Run

“I dream of leaving and never looking back. But it’s impossible.” “Then take my hand and we’ll run together.” Rosalie Brookes is running. She’s always running, that’s all she does. She’s lost, running from her deepest and darkest nightmares. The creature within her, its claws tight in her heart, has made her kill everyone she loves. Since watching her mother being murdered through her five year old eyes she’s had a secret. But she’s about to reveal her secret for the first time. To the man that saved her the night she was running. Harry’s lost. He’s always lost. He’s lost everyone and needs to care for someone to make him complete. His twisted past of drinking and drugs is forgotten about. He’s escaped his problems and now wants to help Rosalie do the same. Someone will bring their messed up worlds together. They have a lot more in common than they think. And that may save their lives one day. *** This is the second version of this story I've made so enjoy!

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56. Tied Up

“Harry.”

His eyes slowly opened, a groan escaping his mouth as he finally saw me. He was worse than earlier, cuts all over his face, his eyes black with bruises. His arms were pulled back, his wrists tightly bound behind his back. Samuel had one arm wrapped around his neck from behind, the other around his front, digging tight into the bruises brandished on the soft skin of his revealed stomach. Seeing Harry this battered and used made my powers fly out of control. I had completely forgotten about what happened in that alleyway, how betrayed Harry made me feel. I wanted him back. I wanted everything to go back to the way it is. I was fed up of Samuel controlling my life, killing the people I love. I was going to make sure I killed Samuel tonight. If it was the last thing I did.

Harry’s eyes widened as I violently lunged towards them, my muscles ripping inside of me. I screamed out, only a few feet in front of them before I was forced to a stop, both arms grabbed tightly from each side of me.

“Rosie,” Harry barely sobbed.

My wrists were tied behind my back by a cold metal. I thrashed about wildly, feeling the beast trying to escape from me, to kill Samuel. I watched in anger as Samuel threw Harry away to two other men. They caught Harry before he could collapse to the floor, forcing him to stand up straight. I attempted another lunge at Samuel, but I was quickly stopped, my shoulders being pushed down until I was on my knees. I noticed Harry was fighting too, his face scrunched up in pain as he used all his strength to get to me. But the men merely grabbed his arms tightly, holding him against them with such force that Harry screamed out in agony, tears swelling in his eyes. I stared over at Harry, his chest jerking as his breaths were quick, jagged. His eyes finally connected with mine, his aching pain hitting me hard in the chest. We just stared at each other from across the room, both wishing we could just hold each other.

The sound of heavy footsteps soon caught my attention. My head shot to the front of me as Samuel marched up to my angered form, suddenly striking me across the face. I cried out as heat burnt my cheek. Harry screamed over to us, but his voice was soon cut off as he was kneed in the stomach by another man. He hung his head, whimpering softly.

My head was soon forced to face Samuel again as he cupped my chin roughly. His smirk danced on his thin lips, his fingertips digging into my cheeks. I spat in his face, making the smirk quickly fade away. He struck me again, but it didn’t wipe my grin off my face. Samuel scowled down to me, but my smile defeated him.

I soon felt a pain strike my stomach, Samuel laughing at my aching reaction after he kicked me. The smile was wiped from my lips as I groaned agonisingly. I bowed my head, trying to bend my back, but my shoulders were gripped tightly, refusing to let me move.

My head shot back up to glare at Samuel, anger coursing through my body quicker and quicker, but the only thing from stopping me turn to the beast being Harry. He’s the only one in the room with blood in his body. I’d surely kill him first. I couldn’t put him in trouble. I wasn’t going to hurt him.

“Finally, the girlfriend we’ve been expecting,” Samuel growled.

The men snorted behind me, gripping tighter onto my shoulders. I stayed silent, narrowing my eyes up to his broad figure.

“It’s not like you to be quiet for once, Rosalie,” Samuel continued amusingly, crouching down in front of me.

I still glared, never letting go of his deep eyes. He suddenly pulled back, punching me in the stomach. I whimpered as I hung my head, biting the inside of my cheeks.

“That’s better,” Samuel snapped, slapping his thighs as he stood back up, his muscled body towering over me.

“Bastard!” Harry shouted before he was cut off again, grunting loudly as a cracking sound cut through the air. I kept my head down, squeezing my eyes shut as Harry was beaten again, over and over, his grunts finally simmering down to a whimper.

My head was eventually forced back up, my hair fisted tightly. My eyes shot to Harry’s weak body, his eyes barely open as he took one final beating from Samuel before he finished, Samuel focusing his attention back onto me. Harry’s head drooped as Samuel strolled towards me.

“This is your fault, Rosalie,” he spat down to me, pointing over to Harry’s battered body held up by the two men. “You did this to him.”

“Liar,” Harry mumbled, forcing his eyes back open.

I slowly shook my head at him, silently telling him to stop. I wanted his punishments. I’d rather get hurt. Samuel swiftly turned back around, ready to march up to Harry again, but I stopped him.

“What do you want from us, Samuel?”

Samuel spun back around, that smirk plastered across his pale face. “I want Harry,” he growled back, glancing over his shoulder to him. Harry hung his head as if surrendering to any more attacks, his hands still behind his back.

“Over my dead body,” I spat, glaring up at him.

“That’s the plan actually.”

His smirk sent jolts of fury through my veins. I screamed out in anger, squirming around on my knees, but I couldn’t get myself too angry, for Harry’s sake.

“Did you enjoy the reunion with your loved ones?” He grinned wickedly, crossing his arms over his chest. “You always ran, Rosalie. You never hid the bodies. You just ran.”

He was right. After killing I would always run, leaving the body there to be found. But Liam’s wasn’t found, the news report reminding me. It was finally coming together. Samuel was always there after I killed. He took the bodies after I ran, waiting all this time to use them today.

I could tell by the smirk that he was enjoying this. I glared back up at him. There was so much I wanted to ask that I had questioned throughout my life. I didn’t know where to start.

“Why did you kill them?” I asked. Why did you kill my parents?”

I watched as he glanced back at Harry. He lifted his head up, his bottom lip quivering as he met Samuel’s gaze. Samuel looked back down at me, a smirk across his face.

“Because of you.”

“Why me? What have I got to do with my parents’ deaths?” I replied, my eyes shooting back and forth between Samuel and Harry. Harry bowed his head again, tears falling silently to the ground by his feet.

“You were the child I had always wanted, the one that I could see.” Samuel’s face fell slightly, showing a little amount of emotion on his face. I stared at him shocked as he lowered his gaze, silence growing thick in the room.

“You had a child?” I asked. Harry’s head shot back up, staring at me with red, puffy eyes. “What’s going on?” I asked Harry, searching his bruised eyes for an answer. Samuel stayed silent, staring at my chest as he breathed heavily. “Harry?”

“I’m his son,” he mumbled.

I stared at him, unable to breathe. I wouldn’t believe it. I shook my head at him as Samuel lifted his gaze, glancing back at Harry.

“No,” I muttered, glancing to Samuel before back to Harry. “No, you can’t be. Don’t believe him, Harry…”

“But, Rosie…”

“He wants to kill everyone I love,” I continued frantically. “He’ll do anything to get you to fall into his trap, Harry. He never had a son. He was with Amelia. They had no kids.”

“Not with Amelia,” Samuel finally spoke, emotion flickering in his dark eyes. “With Harry’s mum.”

Harry pressed his lips together, still held tight against the two men as Samuel filled me in on everything. Samuel had a private life. Harry, Harry was his private life. Behind the suit and perfect life with Amelia, he had a secret that no one knew about. The thought made me shudder.

I stared at Harry the whole time Samuel spoke, watching as his face fell with every word Samuel spoke. Tears filled in both our eyes as they locked, Harry mouthing an apology to me.

“So when Harry’s mother stopped my visits to Harry, I moved,” Samuel continued, “and met Amelia and your parents, Rosalie.”

My head shot back up to him as he crouched down in front of me again.

“And they had you.”

He reached out to cup my face, but I flinched away from his touch. I noticed Harry stiffen in the corner of my eye as he watched us. “I could see you whenever I wanted. You were like a daughter to me.”

“And I trusted you,” I retorted. “I loved you when I was little. But you betrayed me, killed my parents and made me into this beast!” My spit sprayed him as I shouted in his face, my teeth gritted.

“I did it because I wanted you to be the child I could never have.”

He placed a cold hand on my cheek, but I shrugged him off. Harry lunged forward, but was soon yanked back again, gripped tightly by the arms.

“Harry’s mother then told me Harry was dead and they moved away in the hope that neither his mother nor Harry would ever see me again. I followed you your whole life, Rosalie, because I wanted you to be mine.”

I snorted, feeling sick with every foul word he spoke.

“I will never be yours,” I hissed.

“Not anymore, no, because I have Harry now.” He smirked, grinning over his shoulder to Harry. The colour drained from Harry’s cheeks as he stared back, his body shaking in the men’s grip.

“Harry is not yours!” I yelled to the back of his head.

His head spun back around, the grin widening on his pale face. “Oh, I think he is, Rosalie,” Samuel spoke. “See, for so long I had believed Harry was dead. Years I spent grieving over him. Until you met him, Rosalie. All those intimate talks you had, I listened into. Once it had been confirmed he really was my son, I wanted him. See, Rosalie, I wanted you to surrender to this beast, to let it take over you, but every time you killed someone you ran. I tried making you give in, to be one of me, but you didn’t, you couldn’t.”

His grin faded as he spoke, anger flickering in his eyes for me.

“You were useless, but then you met Harry. You reunited us again.” He cupped my chin, forcing my head closer to his. “You have a heart, Rosalie. Not many vampires have that.”

I yanked away from his grip on my chin, rage coursing through me.

“Harry won’t let me turn him because of you. He doesn’t want to leave you. You’re the problem in my plan, Rosalie. I don’t need you anymore. I have my son back now. So I’m afraid I have to dispose of you.”

His smirk returned to his face, wiping away the emotion he expressed only moments ago. He raised his hand, clicking his fingers loudly. Harry was soon pushed forward by the men. He stumbled weakly before Samuel marched up to him and grabbed him by the chin. Harry winced, but stayed calm, glaring into Samuel’s deep eyes. Harry hands were tied by cuffs as well, his shirt still ripped open.

I fought against my bonds, trying to force myself back onto my feet. “Get off him!” I screamed, fighting the men grappling me.

Harry stayed silent in Samuel’s grip, eyeing him as Samuel had cupped his chin with his long, slim fingers, tilting his head up. Harry’s breathing was steady as I struggled in the grip of the blokes. They pushed down hard on my shoulders as Samuel moved Harry’s face closer to his. I watched with pure anger as Samuel leaned into Harry, whispering something into his ear. I had to watch as Samuel’s grip was released from Harry’s chin to run his fingers down to his neck. He slowly dragged a nail across along a vein in Harry’s neck. Fright filled Harry’s desperate eyes, fearing any more pain that had already been inflicted on his body.

 As Samuel’s words were spat into Harry’s ear, Samuel’s fingers spread out across Harry’s throat, constricting his neck viciously. Harry’s breathing was caught in his throat, his face scrunched up as Samuel’s grip on his neck tightening, his lips grazing Harry’s ear. Tears swelled in Harry’s eyes, soon running down his beaten face. He began gasping for air, quietly pleading to be let go of. I could feel my muscles tingling, heat rising to my cheeks as my teeth ached inside my mouth. I couldn’t stand watching Samuel touch Harry like this for much longer.

Samuel finally let go of him, his grip on Harry released. Harry coughed and spluttered as he weakly stumbled back, tripping over his own feet, his hands still tightly bound behind his back.

Samuel’s eyes flickered to me before smirking at Harry. “I don’t know which parents I enjoyed killing the most,” Samuel grinned. “Harry’s or yours, Rosalie.”

Rage burned up inside of me. We both suddenly screamed out, lunging towards him at the same time. I managed to get to my feet as Harry smashed his foot into Samuel’s groin, but he didn’t react, just grinned at Harry’s anger. I marched forward, but the hair on the back of my head was grabbed tightly. I cried out as my upper body was forcefully bent backwards, the man pulling tightly on my hair.

“Rosie!” Harry yelled. He stepped away from Samuel and lunged towards me.

“No, Harry!” I shouted as Samuel pounced on him. I was pushed back down onto my knees forcefully. Samuel wrapped one arm around Harry’s front, Harry’s back pressed to Samuel’s chest. Harry’s face grew pale before he violently squirmed in Samuel’s grip. Samuel’s hand grabbed onto Harry’s curls, tilting Harry’s head to the side. Harry whimpered like a child at the tugging action inflicted on him, tears brimming over his eyes. Samuel’s teeth were dangerously close to Harry’s neck, making me stop fighting instantly. His neck was clearly exposed, Samuel’s sharp teeth grazing across his skin. Harry held his breath, squeezing his eyes shut as Samuel sniffed loudly, his eyes looking at me the whole time, silently challenging me.

“Don’t think that I won’t,” he hissed at me, wrenching Harry’s head to the side further. Harry whined, his eyes tightly shut as the ends of Samuel’s teeth dug slightly into his neck. Tears dripped out of Harry’s closed eyes, running from the corners of them.

“Okay,” I finally spoke. “I’m sorry.”

Samuel kept hold of my eye contact, his teeth still close to Harry’s skin.

“Beg,” Samuel ordered. “Beg for my forgiveness.”

I swallowed hard. My eyes flickered to his constricted form. His body was awkwardly bent to one side, teeth dug into his bottom lip, making the skin sore.

“Beg,” Samuel growled, giving a harsh tug at Harry’s curls to show me he was in control.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered. “Please...forgive me.”

Samuel shook his head at me, tightening his arm around the front of Harry’s body. A straggled sob left Harry’s mouth, Samuel grinning at the sound of Harry in pain. I couldn’t take it any longer.

“I’m sorry, Samuel,” I blurted out. “Please, let Harry go. I’m begging you. Forgive me. Just don’t hurt Harry. Please, Samuel. I want your forgiveness. I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again. Just please let Harry go. Please.”

A silence filled the room, my heart racing in my chest as I waited for an answer. My muscles finally relaxed as Samuel pulled back, flashing me his horrid grin. Harry breathed out heavily as Samuel let go of his head, loosening his arm around his waist. Harry was pushed away, heavily falling to his knees. I watched with teary eyes as he fell, upper body smashing into the hard floor. He was barely given enough time to recover from the fall, his arms roughly gripped to haul him back up to his feet. A weak groan left him as he was forcefully spun around, his back pressed to one of the men’s chests. Now that Harry was securely held Samuel could do all the things he wanted to do to me.

I hung my head, my chin pressed to my chest as Samuel’s footsteps approached me again. I squeezed my eyes shut as I got my punishment. My shoulders were squeezed painfully tight just before I was struck across the face. I stayed silent, the only noise in the room being Harry’s yelling.

“Rosie!” he cried, watching as I was beaten continuously.

I pressed my lips together, holding my breath as I waited for more beatings. Harry yelled my name, squirming in the men’s grip to get to me. I could feel the anger rising through my muscles, my body scorching hot as I fought off the beast. I tried remembering Harry’s words at training, but they were jumbled in my head. I scrunched up my face as my stomach was attacked by fists and knees. A whimper was forced from my lips with every hit, but I took it. As long as Harry wasn’t getting this, it was okay.

Samuel knew I healed quickly so the attack lasted a long time. I sat back on my heels, my back bent over. Harry’s shouting finally simmered to a quiet sob once my beating was finally over. I heard Samuel stand back, admiring what I now looked like because of him.

I forced my eyelids open as my head was wrenched up by my hair. My body jumped weakly as a loud clicking sound echoed in the room. I was wrenched off of the floor and forced up onto my feet. A grunt was shoved through my parted lips as large hands were smacked against my bruised body until they found what they were looking for. My eyes flew open as my back pocket was searched. I frantically thrashed about in the men’s grip as the needle was wrenched out of my pocket.

“No,” I cried as I watched the needle being passed to Samuel.

He stood in front of me, holding it up between us. His grin sent angry waves crashing through my body. I cursed myself, watching Samuel hold up the only plan I had of killing him.

“Aquavirine,” his spoke slowly, his fingers wrapping tight around it. I hung my head, slowly giving up on coming out of here alive. “So this is what Zed gave you,” he continued, his eyes flickering from the needle to me. My head shot back up, my eyebrows furrowed.

“How did you know…?” I started, but then the final piece clicked in my head. “That’s why you killed him, because he helped me.”

“I’ve had spies in that block of flats ever since you started living there,” he replied, his arm falling back by his side, the needle still tight in his fist. “I was told he gave you this liquid so I happily disposed of him.”

The muscles in my arms grew tense as they were gripped tightly. I gritted my teeth, trying not to give him what he wanted: a reaction.

“He was always in the way, even as a child. And that sister of his…” He grunted annoyingly, rolling his eyes as if she never meant anything to him.

“But you told me when you moved you met Amelia,” Harry interjected, his narrowed eyes burning into Samuel.

“I had a few flings before I met her. I only used her ‘cause she had a younger brother. I thought I could turn Zed to use him instead, but he was too strong. I needed someone gullible, someone weak.”

A smile deepened the corners of his mouth as he stared at me. I tried a weak attempt to lunge at him, but I was soon wrenched back. I hissed through my teeth, glaring up at Samuel.

“She was useless anyway. She found the needle and I had to tell her about me then. So I killed her.”

I shook my head up at him, finally realising how he just used people to get what he wanted until they were futile to him. So he murdered them.

I glanced over at Harry, tears filling his emerald green eyes. His eyes slowly locked with mine, his chest jerking as he forced back the sobs. I wanted to hold him, tend to his bruises, tell him that everything will be fine. But we would both know I was lying.

My head was soon forced back to face Samuel’s, tearing the connection between me and Harry. My heart ached in my broken chest. He forced my head closer to his, his deep eyes impenetrable, but at the same time enticing, inducing. Harry struggled, but I stayed calm, returning his gaze deeply. His breath was hot on my skin, making me shiver uncomfortably.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you die,” he spat into my face.

“No!” Harry screamed, thrashing about to the side of us. I could sense his movements were paining him, but he didn’t care.

“Tie them up,” Samuel growled, pulling back from me. I sighed heavily as he stepped back, glaring down to me. The changing room door suddenly flew open, a muscled figure appearing at the door. The dim light barely allowed me to take in his features, just showing the outline of his strong biceps and broad shoulders. He stepped forward, out of the shadows and into the light.

The man’s grin illuminated in my mind, sending shots of anger through my veins. My eyebrows furrowed as his face grew more recognisable by the minute. He strolled over to me, his hands behind his back as he towered over me. His eyes were so dark, so distant I couldn’t look away. The threatening sparkle in his brown eyes was familiar to me. He was intoxicated the last time we met.

Louis.

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