Disturbed

Chapter 14-

Jamie POV

I was cold and in severe pain.  Harry lifted me up touching the small slit in my side that poured crimson. I groaned as he put me in the truck. I fell over to my side and he didn’t bother moving me.

My heart pounded against my chest and my adrenaline was still going. I lifted my body up applying pressure to my side as I watched Harry. He shut my door and started to walk over to where Zayn was lying on the ground.

He stopped for a second as he reached where his body had lain. Harry whirled around sending his fist harshly down on the hood of his truck making a dent. 

His eyes met mine and I could no longer see Harry. I saw some crazy psycho who had kidnapped me and hurt his best friend.

Angrily Harry threw the door open and climbed inside the truck. “Son of a bitch!” He slammed his hands on the steering wheel repeatedly.

As he turned around and headed back to his house I saw a figure limping. Shit, its Zayn. Harry turned off his headlights and stopped the truck. Zayn must not hear his truck over the rain. Harry got out his fist balled and his face twisted.

I need to warn him, I need to save Zayn. I turned toward the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. I shook it violently to try and open it. He had no automatic window buttons because his truck was so old. My hands felt around the door in the dark.

“Yes!” I whispered as I had found a crank on the side of the door. I turned it and turned it until it got halfway and stopped. It was stuck.

It still gave me enough room to shout at him. The rain blew into the truck hitting my face and seat. “Zayn, watch out!” He didn’t budge and kept limping toward Harry’s cabin. I watched as Harry approached him.

The turnout was a surprise. Zayn whipped around flashing something at Harry. I squinted my eyes a bit to get a better look at it. It was a knife. They were shouting at each other as Zayn stabbed Harry like he did me before.

It didn’t seem to faze Harry as he brought it out of his body and threw it to the ground. I watched as the two boys wrestled to the ground. Each sending harsh blows to one another. I couldn’t help but to scream in fear.

I could be escaping right now. I moved over to Harry’s side of the truck and saw the keys were gone. His side had a lock I could pull up. I pulled it up and opened the door.

The ground was slippery and sent me falling to the ground and hitting my head on the way down. Another black out.

Harry POV

I whined as I put in the final stitch to my side. Fucking Zayn turned on me, out of all people him. He was all I had left, but now I have Jamie. I cut the string and put it back in the box of the first aid kit. Blood covered my white sink and it needed to be cleaned before it stained.

I poured bleach onto the sink and scrubbed it along with every other place I had dripped blood. It took about 20 minutes to clean everything up and get it put away.

Jamie lay in my bed safe and sound. Quietly I walked into the room and watched her. I had to wrap her head up because it was bleeding from where she fell and hit my truck. I had stitched her up as well. She should already be in the healing process.

She looks like an angel even when she is all bloodied up. She hit her head pretty hard and will be out for a day or two. It was because of stupid Zayn that she got out. I took care of him though. I didn’t bother cleaning up his bloody mess.