Resistance → dark h.s.

Chapter 4

Her face held so much fear, I wanted to scream out and tell her to run away. She didn't know of anything that would happen now that they had her, now that they found her. It was over now. Even though her confused face was covered with a blindfold, you could still see the tears and the frightful look she held so closely to her, like it was the only feeling she could feel any more besides sadness. Oasis was a nice person, she never fought, did drugs, smoked, and now all off that stuff was going to be unwillingly dragged into her life and she couldn't do anything about it. Resisting wasn't an option to them. They finally reached the car and threw her in. I went to speak, but Harry's hand soon covered my mouth in duct tape. I looked at him and started kicking and yelled muffled curse words at him, only to be smacked. I shriveled in my own sadness, losing all courage. My teary eyes looked back at Oasis, not able to do anything. She didn't have any duct tape covering her mouth, indicating the before hand threats they must have given her. I could feel a cold, hard, metallic object against my back. Harry's body got intensely closer to mine. "Say one word, do one thing, and your life will be a living hell." I obliged, kicking his shin and elbowing him. I tried getting closer to her, close enough to touch her, in the least, but was unsuccessful when I was pulled back my hair. "That was a dumb choice, babe." He purposely italicized his words to annoy me. This was all too much. I couldn't breath, there was a black ring lining my sight. My chest felt heavy, I began hyperventilating. I don't know where this came from. Hearing Oasis cry made me want to cry. She was my bestfriend. It was all still unnoticed, my severe struggle with breathing.

"Shit. Guys look." We didn't have to look, we could hear. There were audible sirens now, and my breathing got worse. Harry still hasn't noticed. "Niall, Harry, grab the guns. Zayn, watch the girls." Liam shouted the demands. Harry took the gun in his hand and grabbed one of the ammo clips and shot up out of the sun roof and started shooting. Zayn moved me to the back with Oasis, guarding us from the back windshield so we weren't seen by the cops. I couldn't breath at all now, and I started grabbing things, anything. I tried speaking soft words as much as I could. "I *wheeze* can't-" Oasis had cut me off, yelling. "Dude, she can't fucking breath! Do something!" Zayn was alerted and he looked at me. "Shit. Calvin!" Code names, almost forgot. "What!" He shot three times and you could hear the screeching of the tires. "Leigh! She's having a panic attack! What do I do?" He didn't answer, he just kept shooting. Zayn left and got to the front to look for any type of bag. "Hey. Just breath slowly. Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. Just control your breathing as much as you can." Oasis spoke those words to me, just like she has before. But she didn't know it was me, all because I couldn't speak. I took the chance to grab her wrist, feeling the cold hand cuffs they restricted her with. I found her fingers, letting then graze over the one thing they never took from me. Our infinity rings. They were exactly the same, on the same hand and finger. I let her fingers graze across it, then across her own. She gasped. I pressed my finger to her lips. She understood, she knew. My breathing had calmed and when Zayn came back empty handed, I was relieved that Oasis was there to calm me. He sighed and made us duck down, hiding ourselves. The multiple gunshots that rang throughout the car were enough to make any girl go deaf. It was horrible. There were small explosions from some of the police cars, but it all seemed endless. Everything. My ears were ringing, I couldn't hear any screaming or even any commands that were being yelled around.

"We're done. I don't see anymore cops, or even helicopters. We need to go back. We've got her, it's done." Liam looked at all of us through the rear view mirror, as if asking for any replies, but he just shrugged and started driving back. My ears felt as if they were bleeding. I felt like stabbing my own body elsewhere, just to focus on another fraction of pain. I couldn't hear anything, not even the screaming Harry right next to me. My eyes felt droopy and I had a pounding headache. I couldn't see anything in the next moment, passing out from the excessive amount of pain. I finally woke up and I was in the room at Harry's house. I didn't have the ringing in my ears anymore and I still had a slight pound in my head. I sighed and got up, walking over to the ajar door. I opened it even more and didn't see Harry. I walked to the Living Room, noticiing a relatively big book shelf that I hadn't noticed before. I walked over and scanned over he abundance of books and lightly skimmed over the spin of the books before I was interupted by Harry walking in the house, with bags of groceries. "Do you mind helping, or not?" I scurried over to him and grabbed some of the graceries from him, setting them on the counter. I huffed and went to walk away when he grabbed me a turned me around, "Tonight, you will go to Niall's, he wants you to help him with Oasis. She's not cooperating and we need you to tell her a shit load of lies to make her like it here, and while you're doing that, I'm gonna go out. Got it?" he held me by my shoulders making me tremble. I nodded my head agreeing. "Good. Now start cleaning this place up, and cook me some damn food while you're at it." I nodded and loooked at the nearest clock, seeing that the time was 10:30. I started to cook him an omelet and some bacon, while I had some scrambled eggs and some toast. 

I finished cooking and called for Harry. He came down the hallway, sweat dripping from his now shirtless body. He had a towel wrapped around his neck and a bandana around his head, holding his hair back. I showed him his food and he sat down at the bar eating his food. "Get me a glass of orange juice." I nodded and went to get a cup from the cabinet and filled it with the pulpy juice. I handed it to him and began eating the food I made for myself. We ate in a awkward silence, not speaking of anything. But finally, Harry spoke, "So I am going to take you to nialls after dinner tonight, then I'm leaving, and if you do any sort of funny buisness, I will fucking beat you to a pulp." I nodded and returned to eating. "What do you want for dinner?" I asked. He almost replied imediately. "Just cook some fetuchini or something." I nodded and went to take a shower.

I couldn't contain anything anymore. All the bundled up emotions just fell out in the shower and washed away with the rest of me. I knew life now, wasn't going to change. It hurt me so much to look at Oasis and think that it was all my fault. My dad is probably a big mess, and it's my fault. I could hear Harry walking down the hallway so I stopped crying and washed everything and got our, putting the towel around my body and going to "my" room. I put on a pair of high waisted jeggings and a floral shirt. I sighed and layed down on my bed, thinking of all the shit that I caused the past 3 days, making my emotions crazed. I looked at the table and saw a cigarette. I knew that I couldn't smoke it, I needed to stop. Finally I dazed off into my own escape.