Twisted Minds [h.s]

Prologue

I speed my legs down the dark, empty and narrow street as I try to keep my wheezes and heavy breaths as quiet as I possibly can.

I don't know where he is, but I can't stop running.

I put my hand on my chest, continuing to sprint down the road, trying to ease my pounding heart. I see a small alleyway a few metres away and throw myself around the corner of it and out of the main street.

Please god where is this man.

I feel my eyes sting with tears as I come to the conclusion that there is absolutely the smallest chance of getting out of this situation. This just had to happen at 4 o'clock in the morning where this looks like an absolute ghost town. I can't even scream out for help because I know the minute I do, he will know where I am and will come for me.

I press my back against the brick wall and slowly slide down it, onto the ground, pulling my knees into my chest, attempting to camouflage myself as much as I possibly can.

I throw my hands over my mouth to muffle my deep breaths and to keep me from crying. I feel the salty tears roll down my cheek and onto my hands but I refuse to make any noise. I'm too close to getting away to fuck it up for myself.

The lump in my throat rises as I hear the familiar voice call out from what seems like a very short distance away.

"Sophie. You're making this a whole lot harder on yourself. Come out now, love" His deep, husky accent rings through my ears as I freeze completely, pinching my eyes shut.

Do I run? Do I sit here and hope he gives up? What do I do? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck

I finally come to the bold decision to continue to run. Maybe if I'm fast enough I can make it back to the hotel room and lock myself in without him knowing I've even left the street.

I very slowly, push my body off the ground with my hands so i am not positioned in a squat. I peak around the brick corner and see that he is nowhere to be seen.

I use all the little strength I have left in my legs to push myself all the way up standing. I look to my right and see an open ending on the other side of the alley, which looks like it leads to another open street.

Okay, this is my chance.

I keep my back close to the brick wall as I slowly make my way down the short alley until I'm now on the opposite corner of the same wall.

I peak my head out very slowly, and see that there is not one human in sight.

I let out a deep but quiet breath, trying to regain my energy and finally with my full force, I bolt.

I run straight from that corner and I don't stop to even think about if I'm heading in the right direction at the moment, all I know is I gotta keep going.

I feel my sneakers start to slip off my feet and as I look down at them, I stumble and fall flat on my palms.

I cuss to myself and look back behind me. I am relieved to see that he is absolutely nowhere in sight.

I pull myself back up to my feet, ignoring the stinging pain in my palms and knees and continue to just fucking sprint.

I take one last look behind me as I run into something hard, and solid.

Once again, I fall over except I now fall backwards and back onto my already stinging, scraped palms.

My breath gets hitched in my throat as I slowly look up to meet those dark, evil green eyes.

"You weren't trying to run away from me, were you love?" His malicious voice rings through my ears and I swallow the lump rising in my throat.

"Please let me go, Harry." I plead as I look up to him from the ground in the most weak and vulnerable position.

"Oh, doll. I'm not going to kill you. Is that what you think of me? Do you think I'm some murderer?" He bends down in a squat so he's now at eye level with me.

"N-no. I don't. Please just let me leave." I whisper to him as the tears fall down my cheeks.

He reaches his arm out to me and puts his right hand on my cheek, using his thumb to wipe away a falling tear.

"God. Aren't you just so dramatic? Up you get." He grabs my wrists and stands up, pulling me up with him.

I let out an uncontrolled sob and with that he grabs my jaw and pulls me, full force towards his face.

The scent of mouthwash and cigarettes fill my nostrils as his face is only centimetres away from mine and his mouth is open and breathing deeply, and angrily.

"Shut the fuck up, doll. Or so god help me, I will turn into your worst nightmare right fucking now." His jaw clenches as his eyes stare deep into mine.

The courage to even speak, completely vanishes from me as I stand there with tears streaming down my face and a ring covered hand holding my jaw in place.

This is what happens when you're in the wrong place at the wrong time.

This is my life now.

I am truly stuck with Satans spawn and I don't know how I'm going to get out of this.

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okay anyway imma actually finish this book hopefully if this intrigued anyone anyway woop

chile anyways goodnight xx