Life on the Run

When something happens to Bree's parents that they won't recover from, Bree and her two sisters, Gabriella and Aubrey, have to run away. Trouble always seems to find them when they are alone. When Bree get separated from her sisters she gets into major trouble. Will she be able to escape this trouble? What happens if she gets caught? Will they hurt her? Will anybody be able to help her? Read to find out.


9. Confused

I heard a door open and close from outside of the bathroom. I heard the heavy footsteps get louder as they came closer to me, it sounded like they were running. I heard the jingle of the bathroom doorknob and managed to turn my head sideways enough, ignoring the searing pain, to see who was coming in.


The door burst open and in flew a familiar man. He was short and stocky, bald and muscular. His eyes scanned the room for a second until they fell upon me.

"Bree? What happened? Are you hurt?" He rushed over to me. He put his hands on my bare back and I tried to move away from him, all I could manage was a flinch.

I tried to scream, to let everybody in the hotel know that this man was trying to kidnap me again. The only sound that left my mouth was a groan.


"Bree, it's all right. I'm going to text Harry and let him know where we're at so he can take us to the hospital." James said as he sat me up, draping a towel over me. Why would he call Harry? Was he really in on all this? Getting my parents murdered, kidnapping me? Why would he do something like that?

"No." I barely managed to whisper, my throat dry and hoarse.

"What was that?" James said as he looked up from his phone.

"No," It came out a little louder this time. I spoke as loud as I could. "Don't call him."

"What's wrong? I don't understand. Don't you want to go home?" he asked, obviously confused.

Did he mean his house? "Not with you." And James looked like I just crushed him.

"W-why?" his voice shook. He spoke softly, "I'm sorry about what happened earlier, I guess I kind of overreacted a bit. I'm sorry." And he looked down at his hands.

What was he talking about? I haven't seen James since, well, you know.

I just sat there, not able to talk.

"I guess I'll call an ambulance, I'll wait 'til they get here. Do you want to get dressed?" he asked.

"No-" he cut me off.

"Are you sure? There are going to be people in the lobby, they will see you-" I cut him off.

"I want to get dressed, but I don't want to go back to the hospital."

He seemed like he was trying to decide what to do. "Can you stand?" He asked reaching towards me to steady me.

"Yeah, I think so," I held the towel tightly against my body, "Could you hand me my clothes? They're hanging on the door."

"Oh, yeah. Here you go." He said and handed them to me. We stood there awkwardly for a second, "I'll be out here waiting for Harry." And he was gone.

I got dressed as fast as my sore limbs would allow, and carefully left the bathroom. I felt like there was a concert going on in my head. Every little noise was intensified and it sounded as if my heart was the beat and it was pounding so loud everybody would be able to hear it.

"James?" I asked quietly when I didn't see him in my room. Why was I calling for him? Shouldn't I be running away and hiding from him? I think I'm going crazy.

"James? Are you here?" I called louder as I neared the door to the room.

It opened suddenly and I jumped back.

"Bree?" But it was Niall.

"Niall?" I asked and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Yes, I'm here. Is James here? I heard you call his name. I swear to God, if he is here I will kick his-"

"Well, he was here. I mean, he found me in the bathroom, and then he texted Harry and told him to come pick us up, and he wanted me to come home with him, and I think Harry was apart of everything, but I called him, Harry picked me up from James's house, he was with my sister. Was Harry just pretending, how couldn't you know, didn't he tell you?" I was crying now, I was mad at Niall. I don't know why I was. Because he didn't know? How was he supposed to know?

"Bree, I think you hit you head really hard, you're confused. Let me explain." He said softly and took a step towards me. He was about a foot in front of me now.

"No, don't come near me!" I yelled taking a step back, almost tripping over my own feet.

I saw Harry's head pop in through the open door, "Is everything all right in here? I heard yelling."

"You!" I screamed at him, "You murdered my parents!" And I ran at him. Niall didn't expect it, Harry didn't expect it, I didn't even expect it! But I charged, my head and limps protesting against it. But I ignored the pain and flung myself at him. I started pounding on him as hard as I could, scratching and clawing, whatever I could do. I was furious.

I could tell that my punches did little to him. I was weak and exhausted.

"Bree! What are you doing?" Harry yelled holding up his hands in front of him face.

I was about to push him out the door when two arms wrapped around me and pulled me back.

I had hair in my face and my breathing was heavy and uneven. "Let me go!" I screamed.

"Bree, calm down. He didn't do anything. What's wrong?" Niall asked.

"Are you serious? Did you seriously just ask that?" I couldn't believe it, he was taking Harry's side after all that he's done, "He killed my parents. Didn't you hear me? He was texting James and he was going to pick us up, and he was going to take me to James's house." I became silent as I stared at their expressions. They were looking at me as if I were speaking Japanese.

"Bree," Niall came tome, and this time I didn't back away. "You're confused, I was in the bathroom with you. I texted Harry to pick us up. James was never here. You're just a little confused, that's all. Let's go home."  He gently pulled me towards the door, "It's all right, I promise." He said after I hesitated.

"Harry, I'm sorry." I apologized as we walked past him through the doorway.

He didn't say anything, he just kept his head down. Now I felt really bad. I hurt him. Why do I always hurt people?

We got into Harry's car and headed back to the house.




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