Wickendale

Chapter 5

--Kat's POV--
I wake up in the middle of the night, hearing someone in the kitchen. I assume it's one of the Styles, and I know I won't be able to fall back asleep anyways, so I get up and walk into the kitchen.
I see a girl a little taller than me with short blue hair and piercings lining her lips, eyebrows, ear, and nose that I recognize from the asylum. I see blood on the floor.
"Who are you?" I ask. "Get out of my-"
A hand covers my mouth and another wraps around my midsection.
"Sh.. be quiet. Don't say a word." It's a masculine voice.
The girl walks over and wraps a cord around my wrists.
I scream through the guy's hand, struggling against his grip. He picks me up and carries me out the door, the girl close behind. He runs down the stairwell, and out the back door.
The girl opens a trunk, and he throws me in.
"HELP!" I scream.
The guy rips a piece of duct tape and presses it against my mouth. I have no idea what is even going on. The trunk slams shut, and I hear and feel the car move quickly.
If they take me back to that insane asylum, I will end up going insane.
The car abruptly stops after a while, and they drag me out of the trunk.
I'm shoved to the ground and a gun is held to my temple. The duct tape is removed- and it hurts.
"Why the hell are you doing this?" I ask.
"Shut up!" The girl hisses.
"If your boyfriend doesn't pay us 1,000,000£ by the 20th, he'll never see you again."
"I don't have a boyfriend," I whisper.
"Curly kid, then."
"Please, just let me go, I won't tell anyon-"
The duct tape is replaced with cloth tied around my head and I'm blindfolded.
A pair of strong arms pick me up and I can feel the guy running with each step he takes.
I start crying as I'm shoved through a door, and slammed against a pole. My hands are tied above my head and I hear a door slam.
I'm alone.
--Harry's POV--
I wake up to the sound of a door slamming. I run into the entryway, not seeing anyone. I run into Kat's room, and see she's gone. I turn on my heels and run into the kitchen, seeing a pool of blood on the floor and a note:
Curly,
We have the little bitch and you'll never see her again unless we get 1,000,000£ by the 20th. That gives you exactly one month to get the cash and bring it to the pub just down the street. If any cops are involved, the bitch dies.
See you soon.
I gasp. Someone has Kat. I run out of the hotel room, down the stairs into the lobby, and out the back doors. I see a pair of taillights speeding away.
Shit.
I run back into the hotel room, leave a note for my parents, and grab my car keys.
Now, yes, I'm out of breath, but I dive into my fricking piece-of-crap Nissan Altima and step on it. I follow the disappearing taillights with my lights off.
The lights disappear and I shut off my car and jump out the window, knowing the doors would make noise.
I watch Kat get dragged into a building.
The two people leave and drive away.
I try to open the door, but it's locked.
I slam my whole body against it, but it doesn't budge.
I continuously kick the door, and finally it busts open.
Kat is in the middle of the room, gagged, blindfolded, and tied with her hands above her head.
I get her hands off the pole, even though they're still tied, and carry her into my car, not even thinking she doesn't know it's me. I floor the car and drive back to London, locking the doors and turning on my lights.
"It's me," I say. "We're going back." Tension visibly lifts off her shoulders.
I stop the car at the outskirts of London and untie her, taking off the gag and blindfold.
That almost seems too easy.

Kat's POV

We drive through downtown London, which is insanely dead.
"Woah!" Harry yells. "I can't control the car!"
"Harry, drive."
"I'm serious."
"Harry, what the fuck?" The car abruptly stops and turns off.
"It's not turning on."
I look out the window and immediately start trembling. "H-Harry..."
"Why can't it turn on?"
"Harry. We're fucked."
"What do you mean?"
"We're in the fucking parking lot of the damn insane asylum."
The doors fall off and next thing I know, I'm laying in my bed in my room.
I sit up and look over at the clock. 7:29.
I get up and walk down into the cafeteria. I get my food and sit next to Non.
"Attention everyone!" A nurse yells. We go quiet. "Please welcome our newest patient, Harry Styles!"
Harry's eyes scan the crowd, and we lock eye contact.
He rushes over. I'm still shaking.
"Kat!" He hugs me, basically lifting me up, and sets me down.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"I don't know."
We run out of the cafeteria to where the exit was. WAS.
"It's fucking gone, Harry. We're trapped." I see the girl that helped kidnap me.
I pin her down and repeatedly punch her.
"What did you do?"
I can't stop. My fist keeps springing back and forth and lands on the girls nose. I see blood on her nose, and then she yells.
"NURSE!"
Nurses immediately pull me off her and drag me to the segregated end.
"No! Harry! Help!"
Harry is held back by a really, like really buff doctor.
I am thrown into a psychotherapy room, the door slammed, leaving me in darkness. I feel a stinging sensation in my fingers. I press my fingertips to the opposite hand's knuckles and feel blood. I split and most likely bruised my knuckles. I get up off the floor. Damn, I think. It's cold in here. I start trembling again, this time due to temperature. I feel a thin, sharp pain slice through my forehead. I scream out in pain as blood trickles down my face into my eyebrows. I smack my hand against the wound, running to the door. I pound on it, and another knife-like pain shoots through me, this time in my hip. Another, now. In my arm. The door rattles the harder I punch it, kick it. I hear a boom, and the door opens. I limp towards Harry's room, now feeling a slice in my chin and a stab in my side. Now in dim light, I can see it looks like a knife cut me all over. I look at my side and see a large, deep mark that resembles a stab wound.
I pass out to the image of my blood smeared everywhere.