Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 4

The dirty, old man was now laying on the ground, groaning and clutching his right leg where he was shot. I pressed myself closer to the wall at the sight. Only a few seconds ago this man was ready to take my life. Now the man with the green eyes was taking his pistol away.

"Zayn, take care of him." Commanded the green-eyed man to another beautiful man. He was slender, totally dressed in black and half-long black locks combed back. One side of his head was shaved and showed a tattoo. Tattoos were also clearly visible on his neck. Beneath his sharp cheekbones was a heavy stubble, complementing the dark lashes surrounding dark brown eyes.

I had not much time to observe him further as he moved swiftly to the man on the floor and stomping his heavy boot right on the shot-wound.

The man on the ground screamed.

Zayn seemed to enjoy it. The corner of his mouth tilted upwards and his eyes were glinting. He kicked the man harshly in his face so that he started bleeding heavily from his nose. Zayn gabbed the fat man by his arm and dragged the man out of the room, despite his slender posture.

At the doorpost, the green-eyed man stopped them, bending over the fat man on the ground, belittling him. He grabbed the fat man's leg, pressing his thumb right into his shot-wound. The man screamed loudly again.

"Don't fuck with what's mine." I heard the green-eyed men say, letting go of the leg. The wound bled heavily, making me gag.

The green-eyed man nodded and Zayn continued dragging him out of the room. I pressed my hands against my ears to block out the screaming. I couldn't phantom the cruelness of Zayn. How was he able to do such a horrible thing? I had also pressed my eyes tightly shut to block out the world, hoping it would disappear that way. I was roughly pulled back to reality when my hands were forced away from my ears.

"No... No..." I whined softly, scared.

"Kitten." I cried softly at his voice now being pointed at me. "Open your eyes, now."

I shook my head as answer while a shot was heard in the background followed by a scream. And another shot. Silence. I held my breath when opening my eyes. I was expecting the green-eyed man to be waiting impatiently but instead he looked me straight into my eyes, neutral, kneeled before me.

"I want to go home." I begged softly, wiping my eyes. Silence followed while I expected laughing or mocking. I looked up again. There were three boys standing behind the green-eyed man. Two of them had been seated at the couch with him earlier and the other one was unknown. Nobody said anything. Not even when I pushed myself onto my shaking legs.

Then, the green-eyed man nodded.

"Are you serious, Harry?" Said the one with piercing blue eyes and brown hair behind him. Also lots of tattoos. So Harry was his name. Harry turned around as quick as lightening, a pistol in his hand, pointing it at the blue-eyed man. The blue-eyed man looked annoyed but not one bit scared.

"Shut up, Louis. I'm not in the mood." Snapped Harry at the man. Harry turned to me, lowering the gun and putting it at the back of his waistband.

"Where do you live?" He still sounded angry. I swallowed the lump in my throat so that I could talk.

"Why?" I asked, not trusting him. I couldn't really believe he would bring me home without any intentions. He just had to let me go. Louis laughed softly but Harry paid no attention to it. Instead, he walked closer to me. The toes of his boot were now touching mine and he was towering over me.

"Listen, Kitten. I just saved you fucking life. The least you can do is tell me where you live without questioning me." He spit at me.

"I don't want you to know where I live." I mumbled.

His large hand grabbed my jaw harshly, squeezing, and pulled my head up. His eyes were black, his pupils dilated so much that there was almost no green to be found.

"Rule number one. Don't disobey me." He snapped at me. "Tell me where you live."

My eyebrows pulled together in a frown. Rules? I grabbed the fingers around my jaw and pried them away.

"I don't have to tell you anything." I mumbled again, a spark of defiance in me. Maybe, because we were talking about me going home, I gained a bit of hope and confidence.

The loud sound of his hand colliding with my face echoed through the room. My head was slapped sidewards, the other side of my face colliding with the wall because of the force. I grabbed my cheek, crying and breathing heavily. All the confidence leaving my body. Harry grabbed my chin again, turning my head. I was sure he pressed his thumb into my painful cheek on purpose.

"Did you change your mind?" He asked, eyes piercing.

"Creswick." I whispered. Harry's eyebrows frowned and he looked confused.

"What?" He snapped at me. I didn't dare to open my mouth again. I could feel my heartbeat in my cheek. I was too ashamed to explain my answer. Harry seemed to try and kill me with his stare. He could kill me so easily. I shivered.

"It's an orphanage." A voice behind Harry spoke up. There was the unknown man. He was tall and very muscled. His hair was close to a buzzcut, only the top a bit longer into a small quiff. His eyes were brown as well, with heavy eyebrows throwing shadows on his eyes. He had a lighter stubble and a small birthmark on his cheek.

My eyes connected with his eyes past Harry's shoulder. I cursed the boy inside my head for telling Harry about my home. I didn't dare to do it in real life as I was able to see the contours of a gun tucked into his waistband beneath his shirt.

Harry looked from the man back to me, a big grin on his face. His mood had changed completely, his eyes now almost happy.

He caught a strand of my hair, putting it behind my ear. It made me flinch. He bent towards me.

"Oh Kitten.." He whispered softly near my ear. I felt tears escaping because of his proximity.

"You just made everything so much easier."