Society.

Chapter 19

Anna's POV

As Harry and I enter the cafeteria together, i go up to a table and sit down while Harry orders his food.

Suddenly, someone slapped me around my face and pulled me away from the table.

I looked behind me and saw Zayn. Him and Harry have been arch enemies for like ever. Shit. What is he going to do to me?!?!

Before I could say anything, I was flung into a cleaners office. I stumbled onto my feet, as the door gets shut and the lights flicker on.

Then he pushed me down onto a chair and took a roll of duck tape for one of the shelves. It made me so scared.

The tape went over my mouth and them used to tie my hands behind the chair. Was he kidnapping me or something? This is fucking bullshit.

When he's finished, he glanced at me giving me a small death shot. Then the rest of the room lit up. I could see Jake and his gang there too. With Thomas.

I think everyone I hated was in that room right now. No! What have I done? What did I do to suffer this?

"Hello Anna," Zayn said, an evil smirk grew on his face. This is horrible.

I could feel tears dripping down my cheeks and panic spread all across my body. Is he going to kill me?

I just shut my eyes tight. "Why are you crying? Are you fucking scared?" Jake yelled, his breath smelling like cheese and onion crisps. I just nodded.

"Don't cry! Your used to these kind of things. Me beating you. you crying out in pain and you slitting your wrists." He said.

"Depressed ass bitch." I heard Thomas whisper/ yell.

Jake walked towards me and before I knew it, his hand reached out and slapped my right cheek. I could feel it burning. I fell down with the chair.

I hate him. And I will carry on hating him until I die. And with the way he's carrying on, that won't be that far away.

Then Jake kicked me in my stomach. I whimpered in pain. I can't scream because stupid Zayn duck taped my mouth.

Jake carried on punching and kicking me as I cry on pain. But no one cares.

I can't believe it. I'm about to die in this very room. I closed my eyes, every punch and kick getting stronger and harder. Then I heard someone open the door which caused Jake to stop. I opened my eyes and as they focus, I can see Harry's horrified expression.

"What the fuck Jake? What the actual fuck?" Harry yelled and shut the door so no one could see us.

"Well hello to you too." Jake hissed.

Harry turned to me and ran over. I close my eyes expecting a punch or a kick or something. But nothing.

I open my eyes, seeing Harry stretching his arms out to carry me.

"What the fuck? why did you just beat her up? What the hell do you think you would ever get from doing that? what the actual fuck?" Harry yelled, his eyes turning a dark shade of green. Almost black. I could feel him arms tense up and see him clenching his jaw.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Harry continued, growling.

"Mind your own god damn business!" Zayn hissed, answering for Jake. "Drop her now Harry."

Harry let me down and undid all the duck tape, taking extra care.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? ANSWER ME. SHE DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG IN THE FIRST PLACE. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE HER ALONE? SHE HASN'T DONE ANYTHING TO YOU. I KNOW HER WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT THERE IS NO REASON FOR YOU TO BE HORRIBLE TO THE NICEST GIRL I HAVE EVER MET." Harry screamed. At least he cares.

I could see anger boil through Jakes face. Before I could get up, Jake punched Harry to the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"HARRY!" I cried.

"It's okay. I'm okay." He whispered, pausing between each sentence, struggling to breathe.

"Fuck you Jake! Fuck you!" I cried. As harry and I stand, he watched us with no emotion on his face. Instead, he laughs dryly.

"Do I care?" he asked sarcastically, followed by an eye roll.

"Just shut the fuck up!" Harry shouted. His arms tensed as his jaw clenched together. And with that, Jake, Thomas, Zayn and the rest of the group left the room.

I cried. I cried, not because of the cursive words, but because harry was now sat on a desk, struggling to breathe with blood dripping down his chin. I cried because I can't do this anymore. I cried because I make Harry's life a misery. I cried because it's all my fault.