•Chapter 40•
I awoke to soft snoring in my ear. I glanced up to see the familiar curly haired boy that I've grown to love. I placed a small kiss onto his bare chest, waking him up. "Good morning." I beamed.
"Morning, love." He grinned down at me, placing a kiss onto my nose. His hand trailed along the waist band of my sweats. Goosebumps filled the skin. "Are you hungry?" He asked.
"A little, but I can wait." I got off of his cold chest, leaning on my elbow to get a better view of him.
His phone began to ring. He groaned before picking up the phone. "I'll be right back." He fled from the room.
"What do you want?" I heard his distant voice from the living room.
"No, David. I'm not punishing her for nothing. You know how I feel about her." He spat. Punish me? Why was David calling him?
"What makes you think I would allow that, with her here?" He questioned.
"I gotta go." His footsteps carried back into the living room.
"Why did David call you?" I slowly asked, sitting up.
"I didn't mean for you to hear that." He placed his phone on the nightstand.
"Harry, why did he call you?" I sternly asked.
He sighed, "remember when I told you, before you left, that the reason why I bit you was because it was someone I worked for?" I nodded. "I work for David." He slowly replied.
"Wh-what does that mean? What do you do?" I raised my hands in the air, moving them around.
"David, was originally suppose to own you. He's trying to get me to seem like a bad owner, by telling me to bite you, punish you, etcetera." He sat down on the bed. "I would never do that to you. I'm going to quit tonight. I can't stand hurting you." He mumbled.
I didn't say a word. A knock filled the house. Harry left the bedroom, getting the door. I decided to change quickly. I changed into a Mickey Mouse sweater and a pair of light washed skinny jeans. I pushed on a pair of tan moccasins. I grabbed the pocket knife, hiding it in the sleeve of my sweater.
I sat in the bedroom while Harry talked to the visitor. "Hey, don't go back there!" I heard his voice yell. Two pairs of footsteps carried into the back bedroom.
David appeared in the doorway. "Sarah, it's good to have you back." He reached out for me. I clutched the pocket knife in my hand, getting ready to bring out the knife.
I glared at him the closer he got. "Don't touch me." I spat.
He stopped. He turned to Harry. "Can I speak to you for a moment, Harry?" David walked passed Harry, nudging Harry's shoulder with his own.
"Of course." Harry kept his gaze on me. He glanced down to my hand that held the pocket knife. "Use it if he gets near you." He mouthed to me before walking off into the other room.
•Harry's Pov•
"What did I tell you about going near her?" I spat.
"I thought that I told you, she was mine." He glared at me. His blue eyes turning a deep red.
"That's what you get for hiring me." I clenched my fists at my sides. "You lost your chance!" I yelled.
"Why are you so sure about that, Harry?" He sped passed me and into the bedroom.
"If you take her, I quit!" I yelled. He stopped in the middle of the hallway.
"You wouldn't do that to me. Would you?" He turned around, walking back over to me.
"I just did, now get out!" I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, tossing him out of the house. "If you ever, come back here again, you'll be the one getting punished." I slammed the door, making my way back to Sarah.
"Are you alright?" Her face was pale, eyes dreaded from color, her lips were white and cracked. "Sarah?" I held her by her waist and felt a wetness on the side of her sweater.
I looked at it to find the pocket knife in her side. Fucking David! I slowly took the knife from her flesh, putting pressure down onto the wound. I grabbed my phone, dialing Liam. "Hey, Liam. I need you here. Now. It's Sarah. She hurt." I hung up the phone before he could protest.
***
Liam made his way through the door while I laid Sarah carefully onto the couch. He immediately went to work, examining the wound carefully. "The knife, thankfully, didn't puncture any organs, just the skin; although she has lost a lot of blood." He explained.
Perrie rushed into the house, making her way over to me. "Is she okay? Please tell me she's okay." Her worried features flicked over to Sarah as she spoke. "Liam? Is she okay?"
"She's good, she just lost a lot of blood. I'll stitch up the wound. Harry, you need to keep her in bed rest, and keep the knife away from her." He looked towards me.
"She was trying to use it for protection against David." I explained. "When I wasn't looking, that happened." I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to process all that's happened.
Fucking David.
Before I knew it, my hand was in the dry wall of the living room. "Harry!" Perrie scolded. "Breaking shit isn't going to solve your problems."
I took my hand from the wall, shaking off the white powder and other materials. "I'll fix it soon." I mumbled.
"We'll leave now. Remember, keep her in bed rest, make sure that she's getting a lot of water; and that she's eating regularly." Liam explained before they left.
I went to the kitchen to make something for her to eat when she woke up. I fixed her an omelet, with several different ingredients that she likes and a cold glass of water. I kept the omelet in the oven on low heat so it would stay warm while she was out. I placed the water into the fridge as well.
I walked back out into the living room to find her crying. "Hey, Sarah. It's alright." Tears streamed down her face the more she moved. "Sh... It's alright. You're safe now." I cooed into her ear.
She clutched to the hem of my shirt, pulling me closer. She sat up so I was in between her legs as she cried into my neck. I rubbed her back slowly, attempting to calm her down.
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