Disturbed

chapter 18

Jamie pov

"Welcome to he'll!" This was it. We were both in for the worst, and for sure be dead soon. I almost got my freedom when I saw the police at my cabin. I couldn't make any noises due to the fast that I was out of breath and in pain.

I figured that if I stood there someone would notice me, but no. My mother's face was covered with a tissue as she mourned over her missing or dead daughter. At least I can die knowing they were lookin for me.

Maybe after I die they will catch Harry and put him away for good.

Harry walked into what looked to be an office. I turned my attention to Zayn who sat tied up in a chair. His face was bruise an he had small cuts. The dark bags under his eyes showed his body had given in.

His chest rose up and down slowly as if it were a large amount of work for his lungs. "Are you alright?" His care soothed me and put me at ease while we sat in a living hell waiting for what was to come to us.

"Certaintly not good. I'm at least thrilled to the smallest to see you." He smiled and sat up higher in his chair.

"Well I still hold true to my promise." His promise? He promised to get me out of here. Did he still want to risk that. Was that even remotely possible?

"I will get you out Jamie, you don't deserve this. You need to get away from here." I brought my hand up and gently stroked his cheek. He had grown stubbles on his face since the last time I saw him. They lightly tickled the bottom of my palm.

"Look I don't know whats going to happen to us, but Harry isn't going to make anything good. It must be bad if you are here with me and I don't want to alarm you, but he is way over the edge. I'm afraid there is no way back now" His voice was cold and frightening.

"Zayn, I know you are trying ot help, but i'm done. I can't take much more of this anymore. I have been put in this hell hole in a matter of days." I couldn't elp but to get all of this frustration and truth out. 

I couldn't help but cry as I watched my life fall in front of me. Zayn had sympathy for me, but it wasn't enough. "I can't have anymore hope because it just makes it all worse. I shouldn't be in this situation. I'm 19 years old and a freshman in college. This was supposed to be a nice vacation before I return to track." 

I was a bit embarrassed at my uncontrollable sobbing. All Zayn could really do was look at me. He was completely tied up and couldn't comfort me. 

After calming down we sat in silence. My eyes were still wet and I was growing tired. Harry had been gone in the office for about 30 minutes.

"Come here Jamie." Zayn whispered as I scooted toward him. He motioned for me to rest my head in his lap. I did and he bent down and kissed my head the best he could.

"Isn't this just sweet." The voice of the devil echoed through the room. I leaned back up along with Zayn who was staring at Harry.

He stood in the back toward the office in the dark. He slowly walked out into the light with a sinister grin on his face. "Maybe its just me or did I make the mistake of leaving you two alone?" We stared blankly at him.

"Let Jamie go Harry, this has gone on long enough. She doesn't deserve to be here." Zayn struggled a bit in the chair trying to control his anger.

"Awe, are we getting a bit sweet Zayn? Don't forget you are just like me!" Harry knelt down beside Zayn. I looked at Zayn confused with Harry's words. Zayn isn't like Harry, Zayn is nice.

"Oops, you didn't tell hey Zaynie? Why don't you tell her what a monster you really are. Tell her how you helped me kill all those innocent girls and do away with there bodies. Tell her!" I couldn't stop myself from crying again.