I waited {L.S}

3.4

I woke up and let out a long groan. Where was I? I stood up slowly, finding the walls with my finger tips. "Hello?" I called out, but winced. Everything hurt. I felt around the dark room, looking for a light switch or doorknob. "What the hell is going on?" I whispered.

The door opened and a teenager with green eyes and brown hair stood on the other side. "We have to go, now." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of- was that a closet? Why was I locked in a closet?- and outside the building. He took me to a car that was parked further away and let out a long breath. "Finally."

"What the hell was that?" I asked. His small look of relief turned to worry. "What?"

"When he- fuck!" The kid turned the car on and turned around. "Okay, fuck. It's going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay."

I probably should have been a lot more worried than I was. Something about him seemed familiar, which kept me content. I didn't know anything, but I felt like I could trust him.

"I'm Harry," he said. "Um, that.. I really don't want to tell you about that. I don't," he admitted. Harry let out a long breath. "That was your dad, Ken. He's kidnapped you before and ripped you away from your mom. He just got you again and I found you, but now you don't fucking remember anything."

I looked at my arms. That might have explained the bruising. It's definitely explained why I was locked in a closet. "Okay, that sounds horrible." Harry got on a main road and kept speeding up. "Slow down, we're okay. Harry!"

Harry took a deep breath and let it go. "Sorry, I'm sorry."

I moved closer to him and rested my hand on his shoulder. "You're okay."

We got into a town and Harry parked in front of a house. "This is gonna be Kayla. She's our therapist from what happened. I'm pissed at her, but I don't know where else to take you right now." He rubbed his face. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

"Hey, I'm okay. I believe and trust you, even if it's not the smartest on my half." I gave him a half smile and he stared at me for a few seconds. "What?"

"You are a completely different person. And I hate to tell you this, but I like this a lot more than before." Harry looked worried until I started laughing, then a small smile formed on his lips. "Don't worry, I'll tell you about it sometime."

"I'm counting on that." We got out and Harry went straight onto the porch and knocked on the door.

"Kayla?" He called. "I have, Louis!"

A woman opened her door and stared at Harry for a few seconds until her eyes landed on me and widened. Louis. Louis, how the hell is that even spelled?

"He doesn't remember anything," Harry warned her as she pushed past him to get to me.

"Last name?" She asked.

I shook my head, looking to Harry, then back to Kayla. "No idea. He just told you-"

"You both have to stop taking off!" Kayla yelled, but turned to Harry. "Do you know how worried we were?!"

Harry crossed his arms. "Yeah, you were so concerned. That's why you said basically forget him, right? That's why you told me not to go find him, to leave him because he chose to leave? I call fucking bullshit." He took a few steps closer and Kayla ran her hands through her brown hair.

"Look, I was mad at myself for letting it happen. I didn't mean that-"

I looked at Harry, and he jumped down from the porch and wrapped his arm around me. I relaxed into him and closed my eyes. "I'm tired."