12.24.07

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8pm - 6/20/2017 - Houston, TX

Harry has switched hotels four times these past few days. This time, he actually got an apartment and it was more spacious than the hotels. Which was worse because Jimmy had his eyes on me 24/7 whenever Harry was out of the room.

"Is there anything else you can do other than stand there, Jimmy?" I ask, cutting some vegetables. He stood in the dining area that was not even inches from the kitchen. "That's great." I respond to his little shrug.

Jimmy steps away when Harry exits the bedroom. He makes his way toward the entrance, leaving me astounded at how great he is at his job.

"What are you cooking?" Harry asks.

"I don't know," I shrug, not looking at him once. "This is just a distraction from the fact that I've been held captive for the past three days."

"My dad got ahold of Zayn," Harry informs me and my head shoots up.

The news was a rush that I didn't even realize the knife slit my finger. I feel the sting, racing to the sink.

"Is he okay? What about Dylan?" I question.

Harry makes his way to me and stands behind me. He takes my hand, wrapping a paper towel around it. He gently squeezes it to apply the pressure it needed. I look up to meet his green eyes staring down at me.

"He's Zayn, of course he found his way around my dad." he says lowly.

"And Dylan?"

Harry pulls away, making his way to the bathroom. He exits with a first aid kit in hand. He tries grabbing my hand, but I back away.

"Lucy," he says in a demanding tone. I hesitantly let him take my hand and he takes it gently. "I don't know anything about Dylan." he tells me as he wraps a bandaid around my cut finger. "And I honestly don't care."

"How could you say that?" I frown, pulling away. "He was your friend-"

"Listen doll face, he was never my friend." Harry shrugs. "He was helpful on my part, but now my mission is to kill him and I'll get it done eventually, like I always do."

"Your mission was also to kill me." I point out. "Is that your big plan? You keep me here until then?"

"N-no," he stutters out, reaching for me.

I back away, snatching the knife left on the counter. I point it directly at him and he laughs dryly. "Stay away from me." I order. "Just let me go already because I'm losing my mind sitting around like this."

"Put the knife down, babe." he says, keeping his hands up.

"No!" I snap. "If you had just let us go, me and Dylan, then I'd be home and mission accomplished for me."

"Now how would that have been fair?" he asks, stepping closer. "You win and I lose?"

"Sounds about right?" I shrug, moving back. My foot hits one of the chairs at the dining table and I glance back. "Shit." I curse.

That one moment of distraction gave Harry the chance to grab my wrists. The knife falls out of my hand and Harry keeps my arms in the air, kicking the knife away. I fall back on the table and he bends over me to keep my hands above my head. I struggle under his heavy body until I use the strength in my legs to kick him back. He fumbles away and I run across the room, jumping over the couch.