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Take 32 - I Should Have Kissed You - Part 3

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I was paralyzed with fear. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to go inside again, to seek cover, but I couldn’t even lift my finger.

The second lightning sent me into a state of panic. My knees buckled under my weight, and I was struggling to breathe. I could feel the raw grains of the ground beneath me on my bare legs, and I was vaguely aware of someone unknown trying to lift me up.

“Does she need medical help?” someone asked.

“Call an ambulance,” another foreign voice said.

“Get away from her,” Harry shouted. “She has a fear of thunder. Just let her breathe.”

I felt warmth behind me as Harry sat down and wrapped his arms around me. I was trembling with fear.

“Mr. Styles,” the guard said. “Should we call for an ambulance?”

“No, just get the damn car here already,” he said. “And give us some privacy.”

“I’ll have to object to that, sir.”

“Go away,” Harry shouted. “For Christ sakes.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the rain, or if I was crying. All I knew was that it wouldn’t take long for me to be absolutely soaked.

“Shh,” Harry said, rocking me back and forth. “It’s okay, love. It’s okay. I’m here.”

I fought through the fear, willing myself to calm down. My chest ached, and I gasped for air.

When I was younger, I had tried to count Mississippi in between the flashes of lightning and thunderclaps. Someone had told me that it was an excellent way to know how far away the lightning was from me.

But as I grew older, the fear intensified, and I hadn’t been able to focus long enough. Yet, I still tried as the sky lit up again.

One Mississippi…

Two Mississippi…

Three Mississippi…

Four Mississippi…

Five Mississippi…

Boom.

A Mile away. I wanted to tell Harry that we had to move away from here, but all that came out was odd sounds of groans and moans.

“What is it?” Harry asked. “What’s wrong?” His voice was filled with concern.

All I could do was to try and shake my head.

Why couldn’t I see his face? Only the feeling of his arms around me reminded me that he was here.

I heard him say something, but another thunderclap resounded around me, making me cringe. Much to my dismay, I felt Harry untangle himself from me. I whimpered slightly, missing his warmth once it was gone. I looked up to find him, but was met with a blinding light from two headlights.

The car… Finally.

That must have been why Harry rose. I heard him call someone, probably the guards, and then he walked into my line of vision, his arms flailing widely.

I tried to stand up, mustering all the strength I had. I’d be home soon. It wasn’t until Harry jerked around with a panicked look on his face that I had a momentarily clear mind.

What had happened?

“Cami,” Harry yelled. “You need to run inside to the guards.”

Confused, I tried to take a step back, stumbling slightly. Why did I need to run?

The car sped up, aiming straight for us. I screamed at Harry to get out of the way, but he moved faster than it took for me to find my voice. He shot over to me, grabbing my arm and pulled me to the side.

We fell on the ground, and I scraped my skin in several places. A burst of pain ran through my body, and I struggled to figure out what was happening.

“It’s not our car,” Harry yelled. “You need to pull yourself together right now and run.”

As the car skidded to a stop, I saw what he meant. Instead of the standard black minivan, I saw a rusty, red Toyota where the paint was starting to peel off. I didn’t have the highest regard for the guards, but I highly doubted they’d ever drive around in that.

Two people stepped out of the car, all dressed in black. Their faces were covered, but one of them held what looked like a drainpipe in one hand.

“Move away,” he yelled.

“No fucking way,” Harry shouted back.

I looked up to see him sheltering me. I pushed myself up on my hands, fighting to stand up. The two unidentified men charged at Harry from each side, and to my horror, I watched as they started to fight.

Harry did his best to hold them away while I scrambled to get to the door of the stadium. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the fight, sobbing loudly, every time I heard Harry grunt in pain. At last, one of the men hit Harry on the knee with the pipe, causing him to buckle down.

I screamed and quickly got to my feet. My mind was completely shut off, and my body was reacting on pure survival instinct alone. I ran to the door, screaming and banging on it in the hopes that the security guards would hear.

“That won’t work,” a new voice said.

I jerked around and saw one of the men in front of me. I glanced to the sides, looking for a way to escape. The door was cold against my back, and I leaned into it, hoping it would open up and let me, in.

“It’s sealed off,” the man said. He laughed. “It’s amazing what money can persuade people to do. The Janitor, who cleans this place, indeed knows how to charge for his services.”

“What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice shaking.

The man laughed again, this time mockingly. “Oh, my dear Ludmilla…” He took a step closer. “You’ll find out soon enough.” He took out something in his right hand. As another lightning flashed across the sky, I saw that it was a syringe.

“You’re going to feel a little sleepy, love,” he said and lunged at me.

I tried to remember everything that Liam had taught me about self-defense. With one jab from my elbow, I managed to hit my attacker in the ribs. He groaned and the hesitation gave me an opportunity to run.

I hadn’t taken the other guy into account. He stepped out and caught me in his arms. I twisted and turned, trying to get away, but to no avail.

“Little bitch,” the other guy muttered as he walked over to me. “And here I was trying to play nice.”

He struck out, the needle piercing the skin on my neck. The man took me, and I could feel him lift me up.

“Take the pop-star too,” he said. “I’m going to have some fun with him later.”

“Yes, sir,” the other attacker said.

“And Jamie,” my captor said. “Don’t fuck up again.”

Then everything went black.

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