Born Villain

Chapter 2

Megan and I arrive at the Starbucks in the city centre and get our regulars, she has a cappuccino and I have a hot chocolate, once we sit down on chairs, and start chatting, the room falls silent.. 

"Oh jesus." 

I notice that everyone is staring at the TV with sad, feared expressions on their faces,

"What's going on?" Meg whispers as we sit down, our eyes glued to the big tv,

"I have no idea."

A worker turns the volume up and the local news reporter speaks,

"THERE HAS BEEN FIVE MURDERS LAST NIGHT, ALL IN OUR NEIGHBOURHOOD, IT IS ORDERED THAT YOU STAY INSIDE YOUR HOME BECAUSE THIS LOOKS LIKE IT WAS DONE BY THE WORST CRIMINAL GANG IN THE WORLD, HARRY STYLES' GANG, POLICE WILL MAKE SURE THEY ARE PROTECTING ALL OF YOU, CURFEW IS AT SIX PM. DO NOT WORRY, WE WILL PROTECT YOU ALL, AND WE WILL FIND THIS TERRIBLE CRIMINAL, EVEN CRIMINALS. THOUGH WE ONLY KNOW HIS NAME. I ASSURE ALL OF YOU, YOU'RE UNDER PROTECTION AND WE WON'T LET THEM HURT ANYMORE OF OUR PEOPLE."

"Jesus." Meg mumbles, a lot of muttering echoes around the room.

"I know right." I sigh, "The Harry Styles.. fuck, how did he, himself, get here? And we're fucked, curfew is at fucking six pm." 

"This is messed up, five murders! What's next?" 

"I don't know.. I don't know at all Meg." 

After our drinks, we go around the shops and buy a lot of stuff, a lot of outfits and blah blah blah. Meg makes me try on lots of outfits and she makes me buy all of the nice ones, accessories too.

It's like I need another wardrobe, but I have to admit, I do like the new clothes I've bought, and the makeup too. We rome around the shopping centre and sit down on the benches, making sure we are going to be home by six. 

"I have to go and meet up with Jake, I'm really sorry Ashleigh. But, he's having a party tonight, you should come ig you want too." Meg says, staring at her phone while we walk outside,

"Okay," I say, "I might, ,see you soon."

Jake is her boyfriend, he's really popular around here, but then again, so is Megan, they're nice popular though, not the snotty mean girls type. I'm not that popular, but I have many friends, it's alright, because I hate popularity, you have friends, it's just people like you because.. some fear them, or they like the popular people because they are soft centered and kind to everyone. 

We hug then she goes off, I watch as she trails into the distance, then sigh. I don't want to go to the train station just yet... You know, just in case. And I seriously do not want to go alone..

So I go into another shop and look at the dresses, I find a lovely pale blue one which is really pretty, I find my size and decide to buy it, with a pair of matching blue heels, I go to the counter and pay for them.

Wow they're expensive. But they are so pretty, so it's worth it. 

I decide to go to the train station after a lot of mental debating, I don't want to go but, I really just want to go home. 

Because I've already paid for the all day ticket, I wait for the train and sit down on a crappy bench,

I stare at the train rails and sigh, I've spent a lot more than I should of, and I have like fifteen bags full to the brim, which I never do. 

When the train pulls in after two minutes, I quickly get on and sit down, I still have the feeling in the pit of my stomach that someone is watching me.

And this train isn't that full which makes it a little bit scarier.

I settle that it's my imagination that's playing games from the murders have occurred, but something is telling me that it's more, and I just don't know yet.

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I walk through the streets to my house and when I reach the front door, it's wide open.

Fuck!

I go through and take a shaky breath, I put my bags down and stand there. I'm not going to do the horror movie shit by calling 'who's there?'.

I listen, listen for any noise, any footsteps or anything that doesn't sound like the rattling of the window in the kitchen.

"Hello Sweetheart." A deep raspy voice echoes through the house. Footsteps, footsteps walk closer and I see a silhouette of a man,

"Who the fuck are you?" I ask, "And why the hell are you in my house?" My breathing hitches, 

"Well, I think you've probably heard of the murders going around here.."

The man walks out of the shadows and reveals a man who looks like twenty, black brown hair and dark brown eyes, he wears a black t-shirt and black skinny jeans,

"And my friend is very very interested in you."

I  try to sound that I'm not afraid, "Do I care, you won't do anything."

"That's what they all say." He chuckles,

"Well, I'm not 'all' am I?" I grab my bags and start to go upstairs, I've had enough of people trying to scare me,

"Don't tell me your that killer going around are you?" I call,

"Well, one of them." I hear the footsteps following behind me,

"How come you're not scared? Scared of someone breaking into your house?"

"Well, whoever you are, I wouldn't care if you killed me right here, right now if that's what you're going to do anyway."

"As I said, it's my friend that's interested in you, and I follow his orders. But he did give me permission to stab you a few times if you refuse to follow."

I start feeling panic shoot through my chest, and it hits me.

This isn't a dream, or my imagination is it?

Shit!

What am I going to do?!

"Can you.. Can you give me a second?"

"You have five minutes." He growls and gets something from behind his back, a gun. He aims it towards me,

"Oh, and you won't be back here, so fling some shit in a bag, write a letter to your parents and family. You're with us now, seeing as though it's his orders."

"Who's your friend?" I ask certainly scared to find out the answer.

"I'm sure you'll know his name when he tells you."

The guy leaves my room and shuts the door, though I hear no footsteps..

I let out a quiet sob and a tear rolls down my cheek, what the hell is going on? Who is he? What the fuck? 

I grab my largest bag and put some of my new clothes as well as some from my wardrobe, then a picture of my mother and my diary that hasn't been used yet. I get a few pens and shove them in the side pocket, my phone and it's charger, and I hide my knife at the bottom of the bag, it's just a pocket knife but I want to be safe.. Especially when I'm going to be taken away from my life. I also shove in my makeup bag and hairbrush, and the perfume my mother got me for my seventeenth birthday which has only been used once.. At her funeral.

I zip the bag up and sigh, my shaking hands run through my hair.

What's going to happen?

The door bursts open and the guy sighs,

"Your friend Megan is with my other friend, she will be with you to Ashleigh."

"How do you know my name?" I gasp,

"That is for me to know." He chuckles, his laugh evil, he grabs my arm and harshly pulls me up, I have my bag in my hands and he shoves me down the hallway, I feel his gun rested on my back as we walk.

I'm petrified, but I don't realise, is that I'm about to be more afraid.