I'm in Love With a Criminal // H.E.S

Chapter 1:

A massive gush of wind blew towards me making me shiver, mum told me to bring a coat but the weather report said it would be nice and hot all day, damn you false weather report.

I looked at my watch and saw it was 7:24pm, college normally finishes at 4:30pm but I had to stay behind longer to finish my exams. I yawned and rubbed my eyes, I was completely shattered.

Most of the shops and cafés in town were still open, the lights coming from them making the streets seem brighter. Let's just say London streets aren't exactly light and quiet, more like loud and dark.

You don't know how many bricks I shit when either walking to college or walking home from it, especially when it's late. The 'London Gangsters' as they like to call themselves come out, get hammered and start riots.

Not all of London is like this, just mostly the East End. I sighed and turned the corner leading to my road, I suddenly crashed into someone. I gasped, "oh my God, I'm so sorry" exclaimed.

I looked up at the incredibly tall stranger to see he was staring back down at me, "it's okay" his strong British accent spoke. He seemed nice but he was really intimidating, he had piercing, emerald green eyes that sparkled under the flickering streetlamp.

Typical London.

His chocolate coloured curls were pushed back by a burgundy bandana, he smiled at me and tilted his head to the left slightly. "Are you finished?" he asked, I snapped out of the daydream I didn't realise I was in.

"Oh, sorry" I mumbled, I walked around him but he grabbed the top of my arm and pulled me back. "I have to get home.." I said calmly but inside I was literally shitting boulders, not rocks. Boulders.

He nodded and replied "but we've only just met" with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "I-I know, maybe we can talk some other time. I r-really need to get home" I stuttered.

A smirk spread across his face, "what's the rush babe?" he asked. My hands started shaking, "get a grip Melanie, just act normal and it will be over soon!" my conscience screamed at me.

"I have a load of college work to do, you know essays and that" I lied, he tilted his head to the left again and rubbed my upper arm with his thumb. "You're not scared are you?" he smirked, I narrowed my eyebrows and shook my head.

I laughed nervously and replied "o-of coarse not..don't be silly", he nodded suspiciously and I looked down. I noticed there was blood on the side of his coat, was he stabbed?

I pulled my arm away from his large hand and forced a smile at him, "like I've said, I need to get home" mumbled. His eyebrows furrowed and grabbed my arm again, this time I slapped his hand off my arm making his face harden.

Before anything else happened, I quickly sprinted off. I ran as fast as I could down my road, why does my house have to be on the far end? Loud footsteps followed me only causing me to run faster, I looked over my shoulder and the stranger was chasing after me.

What did I do?

His large hand grabbed my wrist and he pulled me back, making me crash into his chest. "Get off me!" I screamed, he clamped his hand over my mouth turning my screams into muffled nonsense.

Tears slid down my face when he started pulling me towards an alley, "keep quiet or I'll break your neck" he whispered in my ear. I stopped my screaming but my crying was uncontrollable, he dragged me towards a black car and I noticed 2 people up the road.

He pulled me closer to him and pressed something cold to my neck, I started panicking when I noticed the sharp, silver weapon. "You are going to get in the car casually, if you don't I will slit your throat faster than you can say the words 'help me'...got it?" he whispered.

More tears slid down my face and I nodded, he let me go after saying "casually" again. One of the 2 people up the road looked at me and I looked back at the stranger who was currently staring at me, he twiddled the knife in his hands making sure I saw it.

"Get in" he mouthed to me, my heart was about to jump out of my chest. I stared at the 2 people and made a run for it, "help me!" I screamed. The 2 men turned around and looked at me in surprise, I got knocked to the floor and I screamed louder.

I noticed the curls at the corner of my eye and I began to sob again, "please help me, he's going to kill me" I screamed. One of the men stepped forward and stared at us, "dude let her go!" he exclaimed.

The psychopath got off me and said "go home little boy, there's nothing to see here", the man didn't move. Instead he got his phone out and dialled a number, before he could put the phone to his ear, the psycho stabbed him in the neck.

I screamed in terror as he fell to the floor lifeless, the other man ran off before he got hurt. I quickly got up and sprinted away from the murderer, tears blurred my vision as I heard the same loud footsteps behind me.

Large arms wrapped around my body and pulled me back, I screamed in defeat and cried harder. "Please just let me go" I sobbed, his rough actions showed me that he wasn't willing to let me go.

He pulled me back up the street and to the black car, "I warned you" he spat. He opened the passenger door so hard I thought it would fall off, "help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

My hair was yanked back and I cried harder, he pushed me inside the car and slammed the door shut hard. I tried to open it but the doors were locked, most likely child lock.

He got in the drivers seat and started the car, "you just made me kill someone for nothing" he said with no emotion in his voice. I was locked in car with a murderer, I buried my face into my hands and sobbed.

"I don't know you, I haven't hurt you...why?" I exclaimed, he looked at me and he looked furious. "You better shut up because if you don't, I will kill you with my bare hands" he hissed.

The scene of the innocent man being stabbed was replaying in my head, it was my fault he died. He was trying to help me, I moved as far away as I could from the murderer next to me.

The car began to move and I stared out of the window, I tried to open the door once more but I failed again. Here I was, driving away with a murderer, away from my family, away from my friends and away from my freedom.