•Chapter 22•
Time began to go by quickly as the minutes of everyday clicked by.
Why did the 6 month mark have to be so far away. I was informed that when I've been kidnapped for 6 months at the least, I would be able to leave my kidnapper for a week, but not tell anyone about my current information about what had happened. Harry obviously didn't want me to leave, I on the other hand, wanted to leave. He always kept me locked away in the past 2 weeks. David hasn't come again to visit, yet. I hope he wouldn't anytime soon.
"What are you thinking about, Angel?" Harry's low voice rang through my ears, taking me out of my thoughts.
"Nothing." I stated, reaching for my water on the coffee table.
"Are you sure?" He traced the burned markings on my hand, slowly memorizing the patterns.
"Yes. I'm sure." I took a sip of the cold liquid, letting it slide down my throat.
He smiled at me. He took my wrist in his hand, pulling me towards him. "I can tell when you're lying, Sarah." He stated. His lips were centimeters from mine. My heart rate picked up as his fingers trailed along my upper arm. Goosebumps filled the flesh when a deep chuckle rumbled beneath his chest. "I make you nervous, don't I?" He tested.
"Y-Yes." I admitted.
"Don't be, love." I hated the nicknames that he had for me. I wasn't some kind of pet. He pulled me closer, connecting our lips. Teakwood filled my senses. The drug made me never want to let go. He was my a drug.
He released from the soft kiss, a grin popping onto his face. "I'll be right back." He whispered.
I slowly nodded. He was gone in a flash. Then I realized something. Was he purposely trying to get me to stay with him? Was that why he was acting this way? My blood boiled at the thought of him using me.
I left the living room, stalking into the bedroom when I found him going through his nightstand for something. "Are you using me?" I immediately asked.
He shot his attention toward my presence. He was standing up straight, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black jeans.
"What makes you think that?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
I ignored his question. "Are you only acting this way to keep me here, because I know that you don't want me leaving." His face flushed slightly but went back to its original tan color the same time that it left. "You are, aren't you?" I narrowed my eyes at the green eyed boy.
"No, that's not what I'm doing. The feeling that I have for you is real, okay? I love you, Sarah." He slowly walked toward me.
I bolted toward the other side of the room. "Don't touch me." I growled. I grabbed a bag from beside my closet, shoving clothes into the bag before he could stop me.
"What do you think you're doing?" He was right in front of me know.
"Getting away from you." I took the bag with me into the bathroom, putting the needed materials into the bag.
"I own you!" He yelled, causing me to drop the bag. He's never yelled at me before like this. "You can't leave." He stated, taking the bag from the floor.
I sunk down onto the bathroom floor. Why couldn't I just get away from the monster that I've grown to love? I don't need him. He should mean nothing to me, but he does.
What did I do to end up in this mess? I don't want to be stuck here until I die. That is, unless he changes me. Which was something I wasn't looking forward to if he's planning on that.
5 months in - I tried escaping my first night here, been punished once, saved the next day, stayed in a mansion for about a month, came back to Harry, and finally, him witnessing the girl that he, supposedly, loves almost walk out of his life.
He knew it wouldn't be that easy as to just let me leave. He's not like that. I need think about the other people that have owners who have been beaten, several times, tortured, used as servants, raped, before I try running off again.
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