Orphan

Chapter 23

As my eyes slowly opened. A subtle humming was heard from across the room. God help me. “Wh-eres Harry?” I questioned groggily as the figure in front of me stood to his feet. The vision became clearer. “I am Harry. What ever do you mean?” A sarcastic snip came from the familiar overly serious Zayn. “Hilarious. Why are you in this room?” I asked as I sat up straight against the headboard. Harry’s room was a mess to say the least and Zayn's appearance in it was all the more alarming. As far as I knew this room was off limits unless regarded as necessary by Harry. So what exactly was so important for Zayn to be in here.

“I’m here because you can’t leave this room until Harry gets back.” He stammered, he seemed worried. “Why not? Where’s Abigail? Where is everyone?” I questioned rubbing my head, it felt as if this dizziness would never depart. “Just calm down and relax. Whatever needs to be done will be done… luckily we won’t be here for it.” He sighed leaning back against the chair he had made himself comfortable in. “What’s that supposed to mean?” My mind was off. I was perplexed. He was awfully distant to his emotions right now. “It means you don’t scream at Harry. Not at all. Especially not in front of us. You never learn.”

“Excuse me? You can’t just keep me locked up so he can come back and beat me.” I mumbled standing up from the bed, immediately losing my footing and falling straight onto my face. I groaned painfully as Zayn helped me up. The room spun. “The medication will wear off soon. Don’t make any sudden movements.” He said quietly, obviously not wanting to anger me or maybe he was just feeling some type of sympathy for what I was going to go through. Zayn's phone buzzed in his pocket and he quickly checked it. “Harry is here. Please just...listen.” I rolled my eyes at his request. Did he really want to play that card? If he really cared for my wellbeing he wouldn’t let this happen to me in the first place. “Get out of this room please,” I sighed sitting down on the bed and crossing my arms. “As you wish.” He mumbled walking out of the door. Not before long his presence was replaced by Harry’s dark one. I wasn’t going to be what he wanted me to be. This whimpering mess. No. I was going to push through this and listen. It could only get better that way and I was already getting closer to knowing him.

“You think its funny? To make a mockery of me like that?” he asked as his voice echoed through the room. I stared straight up at him without blinking. No hesitation whatsoever. “No. I just felt like you needed someone to stop you before things got too bad.” I spoke calmly. “You did now? Well newsflash little girl. I. Don’t. Need. Anyone…” he said coming closer and grabbing my hair. I swallowed a fast growing lump in my throat. “…Especially not you.” He snapped swatting his hand across my face. I cringed holding onto the burning skin. I’m not going to lie, the words stung. Badly. “Sorry Harry.” I frowned and looked at him. He seemed puzzled yet intrigued. It took him a while to formulate the words, but he soon found his tongue. “Get your clothes off now. Make it quick.” He commanded as he let me move past him to the bathroom. I knew that was going to happen… I knew I was getting somewhere since he told me what to do instead of just ripping my clothes off himself.

I got undressed fast and wrapped myself in a robe as I made my way to his room. “Drop it.” He spat, still a bit of aggression in his voice. I complied. The thin silk material dropped to the floor and he motioned his eyes toward the bed. I took a deep inhale of confidence as I sat down on the bed. He was already stripped down to his underwear. His body tensed to full extent as he moved towards me and grabbed a blindfold, tying it around my eyes.