The Puppet Master

Chapter 7~ Hopeless-

The car ride was completely silent, neither of us uttering a word. Harry too driven by anger to speak and myself too petrified in fear of what was to come.  When we pulled up in front of Harry’s apartment, we sat there for a moment, tension thick in the air, so thick, I felt that I could reach out and touch it. The nerves were pounding against my chest so hard that they could barely be called butterflies.

I could feel the anger radiating off of him, coiling off in waves, and I could help but tremble in response. His hands were curled tightly around the steering wheel, though it had stopped, and his fists were turning white from the pressure. 

“H-Harry?” I whispered, the hysteria obvious in my voice.

“Get out of the car.” He growled, each word punctuated, though his jaw was clenched.

His head didn’t even move as he continued to stare straight ahead, his eyes not even flickering towards me, if I weren’t the only person in the car, I wouldn’t have even known that he was talking to me.

I was quick to follow through on his order, not wanting to give him any more reason to be angry, I stumbled out of the car quickly, tripping over my feet as they padded against the ground. I nervously edged around the car, passing past the blinding beam from the head light and to the front of the car, peering through the glass to look at Harry, not knowing whether I should wait for him or start to walk inside.

He stared at me through the glass, his lips pursed into thin lines, his eyes slightly narrowed. He watched me for a moment, still holding onto the steering wheel, and then suddenly he was throwing open the car door and slamming it shut behind him as he stomped over to me, he didn’t say anything and he didn’t even glance at me, but his arm roughly grabbed mine and began dragging me to the front door.

I glanced up at him nervously, whimpering from his grip, and stumbling as I desperately tried to keep up with his long strides. I could see the anger on his face, and I quickly ducked my head back down.

He hulled me up the steps to his house and stopped only to take out his keys and unlock the door before roughly pushing me in. It was dark, none of the lights were on and I felt as if I were drowning in the blackness with the intimidating figure I could no longer see.  MY eyes desperately searched the room, peering into the house to try and find him, I knew he was probably right in front of me, but it unnerved me, not being able to see what was going on, especially since the dark completely terrified me.

I gasped in shock as mu body was suddenly slammed against the wall, a cry escaping my lips. His fingers were wrapped around my waist, pushing my hips back. I flinched away from him as his lips brushed against my throat. His grip tightened on me, possessiveness kicking in.

“First; I comfort you last night, then I allow you to continue your day as you usually would, after which I take you out, where I come to find out that you have been whoring around.” He hissed, it was so obvious that he was beyond furious, I couldn’t see his face, but his words said it all, his body language only proving his point further.

“I’m not a whore.” I whispered, hurt by his words, knowing that it was far from the truth.

He chuckled throatily, “Flirting with that scum?” He spat, “You’re lucky he hadn’t touched you. If you’d allowed him to lay even a finger on you, I swear I would have taken you right there against the wall.” He snarled.

I whimpered, his threat sending the harsh and vulgar images into my mind of him slamming into me right there in the club. Dread was quickly setting in and I realize just how much trouble I was in, for something that was completely different from how it had been made to seem.