Psycho Styles

Chapter 7

Olivia's POV

I roll over and look at the clock that's sat on the night stand next to me. 2:26am. I haven't been able to sleep, every time I close my eyes I see myself murdering my best friend. It's a gruesome image that's stuck in my mind. I let out a loud sigh, "Olivia?" Alyssa says next to me. I roll over and just look at her. "I'm really sorry about your dad...." I sigh again, "Its ok it wasn't your fault. An over whelming sense of sadness fell over me out of no where. I sniffle as I let the tears fall, freely down my face. "Hey don't cry....you know what always makes me feel better?" Alyssa says sitting up, I follow her actions. "What?" she smiles, "Singing." I give her a look, "You sing? She busts out laughing and shakes her head, " Not very well." I smile, she was making this way better than it should be.

A loud pounding suddenly sounded on the door, startling me and Alyssa. As we both jumped up the door slammed open. H stands in the door way a fearful look on his face. "Up the both of you." He commands. Alyssa and I jump to our feet as H scurries around the room gathering random things. "Why are the two of you just standing there?!? I said move!" I grab my clothes and Alyssa follows my actions quickly. H rushes us out the door and into his black range rover. "Where are we going?" Alyssa asks....no answer. I glance at Alyssa and the to H. "W..where are we going?" My voice cracks as a single tears rolls down my cheek. He looks at me his green eyes looking like a broken gem in the street lights. He shakes his head and stares back at the road. We drive for a good hour before I fall asleep from mental exhaustion.
When I wake, the car is parked at a gas station. I don't see H or Alyssa anywhere. Opening the door slowly, to make the least amount of noise possible, I bolt down the road. I don't get very far before I'm tackled to the ground. H flips me over so my back is against the ground. Straddling me he leans forward and scream, "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" Spit lands on my face. His chest heaves as he breaths in and out, the obvious anger on his face terrifies me. "Don't you dare to ever try and escape again!" "Do you understand me?" I nod. He pulls me to my feet and drags me back to the car. H forcefully shoves me into the passenger seat and slams the door behind him. We began to drive again and I noticed bags of food and drinks on the floor. I quickly reach down for a drink while I wiped a tear from my face. H slapped my hand away from the bag, "No you aren't allowed anything, that will be your punishment." I sniffle and sit back in my seat, crossing my arms over my chest and crying again.