Wants vs Needs H.S

Eleven

I can feel his fingers digging into my throat as I try to free myself from his hard strong hands.

He's laughing

He's actually laughing in my face as he watches me suffer, someone please tell me what's going on?

"Don't ever, EVER push me again, do you hear me?" he shouts in my ear so loud I swear I'll need hearing aids.

I nod just wanting to be free from his grip.

As soon as he lets go I'm shocked, too scared to move I just stare at him gasping for air even though he's not holding me anymore.

His eyes settle down to a normal shade of blue before he leans in and kisses my cheek, causing me to flinch and back away.

How is he so calm?

He sits down on my bed getting comfy leaving me shocked and on edge.

What do I say to a man I want to leave but has the power to perform an act like that which could kill me?

"Come on let's watch a film?" he pads the seat next to me.   I don't move.

"yeah ill just get a cup of water" I don't even give him time to reply before I get down the stairs and grab his car keys running out my house as fast as I can.

If the police catch me, I'll no doubt get done I've only just passed my test and this most defiantly is not my car.

He's going to kill me when he finds out. What have I done?

I pull up to McDonalds knowing Louis will be working, in hope he can help me.

But as I run inside a hand grabs my wrist.
I flinch, and begin to get out of breath, the tears welling up, I can't breathe, I can't see.

"Hey, Hannah, what's wrong? Are you ok?" it's Harry I'd say he's the last person I want to see now but not anymore , in fact I'm grateful I've found someone I know.

I can't find the words instead I can feel my body shutting down, I hear cars pulling through the drive through and every time one does I flinch scared. 
Scared its him.

"Hannah what's happened? Is it family?" he shakes me trying to get me to speak.

I shake my head and stare into the distance my breathing slowing down.

"who then louis? Your sister? Millie?" I shake my head once again but this time he places his fingers underneath my chin forcing me to look at him.
I'm engulfed by his mesmerising looks, his eyebrows screwed with confusion to who or what has put me in this state.

He looks amazing. Why didn't I listen.

"it was him wasn't it? Jam..." before he can interrupt I cry, so loud he knows the answer. It wasn't just a few tears, they were flooding down my face.

"Hannah you thought you could get away didn't you" my heart stops

Ooooooo gurllllll beef, or is it not? What do you think is it good or bad?