Drugged // h.s. [complete]

Twelve

My muscles were burning from not being used for so long and then all of a sudden pushed to their limits. I felt the wind rushing past me, knocking my now quite long hair away from my face. I wasn't wearing shoes as when I woke up this morning I wasn't wearing shoes (obviously, who sleeps with their shoes on?) And in the few minutes I had to get out of the house, I didn't have time to put any on, so I was just in socks, and I already felt the burning of the road through them, but I soldiered on.

It wasn't long before I heard the tires on the dirt track. I knew I had to think of something fast, before that crazy bitch catches me.

Pang! Guilt washed over me for calling her that, even in the situation I was in. But I didn't have time for that, I needed somewhere to hide. I stopped running and looked around me for anything and everything.

I got a genius idea when I discovered there was nothing but tall grass, very tall grass. I didn't have time to wonder where these sudden epiphanies were coming from (maybe God was finally on my side) or how close Amelia now was before I ran off the road and into the grass. To say that the grass was taller than me was an understatement. It towered over me as I ran and ran, changing directions over again just to make sure.

When I'd been running for twenty minutes straight I sat down and decided that that was enough to cover myself. I didn't have any water or food, but the water that I'd had this morning was enough to keep me going for the rest of the day and throughout the night.

I rested for about half an hour and decided to find my way back to the road and walk in the grass alongside about six feet in.

The exhaustion was no match for my determination to get home again, but every now and then, hunger would set in and along came the thoughts. What if I die out here? Where am I supposed to find food? What if I give in and turn around, going running back to Amelia?

But my feet kept taking a step in front of one another over and over again, never stopping because I was worried I wouldn't get up the determination that I carried now again and that I would remain in the one spot afterwards.

I kept thinking about my family and the boys, and my friends. Thoughts of the important people in my life kept me distracted from what it was I was doing and how hard it was to keep going.

When I did find the road it was nearing sunset and the grass was still long, telling me that Amelia had been right when she said that the house was isolated. It looked like no one had even driven past here in years let alone lived here.

I went along with my plan and kept several feet away from the road, still hidden to the world.

By dark I'd been walking too long for my legs to cope, but I kept soldiering on. Not once did I see anything even remote to manmade except for the road and it was infuriating me.

Amelia might as well have dragged me to the desert, minus the heat.

I finally decided that rest was really my best option and I headed into the grass again, horizontal from the road. About five minutes in is where I decided to lay my head down and close my eyes. My exhaustion set in and I almost instantly fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I could hardly open my eyes. I was so exhausted. I was just about ready to fall back asleep when I realised I wasn't sleeping on the dirt-clad ground that I was on when I'd fallen asleep.

To say that realisation woke me up is a full-blown understatement. I shot up from the soft but uncomfortable material bedding to see the interiors of a tidy looking car.

My first conclusion was that Amelia had gotten me, but when I looked at the driver (or the back of them anyway) to see that the driver wasn't female, confirmed by the greying beard that he was sporting.

I looked outside to see the cornfield whizzing past, confused at the current situation.

Although that sense of pride that I'd successfully escaped Amelia and my personal jail was fast to set in. But before I could think about that, I knew I had to ask this man for his name and then thank him.

“Well, finally. You're up! ”He said, looking at me in the rear-view mirror, occasionally shifting his vision between the road and me.

“Where am I? And who are you?”I asked, looking around and taking another look at the car.

 “Well unfortunately, we are still no where near civilisation. And as for the latter question, the name's Bill.”He said, giving up on glancing back at me and focusing his full attention on the road ahead of us.

“Well, thanks for getting me out of those cornfields, but how exactly did you find me?”I asked Bill, folding the blanket that was now resting on my knees.

“Well it's my job to make sure that those 'cornfields' aren't becoming too much of a mess, and that wildlife are okay with the living standards. I have a complicated job, would you believe that I do this every second weekend. Although it does get me away from the wife and four kids.”He said, I noticed the tone of his voice that was egging me on to strike up a conversation.

“Four? Woah, that's a lot. Honestly, I don't blame you for feeling that way. A wife would be enough for me to handle, let alone four kids.”

“Are you saying you don't want kids, Harry?”I picked up quickly on how he knew my name.

“Who's Harry?” I said, joking around.

“Oh please. Everyone on the planet knows who Harry Styles is and what he looks like. And besides, you've been getting a lot of media attention. Kidnapped? Wow.”He said.

“Understandable then.”I laughed. “What I meant is right now. I'm sure as I get older and I do find someone to call mine, I will change my mind. But it gets hard when you've given up on love and you've definitely given up with searching for it.”I said, hanging my head low. Sometimes I hated myself for being on of those people that dulls the mood in the room, but I'm extremely bad at stopping myself from doing so.

“Ay! Ay! Don't think like that. True love does exist and you should never give up on it. You hear me? For all you know you've already found her, you just don't know.”Bill said, igniting a battle within me.

I tried to push back the little voice inside of me screaming out Amelia's name. I was having a war with myself. Nice going Bill!

“I guess so.”I said in a small voice.

I think Bill got the idea and came up with something else to talk about.

“So how long have you been gone?”Bill asked.

“Honestly, I have no idea. I wasn't relly thinking about that at the time. It was more 'how the hell am I gonna get out of here?' that I thought about.”

Lies! You thought about Amelia.

That annoying voice from within me screeched, I had to stop dwelling on it. I was free, pretty much. No more of her sick antics and games. I was free.

Bill and I passed the time by with conversations ranging from music to favourite Pokemon.

But no matter what we talked about, no matter how much I tried to distract myself, I couldn't stop thinking about that blonde.

A/N:

I hope you know/haven't forgotten that Amelia's blonde. Ashley Benson blonde to be precise.

Anyway.

This is dedicated to @elinabrolina for being my latest supporter. Thanks for voting for every chapter girl, you rock like AC/DC (it's an obsession I've learnt to live thru).

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