Don't Be Afraid (Harry styles - vampire)

Chapter 12

"Let me see your arms" Harry said as I looked down at my lap

He had took me into the bathroom and set me on top of one of the counters.

I've decided to just do what he says and not really talk.

I didn't show him my arms though, I had rolled down my sleeves and put my arms behind my back.

I didn't want to show him my arms because I had just scratched myself, hurt myself on purpose. I wouldn't want to show anybody that. Plus he kidnapped me.
"Just let me see how bad it is." He in a concerned voice

I was still looking down, he was trying to make eye contact with me by lowering his head so I would be seeing him but I tried lowering my head even more so he wouldn't be able to make eye contact with me.

"Emily, let me see"

I took a deep breath in and shut my eyes as I let it out. I decided to space out, to just get lost in my thoughts. At least I'm going to try to.

I can't believe I have actually gotten kidnapped. I must be in shock. Again. Because I'm not having a panic attack. But I guess that's a good thing. It's good that my mind can stay calm even with all of these thoughts about what's going on. It's weird thought. I'm sitting in front of my kidnapper and I'm not screaming and crying.

I kind of just scream inside my head. I have these butterflies in my stomach, not the good kind when you're going to talk to your crush, but that bad kind you get when you're nervous and/or scared. Almost like when your going to give a presentation or talk to a teacher that you're scared of.

I have to be in shock. Maybe I'm just in shock all the time and then occasionally flip out. I have no idea what's going on with my feelings right now maybe it's just best not to think to much about them and just let me feel how I'm feeling. But I think this feeling of sort of calmness might go away after awhile.

Awhile...how long am I going to be -

I get pulled out of my thoughts when I feel Harry grabbing my right arm. I open my eyes and try to snatch my arm from him but failed as he tightened his grip on my me. I went to try to grab my right arm, maybe try to hold my sleeve up or to pull at his hand but he grabbed my other arm before I got the chance.

Somehow, he got the sleeve down on my right arm. I kind of just froze. For a second I forgot he kidnapped me, for a second I forgot what was currently going on in my life, for a second all I could think was that someone is looking at what I have done to myself.

Still not really thinking of anything else besides the fact that someone is looking at my arm, I feel a feeling I haven't felt before, I feel exposed..bare..I can't really describe this feeling.

I know that it's just scratches and not actual...cuts..but still.

I looked at my arm most of the pink from the scratches had gone away but there was still some long pink lines going down my forearm along with some occasional blood spots. Since I was scratching with my left hand, not my right hand, this arm wasn't that bad.

I saw Harry just staring at my arm, he was moving his head around to look at my whole arm, he did this instead of moving it. I realized my eyes were wide and I shut them tightly, and lowered my head, hiding behind my hair, biting down on my lip hard. For some reason that helped me.

"Oh Emily" he said sadly

I bit my lip even harder. At this point I then remembered what was going on, that I had been kidnapped.

He took my other arm and I didn't even bother to put up a fight. I gave up. I was holding back the tears. I gave up because I remembered who he was and what was going on. There was no point in fighting back. I can't go anywhere. He was going to see my arm one way or another. Might as well as give up.