Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

"I was joking." I tell him, he pouts, sitting beside me on the bed.
"I can still help." I search through my bag, deciding on a pair of skinny jeans and blue button-up. My converse sit in my bag of accessories and I pull them out, laying them beside my clothes. I pull my hair into a bun, pulling off the messy look and add a few bobby pins to pull back the fly aways.
"Get out so I can change." I tell him. Thankfully, this time he doesn't argue and leaves. Somehow I know he's standing outside the tent.
I hurriedly dress, even though it's hard to do in this damn crowded tent. Only one more week, I tell myself. I can't believe I let Harry talk me in to going to a damn party. What am I getting myself in to? What is he talks me into drinking? How many people are going to be at this party? I've only known him a week, should I trust him? I'm growing a little nervous about this party. This isn't my thing, and exploring towards something like this is probably not the right thing to do.
But I'm doing it anyways.
I unzip the tent and step out, my purse over my shoulder. I brush through my hair with my hands to distinguish any tangles and ruffle it a little, pulling it over my shoulder.
"Ready?" He asks. I smile and nod.
"Where are you going? Bri, you've barely spoke to us this whole week!" Hannah complains. I roll my eyes at her, debating on whether I should answer or not.
"I'm going to party with Harry." I decide on telling the truth, and watching her eyes widen.
"Bridgette? Bridgette James is going to a party! Oh my God, she's finally rebelling. I'm so proud of you." Kayla chimes in, sarcastically.
"Shut up." I roll my eyes and turn away from the crowd, following Harry towards his raggedy blue truck.
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"How far away is this party?" I complain to Harry. We must've been driving for an hour.
"We're almost there." He tells me and I groan, letting my back hit the seat. "Can I ask you something?"
"You just did." I sarcastically answer. He rolls his eyes at me and huffs.
"Seriously, Bri." My name falls from his lips, making me bite my lip to hide a smile.
"Shoot." I tell him, folding my hands together.
"Why did you agree to come to this party with me?" I didn't expect him to ask something like this, and it leaves me speechless. Mainly because I don't really know the answer.
"In high school I was the girl who stayed in her room and studied, read books, and made straight A's. That's all I ever did, so I could get into college. Now that I'm in, my mother wanted me to 'rebel a little'." I quote my mothers words.
"Oh." He turns down a dirt road. I can hear the rocks hitting the truck.
"Where are we?" I look out the window and see a tall black house. It looks like something out of a movie. People surround the outside of the house, and I can already hear the blaring music from the car. My palms are sweaty and I wipe the across my knees.
I leave my purse in the car. Harry walks next to me as we enter the big house. People are already bumping into me and my nerves are growing with every step I take. I'm already regretting coming here, just by seeing all the drunk people dancing and grinding. One girl is throwing up in the sink, with another girl holding her hair back. Two girls are making out with guys surrounding them, hooping and hollering as they share their spit. Ew.
I hear Harry laugh as I stare at the two girls, a disgusted look on my face. He cups his hand around my wrist, pulling me away as I direct my attention towards him.
"Ignore them." He tells me and pulls me towards the back of the house. I recognize Liam and Jordan when we walk into another room in the big house. Dust covers almost every crevice and I cringe. The wall is a dirty white, which was probably once a nice white color. It smells of pipe tobacco and beer. Everyone has a red cup in their hand and some have a cigarette in the other. Or I suspect it's a cigarette.
"Hey, Bridgette." I hear Liam call to me. I didn't notice before, but now he has a piercing in his lip.
I smile and wave to him, noticing Harry has took his hand off my wrist, but still stands close by.
"C'mon." Harry tells me and I follow him to an empty seat on the couch. Except, there's only one empty seat. He pats his lap for me to sit on it but I reject, shaking my head and take a seat on the arm rest of the dingy couch.
"Do you want a drink?" A man from across the room asks. He's tall, not as tall as Harry, but tall and has pale skin. His body is broad, and his red hair is all over the place.
"No, but thank you." I tell him. He smiles and takes his seat beside Liam.
"Are you going to introduce your friend, Harry?" The tall, broad, man asks and Harry glares at him, scooting a little closer to me.
"You won't see her again, so introducing her would be irrelevant." He snaps. The man smirks. It appears evil and mocking. He rolls his head back in laughter, making me nervous.
"Really? She's mighty beautiful." I don't like the way he talks about me. The way he compliments me doesn't sound like a normal person would compliment someone. He stands from his seat by Liam and I grow nervous, leaning towards Harry.
"What's your name, beautiful?" Why does nobody in the room seems to find this strange! He's a little closer than I would prefer, his hot breath blowing over my face.
"Don't answer that." Harry tells me but I ignore him, intimidated by the red headed creep standing in front of me. His hand rest on my thigh and I jump as he pushes it up my legs.
"Leave her alone, Ben." Harry swats his hand off of me and I'm thankful, but I can't bring myself to break our eye contact.
"What's your name?" His voice is low and raspy.
"B-Bridgette." I stutter. Harry wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into his lap. I don't object, considering I'm shaking of fear.
"We should go." Harry holds my waist as we stand up and drags me out the door. My head is reeling. Who the hell was that?
Ben.
His name is Ben.
Harry pulls me into a bedroom that, surprisingly, has nobody in it.
"Sit down." He demands, pointing towards the bed. I do as he says and watch as he runs his hand through the shaggy mess onto of his head.
"What the hell were you thinking?" He scolds, pacing the room.
"What?" My mind is racing. He's pacing and wondering why I told Ben my name. "I can do whatever I want, Harry. You don't control me." I remind him, standing up off the bed.
"Where are you going? Come back here!" He shouts and I stop walking towards the door to turn around. I find him far too close and take a step back.
"Does it matter?" Frankly, I have no idea where the hell I'm going.
"You don't know Ben like I do, he doesn't stop until he gets what he wants." He takes a step towards me, making me step back.
"And you care, why? Leave me alone, Harry!" Before he can reply I'm out the door and flying down the stairs. I turn around to make sure he isn't following me when I feel a cold liquid down my front. I look up, only to see the red-head classified as Ben smiling down at me.
"Hey, beautiful." He smirks.
"It's Bridgette." I tell him, not dating to make eye contact.
"Fiesty, I see." He laughs. "I dig that." His hand wraps around my waist and pulls me into him. Struggling is an understatement, considering he's ten times stronger than me.
His head lowers into my neck and I still, my body is frozen. The only thing I feel is my blood rushing through my veins, along with fear creeping through my body. I feel his teeth bite at my neck, sucking and then biting over and over again as I shriek in pain.
"Stop." I beg. "It hurts." I push at his chest but he grabs my wrist, his grip tight. "Please." I beg again, and he takes his lips off my neck.
He laughs, a low and evil and sick laugh. His head falls back and his cackle grows louder, his eyes a coal black.
"You're a stupid girl, you realize that." His face is close to mine. "I never stop." He whispers in my ear. Afterwards, cackling again.
"You won't hurt me." I state, more than ask. Scary is an understatement when it comes to him. He needs something bigger, more powerful.
"Hurt you? Never." He pulls me into his body, a tight grip around my waist. "On one condition, you must do what I say." He cackles again, picking me up by my thighs and demanding them to wrap around his torso. I do as so, in the fear of him hurting me. Ben carries me upstairs to a room. It's dark and smells faintly of pot.
I'm set on the ground, barely catching my balance before I'm pushing down, my head hits something hard. I realize I'm on a bed, my breathing heavy and staggered.
"Undress." He demands. I can't move, or feel anything for that matter.
"I said undress, damn it!" He shouts and I feel a hard hit in my abdomen, making me cry out in pain. I clutch my stomach and squeeze my eyes shut. He begins to undress me, starting with my jeans. They're removed and thrown on the floor, his hands sliding into the panties. I feel an uncomfortable pinch and shriek, squeezing my legs together.
"St-" before I can get the words out his fist connect with my jaw, another cry out in pain.
The door burst open and a strand of light seeps through the room. Both out heads snap the direction and I see Harry standing in the doorway, my nerves settling.
"Get the hell off of her, Ben." His voice is low, demanding.
"That's cute. Your boyfriend is here to save the day!" Boyfriend? Harry is not my boyfriend. But, I'm at a loss for words. I can't think straight right now. His hand slaps my thigh, making me shriek in pain before he's pushed off of me. I sit up, the two boys hard to see in the little light. I see Harry on top of Ben, his fist connects with his jaw and I jump, covering my eyes and pulling my knees up to my chest. I don't want to watch. Growing up, violence was like a scary movie. Tears pour down my cheeks as I hear cracking and fist pounding into each other.
Before I know it I'm being lifted, and I can't tell who it is. I cautiously open my eyes, finding Harry being the one who now carries me out of the house. He lies be down in the seat of his truck and I close my eyes again, too far gone to do anything but just lay there. I'm lost, confused, like a illusion, I don't know what's happened.
I feel the truck moving, and I don't know where we're going, and I don't really care. I just want I get away, far away from here. This was a bad idea, I knew it from the start.
I slowly fall asleep, my head reeling.
****
When I open my eyes it's dark again. I jump up, my head hitting the window of the car. As I hold it I slowly begin to realize where I am, and what just happened. My breathing slows down as I see Harry sitting beside me, his eyes closed and his stomach rising and falling. I see where in a convenient store parking lot, the street lights bright and blinding.
I shiver and look down, my legs are not covered. I'm only in pink polka dotted panties and button up. I realize my converse on gone too, and I wonder where all my clothes are.
"Harry," I shake him awake. He jolts and flutters his eyes open.
"Oh, shit. I told myself I wasn't going to fall asleep." His voice is raspy, beautiful.
"Oh." Is all I manage and push the hair out of my face. I shudder and he reaches behind the seats, pulling out a hoodie, handing it to me.
"Here. I know your cold." I smile to thank him and take it from his hands, throwing it over my head. It's a little big, but comfortable.
"Where are my clothes?" I ask him, pulling my legs to my chest and covering them with my jacket.
"There in the back. I stopped by the camp and got your shit." What?
"What? Why? No, I have to go back." I rush my pull against the door, but it's locked.
"Calm down." He tells me, but he doesn't seem calm himself.
"Get my clothes, now." I demand. He holds his hands up in defense before climbing out of the car.
He brings back a pair of grey sweat pants and I slip them on, rolling up the bottoms to reach my knee.
"Where are we? is want to go home!" I raise my voice and nervously run my hands through my hair.
"We can't go home." He tells me, hitting his hands against the steering wheel.
"I want to know now, Harry." I'm proud of my demanding tone. When he doesn't answer me I huff, rolling my eyes. "Fine." I mutter before opening the door and hopping out of the truck.
I begin walking across the lot, but I don't get far before I hear him call after me.
"Bridge, stop. I can explain." I spin around, fuming and stomp my bare foot against the pavement.
"Now." I demand. He runs his hands through his hair and I cross my arms, waiting for an explanation.
"This is hard to explain. So, let me tell you why first." I nod, letting him speak.
"You remind me of my sister. Not your looks, but your attitude, and demeanor. The way you speak and walk and laugh and how you smile at the ground when you're embarrassed. You remind me of her by how beautiful you are on the inside, how you can take one look and see just how amazing you are." I shake me head, he can't be real. "So please, don't judge me when I tell you this." He begs, taking a step towards me. We're still a good distance away from each other.

As the words fall from his lips, I freeze.

What?

"I killed him."