15. Chapter 15
I woke up the next morning to find I was in bed on my own. I rubbed at my eyes before throwing the blanket off of me. I wonder where everyone is.
Just as I was about to get up and wash my face I realised. How was I going to wash my face? I am locked in here from the outside. I sigh and timidly walk over to the locked door. I stare blankly at it for a moment before shakily raising my fist and knocking on it a few times. I hear heavy footsteps from the other side before they stop right outside the door. Please let whoever it is be in a good mood! The boys are free to do whatever they want to me today and to say I was scared was an understatement.
The door swung open to reveal a topless Harry in the same joggers he was wearing last night. He wore a grim expression as he saw me almost as if he was irritated to see me. He was the one who kidnapped me!
“Yes?” he asks while leaning against the doorframe. Is he being serious?!
“I-I need to go to the bathroom.” I stammer. Why did he always seem to intimidate me? Oh yeah…he wants to rape me. He suddenly smirks and trails his eyes up and down my body. What is up with his random mood changes?! His eyes meet mine and are black with lust.
“I think you look better in the mornings.” He licks his lips. “I could get used to this.” He mummers more to himself. I mentally grimace at his attempts of being seductive. If he wasn’t such a dick then maybe I would have reacted differently….
I shift uncomfortably as he stares at me with his intense gaze.
“I need to err wash my face?” I say. Why did that come out as a question? His eyes suddenly narrow at me.
“Don’t take too long. We’re going to have a lot of fun today and as I’m sure you’ve been told, I don’t like to be kept waiting.” He says still holding his smirk. Ok…?
I stiffly nod my head while he steps aside to let me through. I sprint to the bathroom wincing every now and then still feeling the soreness in between my legs reminding me of yesterday’s events. What have I done to deserve this?!
I look around the place as I run and notice that nobody else is here so it’s just me and Harry alone. No Zayn to save me again….
As soon as I reach the bathroom and instantly look at my reflection in the mirror, I notice a red mark from where that blonde guy had slapped me yesterday. I sigh as I lift my finger and stupidly prod at it. I wince as I do and sigh. Is this going to happen to me every day? I need some sort of a plan to get the hell out of here fast.
But first….I have to deal with Harry.
I quickly open the taps and rinse my face with the soap provided before drying myself off. I quickly walk out of the bathroom not wanting to anger Harry. I wonder if he’ll give me breakfast or if he’s going to starve me. I was hungry. I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch yesterday.
I shuffle back over to my room to find Harry sitting on the bed with a tray of food placed on his lap. I frown as soon as I see him with the food. He also looks at me confused.
“What? You didn’t think I was that heartless did you?” he asks amused. Well yes….you want to rape me.
“What good would you be in bed if you were dead?” Yep there’s the cold and heartless Harry again. Where did he even get the food from? I didn’t see a kitchen anywhere! Oh well I’m starving so I’m not complaining.
“Are you going to come over here and eat or not? I could easily just throw this in your face and fuck you senseless right here now.” He asks slightly angrier than before. Whoa chill I’m coming!
I walk over towards him and cautiously sit next to him and he hands the tray over to me. Why is he suddenly being so caring? Is it just because he wants me for the sex? He could quite easily kill me and I’m sure he’s done it before so it won’t be a problem for him.
I stare at the food for a moment seeing what he got me. 2 slices of toast and a carton of low fat milk. I guess I just have to eat dry toast then?
“I don’t want you getting fat now do I?” he says studying my expression. Did he seriously just say that? What an asshole! Oh well, food is food I guess! And I’m lucky I even have food!
I shakily pick up a slice of the toast and crunch on it and savour it. I may not be given lunch so I may as well enjoy the little I have now.
“Hurry up bitch I don’t have all day!” Harry snaps at me unexpectedly causing me to jump. So much for savoring it! I eat as quickly as I can and gulp down the milk. EW. I hate raw milk. Oh god! Why am I acting like a spoilt brat?! At least I have food!
I sigh as soon as I am finished with my small meal. I’m not looking forward to whatever Harry has planned for me next. I just hope he’s going to be gentle but I highly doubt that.
Harry snatches the tray from me and throws it across the room. I wince when I hear it smash into the wall and probably snapping in half.
Suddenly, I am flung onto my back on the bed with Harry hovering on top of me. He licks his lips with lust before bringing his face down so his lips brush against mine.
“You know. You’re hot when your asleep.” He murmurs against my lips. I fight the urge to knee him in the balls again as he says this.
Wait! Was he watching me sleeping?! Creepy asshole!
I freeze as he moves his face to my neck and he places a small kiss there sending shivers down my body. He places another one right below my ear and continues this all over my neck. His kisses becoming rougher and rougher by the second. He suddenly moves his hips so his groin is resting against mine. He roughly presses his hips against mine causing me to wince in pain. I still haven’t recovered from yesterday. I can’t do this.
He continues to grind against me while he roughly attacks my neck. I am on the verge of tears and I feel like I’m going to puke. Nope I need to get away from him.
Out of pure anger and desperation, I do something extremely stupid. I lift my left hand up and punch him square in the jaw causing him to roll over and groan in pain. A number of profanities leave his mouth followed by my name in small yelps. Uh Oh.
I take this opportunity to get off of the bed and dash out of the open door. Idiot forgot to close it! HA!
I frantically look around to find the front door but I cannot see it. Where the hell is it?! There must be a front door somewhere! I really did not think this through.
I suddenly hear his heavy footsteps close behind me as he yells my name in utter rage. Oh shit I’m screwed….
I quickly race over to the only place I could think of. The bathroom. I quickly but quietly shut the door behind me and click the lock shut before backing away from it. Hopefully that should buy me some time but now he has me cornered with nowhere to go. I’m so stupid!
Where the hell is the front door?! I could have sworn there was one when I first arrived here!
So now I am limited down to two options.
I can either wait for Harry to find me and let him do whatever he wants to me in his angry state.
I could find something in here quickly and end all of this misery now.