Taken

Chapter 11

Songs to Listen to While Reading:

Miss Jackson By: Panic! At the Disco

Monsoon By: Tokio Hotel

Harry's POV:

I sat anxiously in my room. My knees bounced as my head rested in my hands. I tried to take my mind off of things but it was nearly impossible. I couldn't call the police, and I didn't have anyone to tell. I could call my parents, but they couldn't do anything; they were states away from me. Rocks began hitting my window and I rush towards the sound. He is tossing pebbles at my window. He stops for a second and I look him right in the eyes. Krove's eyes are bloodshot. He is either on drugs or has been drinking. Neither is helpful considering my situation.

I draw the curtains shut and sit once more on my bed. I need a plan. He obviously isn't safe sober and the state he is in now is so much worse. My mind is reeling with ideas of what he is thinking. He's capable of killing me with his bare hands. But why me? Karlita is the only thing. My luck is so awful. Of course I would be the one to catch his eye on the street. I begin blaming myself for this.

I am snapped out of my thoughts when the window smashes. The glass coats the floor and flies as high as level to my head. I immediately cover my face to ensure glass doesn't hit me. I feel a sharp pain in my leg. I look down and see a shard of glass cut through my pants and sliced my leg. I ignore the pain and think of how to treat it later. I was so worried about the glass hitting me that I was unaware of the source. A large rock about the size of two baseballs is lying on the other side of the room. I need to act now or who knows what else he will do.

"Krove?" I scream loud enough for him to hear me. I am not going near the window where I am an easy target.

"Yeah Styles?" He shouts back.

"What do you want from me?"

"Your girlfriend!" He screams with anger. He is so intoxicated that he finally admits it.

"Would you like me to break up with her?"

"You're a smart boy Styles, you figure it out," he is back to his difficult self for a moment.

I decide to pick up my phone that still lies shut off in my pocket. He can't see me so I tell him what I'm doing.

"I'm using my phone to call her right now!"

"That's not good enough! You have to tell her in person!"

I cringe at the thought of her crying. Was my dream warning me of this?

"I-I-I," I stammer unable to form words.

I hear his obnoxious laugh outside. He is getting joy from my pain. I drop my phone onto the shards of glass unintentionally. I did this to Belle. I'm doing this to Karlita. I won't be able to do it another time. I will just picture Belle and that's really not what I want.

"I can't," I say barely audible.

"Then there will have to be consequences."

How did he hear me? I hear a pounding on the front door and my heart drops into my stomach. He wouldn't. I can tell he is running into the door in an attempt to knock it down. I can file a police report now that he has done enough damage.

I reach down to pick up my phone and slice my finger on a piece of glass. It begins bleeding immediately. I don't have time to treat it so I just rip a strip off of my pillow case and tie it around my finger.

I attempt to pick up my phone once more. Once it is in my hand I see a white circle spin in the middle of the screen. How is it dead? It's been off all day! I heavily sigh. We got rid of our home phone a couple years back because we couldn't afford it. I was stuck in this house with a maniac. He has no idea what he is doing and that terrifies me. I am going to die here.