Bad Boy (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 15

Alex's POV

I couldn't help but cry. That's all I knew how to do anymore. I just lied to Harry's face, telling him that he is the problem when inside I knew that all he really wanted to do was help. I told him I didn't need him when actually, he's exactly what I need.

I just know that there could never be an us. Harry doesn't date, which now  I can see why. I couldn't help but constantly remember the look of hurt in his glossy eyes when I told him he is the main problem. I need his help more than anything in the world, but it's too late for that now.

I decided to take a hot shower, considering that is what I always do when I'm feeling down. Whenever I feel sad or unwanted, I turn on the shower, pretty hot, sit in a little ball in the tub and just let the hot water wash over me as I sob. It may sound stupid, but it makes me feel better every time.

After my skin was staring to turn red for the heat of the shower, I decided that I can get out and feel okay. I wrapped myself in my towel and starting coming my hair when I hear a bang down stairs.

My first thought is obviously that someone has broken in, but the alarms didn't sound. Still cautious, I grabbed the first thing in reach, being my hair dryer.

I slowly crept down the stairs looking in every which direction. I flicked on every single light switch within reach.

"Hello?" I called out before laughing at myself. If there is an intruder, it's not like they're going to answer my calls.

I can finally breath once I reach the kitchen just to find a small squirrel digging through the garbage. I scare it out of the back door and head up to my room. I could really use sleep right now.

I go in my room and run my brush through my hair a few more times. I look up in the mirror and I swear it's not possible for one's heart to drop as low into their stomachs' as far as mine has.

In my mirror, I see the reflection of my father standing in the doorway behind me.

"Hello Alex. It's nice to finally see you again." He slurs. He's obviously extremely drunk and that scares me even more than the fact that he's in my room.

"How did you find me?" I stutter.

"I've got connections. I knew I would find you sooner or later." He laughed.

"We have a restraining order against you. I can call the police right now and--"

"We? Oh you mean you and your mom? Sweetheart, we already have her taken care of." He chuckled. I could smell the alcohol on him from the distance between us and it brought back horrible memories as I stared right into his bloodshot eyes.

"What did you do to her?!" I screamed. There was nothing that he and his friends couldn't do.

"Oh don't worry. She's in a much better place now. She has helped save a shit ton of lives but sadly hers wasn't able to be saved!" He was completely laughing and I couldn't take it. He just admitted that someone had killed my mother and now I was completely his. There aren't any positive outcomes in this situation.

I threw my brush at him, hitting him right in the left eye. I ran past him only to be caught outside the door by two of his buddies.

"Help me! Someone please help me!" I screamed louder than I ever thought I could possibly scream. I need more than anything for my neighbors to hear me right now.

"Shut the hell up!" One of the men scream, slapping me directly in the face. My cheek felt like it was burning after the contact with his rough hand.

"Help! Harry please help!" I yelled one last time before everything blacked out.

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The next day, or I don't know how many days, I woke up in a pitch dark room. It was completely dark as far as the eye can see. I went to stand up and as I walked, I was pulled back down. I was on a chain. My stomach grumbled signaling that I need food.