” I pulled them out of my pocket and put them on the space between us. 

For a moment he just stared at them before tracing his fingers over them. He picked them up and clenched them in his hands. His face changed as if he were debating whether he should get angry or not. He stood and walked away down a hall and returned.

When he sat down he pulled my hand out. He placed something in it and I pulled my hand away. In my hand he had placed my hair band. It was a simple black hair band. I put it around my wrists and it matched.

I felt really bad now for questioning him about this. “Harry, I’m sorry for blaming you, I-“He put his hand up for me to say no more. Harry would never do anything to hurt me or take advantage of me.

“You kept switching your hair band on each wrist. I took it off of you so you could get better blood flow. I forgot it was in my pocket when I dropped you off. The zip ties were from packages in the store I had cut open.” He filled his drink up with something in a brown bottle.

He held it out toward me gesturing to feel my drink up. I nodded and held out the glass for him to feel up. “So you ran into Zayn?” He asked. My brows rose as I took another casual sip.