Different.

Kate Wilson is your ordinary 19 year old girl. She has a job at Starbucks and while on her way home from work one night meets a boy who changes her life completely for the worse. Read to find out what happens on Kate's horrific journey of getting to know her kidnapper, Harry Styles.

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10. Chapter 10

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It's been three hours since Harry had left to go to the store. Mine and Ian's conversation quickly died down after he had mentioned I was never getting out of here, the least he could've done is tell me that Harry could possibly have a change of heart and let me go home. Just a small glimpse of hope was all I needed really, even if it was false. It was all I could have.

I sighed and rested my head against the wall behind me, attempting to relax a little.

My head shoots up to the direction of the room where the door is placed as it slowly creaks open.

"Kate?" Harry's deep voice whispers.

"Harry? Is that you?" I ask, already knowing the answer to the question.

"Yes." He slowly approached my chair and began to lightly tug at the ropes tightly caressing my small wrists. I sigh in relief as I feel the rigid rough ropes fall silently to the ground, freeing my now sore and cut wrists.

"Come on, we're going to go for a walk." He demanded. I willingly followed behind him, I haven't been outside in ages and I desperately hoped when he said we were going on a walk it would be outside.

As soon as we were out of the dark, cold room I now call my home I looked down at my wrists, mentally preparing myself for the image of the damage I was about to endure. A tear falls slowly falls down my cheek and on to the brown hardwood floor. I never thought I would ever see my wrists like this ever again. Not since that time. I preferred not even thinking about it but seeing my wrists in this state left me no choice.

Harry immediately came to a halt.

"Why are you crying?" He softly placed his thumb under my chin and tilted my head up so that our eyes were connected.

"My wrists hurt." I spoke so quietly it would barely pass for a whisper. I feared he would get mad and just injure me more if I were to complain. To my surprise, he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom then gently placed me on the counter.

"Stay there." He commanded. I nodded my head and did as I was told. He seemed to be in one of his good moods and I wasn't about to change that any time soon. He soon returned with a small box that had a bright red cross placed on the cover, I automatically recognized it as a medial kit. Why would he want heal me if he was the one to cause my injuries in the first place? He's not supposed to care about me, he is the one who put my life into internal misery after all.

He took a few cotton swabs out of the box and began to clean out the sore wounds covering both my small wrists. He placed a couple of bandages over the cuts and then kissed them gently. He tilted his head up facing me, guilt and regret filled his bright green eyes.

"I'm sorry." He murmured, placing a soft kiss to my temple.

"It's okay." I whispered reassuringly, although I wasn't exactly forgiving him for all this but, in his defence he did look like he really meant it.

"Where do you want to walk?" He asked.

"Can we go somewhere outside?" I responded.

"Why?" He gave me a suspicious look.

"It's just, I really love the outdoors. I always have, and I miss being able to breath fresh air and see the sun. Please?" I begged. This would also be a really good time to escape. Though, I don't think Harry will keep my out of his sight for long. I need to find a way to distract him.

He starred at me for a long while before giving in and taking my hand, leading me out the door. He intertwined our fingers as we began to walk down a long dirt path in the middle of two flower fields. I looked up at his figure, so tall and toned and so different compared to my small and weak one. He looked down and flashed me a warm smile.

He was so hard to figure out, one minute he's slamming me into walls and screaming in my face. The next he's sweet and nice, holding my hand and smiling sweetly. I've never met anyone like him before. He's so scary yet so delicate at the same time and I somewhat wished I could take the time to break through his shell and figure him out but escaping and making it home to my family alive has of much more importance to me.

I scanned the flowery fields for a good place to hide for a while if I were able to make my move and run away while we're on this walk.

I jump slightly when I hear a males voice call Harry's name from behind a group of tall trees.

"Zayn! Ay mate how've you been?" Harry greeted him with a quick hug, releasing my hand. My heart started racing as I realized this would be the time to run, he could grab my hand at any second and my chance would be gone. I watched the two men chat for a few seconds, Harry seemed quite into the conversation which meant this was the distraction I had hoped for since the night I got here and I had planned my escape route.

Without any hesitation I sprinted in the opposite direction of the old run down house I refused to call my home for the rest of my life as fast as I could. Not looking back nor stopping to take any breaths. I wanted to make sure I was far, far away before I dared to even think about taking a break. I heard Harry angrily shouting after me, I know there would be strict consequences if he were to catch me which pushed me to run faster and faster.

I spot an old oak tree in the distance and decided that I would hide behind it for a while as I caught my breath. I heard Harry's footsteps getting closer and closer. If I knew where I was I would be able to know which direction to go in to arrive home but I had absolutely no clue where my whereabouts where. I didn't recognize a single object around me. No signs, no buildings, or no people.

I took a deep breath and decided to just calm down and relax for a little bit. In my mind, if I wasn't with Harry I was safe.

The sky begun to change from a bright blue to a dull grey as it became closer and closer to night time. I hated the dark and dreaded being out here alone in the woods bit it was better than being alone in the old dusty room tied up in a chair.

I took the chance and began to walk out in the open, I had seen no sign of Harry for quite a long time now so I had assumed he had given up. Which is something I never imagined possible.

I kept walking until I approached a small wooden sigh pegged down into the dirt road reading "Creakton Place" I had never heard of Creakton place before, there was never any mention of it anywhere. Not even in geography, where we talked about every possible place in this town known to man as it was so small. I shrugged and decided to take a left turn, hoping for the best.

My heart stopped as I heard the sound of a twig snapping in half behind me. I quickly spun around, scanning the open area but there was nobody to be seen. I figured it was just my imagination kicking in as I started getting paranoid in the darkness and continued walking.

I began to feel hot breath against my neck, my heart started pounding out of my chest as I felt arms snake around my waist and lips coming in contact with the delicate skin on my neck, sucking and biting. I shivered at his cold touch, how the hell did he find me? I had seen no sign of him for miles and he suddenly appears when I finally decide to come out of hiding. His lips linger all over my neck and collar bones, he ran his long fingers down my back and softly moaned into my ear. I closed my eyes, my tense body began to relax and my breathing began to steady again. I gave into him and let him do whatever he wanted with me. I was done. I felt like he owned me, like he had a power over me that I couldn't describe but I almost liked it.

My eyes widened and I suddenly snapped back to reality. I quickly turned around to face him. Nobody was there. But I swore I felt his touch, I felt his lips and his breath against my neck. I swore he was there, I could still feel his presence. My heart rate began to speed up again, maybe it was just my paranoia kicking in, it had to be. Right?

I continued with my plan, attempting to forget these last few minutes had ever occurred. I was snapped out of my thoughts as my small figure was violently thrown down on to the dirt road. His body overpowering mine as he pinned my wrists over my head. I whimpered in pain as his face inched closer and closer to mine.

"And here I was thinking we were beginning to become friends." He harshly whispered.

AN: Sorry for not updating in months! I've been so busy! :( Please comment what you think and if you want more, I'll update again tomorrow if you guys want. X

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