Candy From A Stranger

Chapter Four

"Oh my dear" spoke the kind lady offering me a chair to sit on "whatever's the matter?"

"There's this guy...thank you" I took a gulp water from a glass which the shop keeper offered me "a man is chasing me, I got so scared. I ran as fast as I could. I lost him I think"

"Would you like me to call the police for you?" she aasked, a concerned look across her face.

I shook my head "No. Thats quite alright, thank you" Stroking my hair the lady stood up and left me in the ktchen to drink the water as she went to the till as there was a customer in her shop.

I sat back in the chair and breathed slowly. My heart was racing. My throat was still dry even after the gulps of water I had taken.

"What was your name sweetheart?" came the woman's voice, her head popped round the door frame.

"Nicola. Nicola Tyler"

"Someone's here to see you. Said he is your boyfriend"

"But...I don't have a..." my eyes widened in terror. He was here. I backed off out of the chair into the back door.

"Whatever is the matter now deary?" aked the woman, walking up to me, arms outstreched. 

"It's him. The guy who's been chasing me. Please buy me some time as I run home" I whispered, turning the door handle. 

Unlocking it I ran over to the gate, closed it gently then ran as fast as I could, even though I was completely exhausted.

I clutched my side in pain. A stich. I gasped heavily as I leaned onto a lampost. 

"Why you running princess? I only want to talk" spoke a familier voice. Louis. He chuckled as I tried to stand up, backing away from him as he walked closer and closer to me. 

"Who are you really? Why don't you ever stop following me? What do you want?" I asked, voice trembling. 

My heart was pounding. My head was screaming at me, telling me to just turn and run. My legs too exhausted to move. My lungs, unable to breathe.

Louis' voice came dark and quiet "Are you really that desperate just to get away from me?" taking one more step closer to me, his face just centimetres away from mine.

I didn't dare answer. Wasn't it obvious? The look in his eyes showed that he wanted an answer.  

I nodded quickly. Louis responded by chuckling. He placed his hand upon my shoulder squeezing it. 

I felt my body fall, my eyelids fluttering closed then nothing. 

I woke up sometime later. Louis must has knocked me out by pressing down on my nerve.

I didn't know where I was. It was pitch black. I felt my hands tied behind my back. My body leaned against a wall. My ankles tied together. My throat, dry as a bone.

I had lost a few of my clothes. My tights for one were gone. I began to panic. What if he did something to me while I was asleep? This all just has to be a dream. I have to pinch myself awake.

I closed my eyes and pinched my hand hard.  Opening my eyes again. Nope. Still stuck here. 

A small rectangular window was high on the wall, letting a beam of light through it, cascading shadow's on the wall and floor. My guess I was in a basement. But who's?

A loud door creaked open, an orange light filled some parts of the room, the stairs creaked as someone came down them with heavy footsteps.

A male, I knew that. He was carrying a tray. And it smelt like chips and peas with fishfingers. 

"I see my baby is awake" I could tell from the voice it was Louis Tomlinson "the irony see? Your a waitress yet I'm bringing food to you"

He put the tray down infront of me. I didn't reply back to him. How was he expecting me to wat with my hands behind my back? 

Stitting down infront of me, crossing his legs, Louis took a spoonful of peas and, with his hand underneath he fed me. I was starved, not like I was going to starve when he was offering me food, who knows when the next time he'll give me food.

He fed me in silence, occasionally opening his mouth as his put the fork or spoon in mine. Next was the drink of lemonade. I pushed the cup away with my tounge when I didn't want anymore.

Louis smiled as he continued to feed me. How I wanted to smack that smirk off his face.

Soon he finished and put everything away neatly on the plate, he looked back at me, stroked my hair, kissed my forehead and left. 

Finding the corner of the room I curled up into it, and broke down crying. I was cold, tired, dirty and alone, tied up inside a strangers basement. 

I must have cried hard. The next thing I did was cry myself to sleep.