Orphan

Chapter 20

The minute the sun shone in through the windows of the room, Harry was up, and in a heartbeat he was getting dressed. "Why are you up so early?" I questioned as I sat up slowly; inspecting him as he slowly got himself ready. He seemed determined to get done. "Get up, we're having a meeting and everyone needs to be present." he said sternly, shit he's back. "Okay." I sighed getting up and grabbing my clothes from the drawers. I walked past him quietly, trying to gather up the courage and just ask him why he was suddenly back to his old self. "How's your arm, you feeling better?" I muttered before going into the bathroom.
"I'm fine. Just fine." he answered as he got his shoes on and stood up from the bed, "...Okay," I frowned as he made for the door, "Clean up this room when the meeting is over, I'm not going to be here." he mumbled walking out as I nodded slowly, "Wait, Harry where are you going though?" I sighed trying to get him to stop before he left, but by then he was already out of the door and walking down the stairs. "Okay then..." I grumbled walking to the bathroom, washing up the clothes and cleaning the bathroom. Everything was so different to when I had just gotten here, I mean I felt a lot more comfortable, not that I was comfortable, but it was still better than when I had just met them. At least I understand them a little bit more now.
I heard chairs shifting inside abruptly, it sounded like it was being moved in a hurry. I shrugged it off and continued to the room, grabbing the sheets and pulling it to the bathroom; replacing them with the clean sheets. "Monique!" I heard from downstairs as I sighed walking inside. "What?" I shouted from upstairs, pushing the door open slightly. "Don't shout at me!" Harry yelled irritatingly as I rolled my eyes walking down, "Sorry." I muttered bluntly standing beside him as he sat on the main chair at the table. I simply crossed my arms over my chest as I lowered my eyes to meet his, "Why did you call me?"
Harry fixated his eyes on my posture for a few seconds as everyone sat around the table in silence. He seemed to be examining my next move; as if awaiting me to say something more so that I could set him off. Louis cleared his throat with a shove of his arm into Harry's side as Harry snapped out of it. "Right, we're busy with the meeting and you're supposed to be here. I thought I told you to be here."
"You didn't say anything. You told me to clean the room and I was doing that until you called me down here. Now if you don't mind I'll be going. I have no business being here, and also quite frankly I don't want to be here." I turned on my heel walking back to the room, a chair was quickly shoved back as someone stood up from their seat. I then continued to clean up the room but within a matter of seconds the room door swung open and was quickly shut again. The blast of cold wind from the door hitting my skin like the first breeze from a hot summer day. "What's the problem? You forget something in here?" I asked not bothering to turn around to look at him as I folded his underwear and packed them into his drawers neatly. I was like some type of maid more than anything else.
"No. Last time I checked this is my room, I can come in here whenever I want." Harry exclaimed as he took a few steps forward in a defensive manner, he was trying to intimidate me but I wasn't having any of his bullshit today...
"Okay sure." I shrugged nonchalantly putting the pillows on the bed, stacking them neatly. "What's with your attitude?" he asked turning me around as I turned back rolling my eyes.
He furrowed his eyebrows at me, clenching his jaw as his mouth tightened, obviously trying to withhold yet another burst of anger. "Hey, listen. I don't need this shit from you."
"Excuse me. I don't need you to tell me anything, if I were you I'd be the last to be talking about what you need." I groaned as he furrowed his eyebrows even more, but more confused than angry now, "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked with a change of expression, suddenly giving off a small tormenting chuckle. "It means you had no problem with needing me last night so don't be talking to me like this now."
"Like what?" he asked as if he had been nothing but nice to me my entire stay. "Like you own me!" I yelled, the sound of my voice coming out louder than I had intended. "I do own you, and if you're going to act like a bitch I'm going to treat you like a bitch."
He narrowed his eyes at me gripping my arm. "Let go of me," I muttered returning the glare. "Or what?" he asked daring me to do something. "Or I'll let go of all your secrets and your friends will know about how 'weak' you are."
"Firstly; little girl. I'm not weak. And secondly; you should really watch your mouth." he growled tracing his finger across my jawline as I hit his hand away with a chuckle.
"Or what? You're gonna rape me again?" I questioned looking him up and down. "Fine, I'm going to be who I am. I'm a bitch right, so I'm going to be a bitch. A whore, whatever you want to call me, same thing right." I shrugged with a wide smile laying down on the bed on my back. "I'm ready to be dominated. I won't fight back don't worry. I'll just be here and let you enjoy yourself. You can do whatever you want." I mumbled slipping my sleeve off of my arm, as he stared at me wide-eyed. "What? You don't like me when I'm not fighting back baby?" I asked taunting him.

"Fuck off you're fucking mental! Get done here and come inside so we can finish up... and I'm not going to speak again." he mumbled angrily as he grit his teeth walking downstairs. I am not going to go downstairs, fuck that shit. I took my coat and climbed out of the window; which led to the roof and sat down carefully up there. Where I wouldn't be able to hear anyone calling for me or avoid having any human contact... Even if it was only for a few minutes.