Misunderstood

Chapter Fifteen

Harper’s POV

“I’m done playing games. I’m ready to get out of here,” Ashton keeps speaking and as I glance around his body I see the furious expression on Mr. Psycho’s face.

“Ashton, chill out,” I murmur as I lightly touch his back to feel him relax a little. His breathing is heavy from the anger radiating throughout his body, but I know that he feels my touch and hears me. 

We can’t let this psycho get the best of us right now. If we lose it, we will be dead in the next hour. 

“You’re done playing games? You’re done playing games? No, you’re done when I say you are! Nobody is leaving this house until all of you realize how wrong and screwed up you all are!” 

I peek around Ashton’s large body again to see that Mr. Psycho is becoming angrier and angrier, his body shaking. Out of the corner of my eye I see a movement and glance to see Sahara grab onto Luke’s hand. Of course she takes comfort in my boyfriend. 

“What do you want from us?” I ask weakly, finally coming out from behind Ashton’s arm and looking towards the television. I see that Mr. Psycho is still on the balcony of the light house, everything behind him pitch black. I can hear the waves hitting against the rocks beneath, and if someone hadn’t of dropped to their death only an hour ago on those rocks, I would say the waves sounded romantic. 

“Oh no, Ashton is done playing games so so am I,” he answers, giving me a quick glare before putting his focus back on us. I can feel Ashton freeze beside me, and I can see the anger he just had now being replaced by fear. 

I am about to speak again when the television suddenly cuts off. We all look blankly at one another for about two seconds before the power cuts out, leaving us in total blackness. I hear someone scream, it has to either be Sahara or Satine because it is a girl’s voice and I suddenly move closer to the large body beside me. 

“Be quiet everyone. Stay right where you are,” Ashton speaks quietly, and I can’t help but moving even closer to his side, my fingers wrapping tightly around his bicep. If I get taken he’s coming with me. 

All I hear in the dark room is labored breathing coming from many different mouths. When suddenly I hear another sound, the sound of a door opening. My breath catches in my throat. 

“He’s in here Ash,” I whisper, my fingers gripping his arm. He steps towards me and I can tell that he has heard both what I said, and the door even though he doesn’t reply. Oh my God, he’s in here. He could be anywhere right now. I close my eyes and try to control my breathing so as to hear his footsteps but I can’t hear anything. 

Suddenly many things happen at once. I hear a girl screaming, and another grunt as if someone has just gotten hit. Ashton tries to run over to the sounds, me stumbling behind him. I hear him curse in front of me, and the sound of breaking glass meaning that he has run into the coffee table. 

“Ta ta for now, folks,” I hear a voice say before hearing the door close again. It isn’t two seconds later before the lights come back on and we see what the struggle was. Calum and Satine are gone. 

-

“We need to do something. We can’t just sit here,” Mr. Winchester speaks, breaking the silence for what feels the first time in an hour but in reality it has only been about ten minutes since we realized Calum and Satine went missing. 

“What are we supposed to do? He took them. They’re gone,” Michael answers rudely. But I can’t say I blame Mikey. There is really nothing we can do. There is no way to get out of here, and he took them. What are we supposed to do to help them.