Isolated // H.S {ON HOLD}

ch 14: Creep

There was only one time when I woke up in the middle of the night and thought that I was home. It didn’t happen on that first night. In fact, it didn’t happen until several months after I had been taken, when I woke up searching for my alarm clock. For a moment, I was confused. When I couldn’t find it, I finally remembered where I was.

But this only happened once.

On the morning of June 6, I woke up and knew immediately where I was.

It had been a long night. For one thing, it had rained. The sides of the tent were dripping with condensation. But Harry had dug a small trench around the outside to funnel the water away, so at least our bedding was not wet.

Another thing that made it a long night was the fact that Harry kept getting out of bed. He’d get up, unzip the tent, and go outside. I could hear him out there, huffing and puffing through some kind of exercise. He did this every night. Get up. Go outside. Work through a series of stretching exercises, puffing as he bent and stretched and worked his muscles. I don’t know if he did it because he was nervous or if it was part of his fanatical exercise routine, but I don’t think he ever slept through the night for the entire time that I was with him.

When I woke up, the sun was just beginning to break over the top of the mountains. My mouth was dry. I ached from sleeping on the ground, pressed against the side of the tent, trying to put some space between my captor and myself. 

As daylight broke, the birds began to chatter from above us. Then the wind began to stir, moving down the canyon to the valley floor below. Harry and Louis crawled out from underneath their bedding. I grew tight, afraid to move. If I kept my eyes closed, maybe they would go back to sleep. If I didn’t move, maybe they would leave me alone. If I pretended I was asleep, maybe they would just go away. 

I felt a gentle touch accross the top of my head. It was a hand. Stroking my hair. Harry's hand to be exact. I felt his hand brish the top of my temple and tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

I tucked my head in between my arms, attempting to ease away from Harry's touch. My eyes where sore from lack of sleep and I'd gotten a spitting headache from the lack of water i'd had in the past few hours.

Suddenley, I felt two strong arms wrap around my torso and a pair of soft, gentle lips rest on my cheek.

I was frozen. I couldnt move. I knew what was going to happen next but i couldnt bring myself to stop him. This felt wrong. Very wrong. And i was in no way happy about what was to come.

I burried my head further into my pillow. Hoping, praying, begging that i'd be saved.