Twisted Minds [h.s]

T H I R T Y T W O

After we got back to the house, I went straight to the bedroom I'm staying in with the minimal energy I had left. I ignored Harry the entire time; completely avoided even looking in his direction.

Now I'm sitting in the bedroom with the door locked, in my sweatpants and hoodie, wanting to pull my fucking hair out.

I don't think I've ever met a more vile human being in my entire life. And I thought my parents were horrible. Oh god, they are angels compared to this monster.

It's now minutes off five in the morning and I'm completely exhausted from my disastrous night, but I just can't sleep.

I have too much on my mind.

I crawl off of the bed and go into the small bathroom, looking into the mirror at my horrific appearance.

The bruise around my neck has faded a lot, and is now a shade of green, yellow and brown tinges and I have a small scar on my temple from being knocked out with the gun, which feels like an absolute lifetime ago.

The worst month I've ever had in my nineteen years of living. Truly.

I huff, before turning to the shower and leaning into it. I turn the taps on and immediately the water shoots out from the shower head.

After stripping off my clothes, I step into the flowing water, letting the heat melt away the tension I felt in my muscles. And calm the tension I had in my mind.

After feeling like I've been standing under the hot water for ages, I finally turn off the tap and step out of the shower.

I put on a different pair of sweatpants and a different hoodie, throwing the other clothes into the hamper and finally flopping down on the bed.

I peer over at the clock, seeing that it reads 5:24am.

I let out a quiet groan, burying my face into the pillow and pulling the doona cover over my drained body, not caring about the fact my hair is still wet and that the lights are still on.

And as I bury my face into the pillow, instantly I crash into a deep, much needed sleep.

"We don't have all fucking day!" My eyes shoot open as the commotion I'm hearing from downstairs screams volumes.

I hear voices of men. Voices that I don't recognise in even the slightest.

Who's here? Who would the boys have over especially this early?

Oh wait.

The trade.

I thought I was just going to go with it and give up. But I don't give up. Fuck that. That's not me.

Adrenaline immediately pumps through my half asleep, panicked body, and without hesitation I pull myself out of bed. It's only fucking eight in the morning.

How am I going to get out of this right now?

I pull at my hair as I spin in circles, trying to figure out how to get away. I run to the bedroom door and pull on the handle, feeling relieved that the door is still locked from last night.

"Think Sophie, Think." I whisper to myself before turning my head to the window. Okay. Okay this is good.

I rush over to the window and pull open the heavy curtains. I'm met with an extremely large window, that has no opening.

But luckily, this is the window that's on the side of the house. So that's an advantage.

I curse under my breath, before quickly going to the bedside table and grabbing the lamp.

Lord, I might regret this.

Rushing back to the window, I look down at the drop from here.

It's not too high. I could make it.

With my entire full force, I slam the lamp into the window, making the glass shatter to the wooden floors and also fall outside onto the grass.

I clench my jaw in frustration, realising that it's not a clean shatter and I will cut my hand like a bitch crawling out of this.

But I'd rather have a cut open hand then be someone's sex slave.

I drop the lamp onto the ground and freeze as I hear the men speak again.

"Who the fuck is breaking shit upstairs?" I hear the deep, unfamiliar voice yell out from downstairs and I feel the lump rise in my throat.

Please, please don't catch me doing this.

I put my legs over the window pane and instantly feel the shards cut into the back of my thighs when I sit, but I ignore the intense pain shooting through my legs as I put my hands onto the space next to my left leg, throwing my body over the edge so that I'm now holding on by only my hands, dangling from the second floor.

I wince as the glass cuts deeply into both of my hands, letting blood run from my palms, all the way down my entire arms, soaking into my hoodie sleeves.

The crimson liquid distracts me for a split second as I watch it pour out like a tap.

That's not good.

I let out a deep breath, looking below me to see the green grass covered with shards of glass.

Okay, okay. I can do this. If I swing back a little bit and then let go, I can avoid the shards going into my bare ass feet and maybe I'll only need stitches on my hands.

God, Sophie. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

I use my legs to swing forward against the house slightly, before I swing back with my full force, letting go of the sharp, broken glass filled window pane.

I thankfully miss the pile of shards, but I also miss my landing as I fall off of my feet, onto the ground after losing my balance that I only had for a split second.

I scrunch my face up in pain and discomfort as I look at my very cut open hands and at the blood that now covers my clothing and my entire hands.

This looks like an absolute crime scene.

I can worry about my hands later. It's fine, I'm fine.

I pull myself to be stood up straight, ignoring the stinging pain that shoots through all the places that the glass cut open.

I move quickly along the grass on my bare feet, coming to the front corner of the house.

Now I just need to run.

I get in the position to start running, gathering all the energy I have left inside of me.

But all of a sudden, my back gets forcefully pushed against the side of the house and a gasp leaves my lips at the sudden contact.

My eyes become wide as I meet a face that I've never seen before in my entire life.

It's the guy who's here to take me.

I'm frozen in complete horror. I cant move or speak.

"There you are, pretty girl.."

♥︎

oh my
GOD

this girl going thru it atm poor thing