Stolen

6

                      "Harry let me out!" I screamed again from the bed. It was midnight and Harry and the other guys were having some sort of party. What kind of idiot kidnappers have a party in the same house there kidnapped person is in? Oh right these rejects. I had been screaming for about 10 minutes and no one has come yet. Which doesn't surprise me. The music was louder than hell. I was about to scream when the door opened. I expected to see Harry but in walked someone else. He was tall, but not as tall as Harry. He had hazel eyes and blonde hair that was shaggy. Like a skater boy kind of hair. He had a heart shaped face with plump, pale lips. He had no tattoo's which was weird considering how many Harry and his crew had. He was skinny with a little bit of muscle and he was drunk. 

"What's your name sweets?" The man slurred

"What's yours?" I said back

"Feisty. I like it." He said as his eyes went down my body

"Too bad you'll never get to experience it." I shot back

"Says you." He said with a small smirk that made my stomach turn

"Stay away." I said

"Babe, you can't stop me. Your cuffed to a bed in a room all alone. This will be quick and easy. Well, kind of quick." He said again with his head tilted slightly to the side. 

"I'll scream." I threatened remembering that was the first thing they taught us in self defense class. 

"Go ahead. My name is Arty." He said with a wink

"I meant I'll scream for Harry." I clarified 

"Honey, he can't make you feel as good as I could." Arty said while slowly walking over to me

"I meant I'll yell downstairs for Harry to come and save me." I hissed 

"He sent me up here love. He won't be saving you."  He said in a sickly sweet tone, that made me want to vomit

Arty walked up to me and slid his hand slowly up my legs until he reached my thigh and then pinched it a little bit. 

"Stop!" I yelled 

Arty just chuckled and kept going, I wiggled around until he brought in upon himself to straddle me. He started to take off my shirt but I was moving to much. He slapped me across the face and yelled at me to stop. I did the only I could think of doing. 

"HARRY!" I screamed 

"Not going to work love." 

"HARRY HELP ME!!! PLEASE HELP!!" I yelled again

"Mmm.. Try my name next?" Arty sickly suggested 

"HARRY!!!"  I screamed 

I was about to get raped and no one is going to save me.

HARRY'S POV

"HARRY HELP ME!!! PLEASE HELP!!" I heard someone yell. I looked around but found no one. plus not a lot of people know me at this party. I didn't talk to a lot of people due to my trust issues. I decided I was imagining things and went to grab some food. I wasn't drinking tonight. I wanted to stay sober for Jess. I really was starting to fall for her but I know I'm stupid for developing feelings for a girl I kidnapped. But I couldn't help it. She was perfect in every way. I walked back to my usually spot and pushed the girl off me who was drunkingly grinding on me. I wish it was Jess but really it was so crayola make up caked face who looked like she was dropped in a huge bucket of tan paint. 

"HARRY!!!"  I heard the scream again. Okay this is something real. not just in my head. Then it clicked. Jess was a gorgeous girl cuffed to a bed in very little clothing with a bunch of drunk horny guys around. I ran up to the room Jess was in and what I saw made me see red. Arty was laying on top of her while trying to take he clothes off. When Jess looked over I saw the already bruising on her face which enraged me even more. I saw a flash of relief go through her face.