A/N: I am really sorry about not updating. Divorce and moving has disabled me from writing, so here you go.
Another note: The creepy guy in this chapter is Four from Divergent. Just let your imaginations run wild you dirty birds. >_> This is really short, but I'll write more. Promise. xx
~Natalie's P.O.V~
The light from the bud of the cig goes out beneath his foot. My eyes widen. "Shit, not this again." I think to myself. He comes closer, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
That's what Harry does.
Oh, shit, HARRY. HARRY!
I open my mouth to scream, but his hand clasps over my mouth. "I don't think so, honey." He whispers. He hands snake under my shirt and unclasp my bra clasp.
What the fuck is he trying to do?
I try to reach my hands behind me, but he holds my hands there, as if I was in handcuffs, with one hand. I fell into that one.
"Tsk-tsk-tsk. 'Shoulda just obeyed, sweetheart. Now I'm going to have to force you." His breath tickles my ear in a disturbing way.
I hear the metal door behind me burst open, and shots were fired.
Wait.. shots?
All I remember is shots firing, Harry's voice, and police sirens. Then, me being the baby I am, falling to the floor, and my vision fading into darkness.
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