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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52. You're Lying

“No,” I whispered. This was all too much for me. I’d just found out the man tormenting Rosalie was someone I knew all along. And now he was telling me this.

Samuel slowly nodded his head as tears escaped my eyes, rolling down my face.

“No!” I screamed, squirming around violently. The men held me down as Samuel was still crouched down, nodding his head faster. “You’re lying!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

“I’m not,” he muttered.

I kept shaking my head, ignoring my aching neck. “You’re not my father!” I shouted. “You can’t be!”

Samuel held my head in his hands, stopping me from shaking my head. He stared deep into my eyes, nodding slowly.

“Please, don’t,” I sobbed, my tears getting Samuel’s hands damp. “Don’t tell me you are.”

“I am, Harold,” he whispered.

“Bu-but what about my other dad?” I asked shakily, witnessing the anger flicker in his eyes. I swallowed down the hard lump in my throat before continuing. “My mum loved him.”

Samuel lowered his gaze in shame, his hands loosening on my head. I didn’t understand. My mother loved my father so why would she have an affair with another man? Then it hit me. Maybe she didn’t want the affair; she was forced into it instead. The final pieces were finally coming together inside my head.

“You…you raped her,” I stuttered. “You couldn’t have her...so you took advantage of her.”

Samuel suddenly stood back up, turning so his back was to me. That answered it all. I screamed out, kicking the blokes holding me. Their grip loosened from me before I jumped up. Samuel spun around as the men grunted in pain. I stormed over to Samuel, slamming my knees straight into his stomach. I stood back, waiting for a response. He just stood there, my blow not affecting him at all. I marched back up, hitting him again with my knee. I screamed out in anger, kicking him all over his body as he watched me, that smirk back on his face.

Tears swelled in my eyes as I tried attacking Samuel, my wrists still bound behind my back. A loud sob burst from my chest and out my mouth as the men tackled me again, pushing me back down onto my knees. I was kicked in the back, my upper body smashing into the ground so I was lying flat on my front. As my hands were still bound up, my chin hit the floor violently, a small whimper escaping my mouth as I tasted blood in my mouth. I laid on the dirty floor, my bare stomach cold against it as someone’s foot was on the top of my back to keep me down. I pressed my forehead on the ground, sobbing loudly. I ached all over, Samuel’s words hurting me the most. I felt so empty, like my whole life’s been a lie. I soon heard footsteps approach me again, but I kept my face against the floor, muffling my crying.

“Harry,” a soft voice spoke. Samuel patted my shoulder before rubbing the back of my head. I refused to believe that he really cared for me, that he was my father. Biologically, yes. Naturally, never. My heart felt heavy inside me, my muscles feeling ripped, stretched. Samuel comforted me until my weeping had calmed.

“Son,” he said soothingly.

I gritted my teeth, slowly turning my head to the side so my cheek was pressed to the floor.

“Good boy,” he muttered, patting my head before standing up.

I squirmed around on the floor, but soon gave up, sighing loudly. I heard a loud click of Samuel’s fingers before suddenly I was hauled back up off of the ground so I was forced back onto my knees. He stood over me, his deep eyes staring down at me. Silence grew in the room as I slowly took in everything said tonight so far. But one question still burned in my mind.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” I asked suddenly. “When you killed my parents, why not me as well?” Samuel crouched down in front of me, taking a deep breath.

“I thought you were already dead,” he muttered. He breathed our heavily before continuing. “Your mother, at first she let me see you every week as long as you would never find out about me being your father. You used to call me Uncle Sam,” he chuckled. I stayed silent, refusing to respond to that. “But then my visits grew less. Your mother let me see you every month, then every few months, until she stopped them altogether. We would argue a lot. I wanted to see you, Harry.” He rested his hand on my cheek, stroking my skin with his thumb. His touch made my skin crawl. Then a memory flashed in my head. Since my parents’ death, I had blocked out all my memories before that day, but this one lit up in my head like a light bulb.

I was lying on my bed on top of my Batman covers. I was on my front, making toy cars run along the end of my bed as I talked happily to myself. Suddenly I was interrupted. Loud shouting came from downstairs before a harsh thump. I jumped off of my bed and crept out to the hallway. The voices grew louder. I recognised one: Uncle Sam. I sat silently at the top of the stairs, Uncle Sam yelling at my mother because he wanted to see me. I curled up on the step as my mother tried calming Uncle Sam. I didn’t understand why he couldn’t see me. I had known him my whole life. He was my father’s best friend, but my mother said she didn’t trust him around me. I had shrugged it off after that day, but I guess it made sense now.

“But your mother stopped me,” he continued, anger filling his voice. “I kept trying, I really did, but she wouldn’t let me see you.” He paused, his hand getting tense on my cheek. His sharp thumb nail began digging into my skin. I winced, sucking in a breath through my teeth. Samuel let go again, rubbing my cheek soothingly. “Then you moved away to Majorca,” he carried on, “and your mother told me you had died so I wouldn’t come after you I guess.”

My blood ran cold at the thought of my mother having such a big secret she must have bottled up for years. I swallowed down the lump in my throat, blinking back the tears.

“I had thought you were dead until a few weeks ago.” I stared at him, my eyebrows drawn together. “When you met Rosalie.”

“I don’t understand,” I finally replied. “None of this makes sense. Rosalie told me she’d known you her whole life since she was little too.” I didn’t get it. How could he be in two places at once, in my life as well as Rosalie’s?

“It’s a long story,” Samuel muttered, his eyes catching my gaze for a moment before lowering his again.

“Tell me,” I ordered. I wanted answers.

Samuel took a deep breath, dark eyes staring deep into mine.

“Twenty three years ago, I found out your mother was pregnant,” he murmured. “I knew you were mine. It wasn’t long after we-” He cut himself off, shaking his head slightly. I forced myself to remain calm, despite my patience quickly running out inside of me, my anger boiling back up. “I moved away to a different village once I found out, to get away. I still kept in touch with your parents and once you were born I occasionally visited you when your mother allowed, but I moved on. I had a few flings with some girls until about a year later I met a different woman.”

“Amelia,” I interrupted. Samuel’s eyes shot to mine in shock. “Rosalie told me how you murdered her,” I spat.

He nodded slowly, a small smile playing on his lips despite what I said. “We got married. She was so pretty,” he said, laughing quietly to himself. “And she had two best friends, neighbours of hers in fact.”

“Rosalie’s parents,” I said, the pieces coming together in my head.

“Yeah. And nine months later they had the perfect little girl that I could see whenever I wanted. I treated her like she was my own.”

“Because you couldn’t see me?” I asked.

He nodded, his smile fading away again. “One night I was getting ready for a night out with Rosalie’s parents when I had a phone call.” Samuel swallowed hard, eyes going distant. “It was your mother, Harry. She told me you had...passed on.” His voice trailed off, Samuel shaking his head slightly. “I went mad. I turned into this beast and killed everyone that I loved.”

“Except Rosalie,” I interrupted. “Why didn’t you…you know…” I muttered. I couldn’t say the words, the thought of Rosalie not being in my life unbearable. But then I remembered. She wasn’t in my life anymore.

“I turned her instead,” he explained. “She was the child I had always wanted and, because I thought I had lost you, I wanted her to be one of me, to be perfect, just like me.”

I snorted, shaking my head at Samuel’s belief of him being perfect.

“I was jealous of her parents, having Rosalie when I wasn’t allowed to see my own child. And then you ‘died’…” He breathed out shakily, this much emotion coming from him shocking me. I almost felt sorry for him, but I could never forgive him for killing my parents and all his other innocent victims. “Once I killed Rosalie’s parents, I found yours in Majorca; little did I know you were in the next room sleeping. I was so close to you, but like I said, I thought you were dead.”

I shook my head at him, but it made sense, all of it.

“Harry, now I’ve found you again, there’s something I want you to do for me.”

My gaze shot up to meet his. The severity sparkling in his eyes stopped my heart in my chest. “I’ll do nothing for you,” I spat.

He suddenly cupped my chin, forcing my head closer to his as my arms were still cuffed behind my back. “Oh I think you will,” he replied, the smirk returning to his pale face, covering the emotion he once showed. “Become one of me, Harry. Let me turn you.”

My whole body grew still. Chills ran down my spine.

“We’ll be reunited again. It’ll just be the two of us, like it should have been a long time ago.”

“No,” I said through my gritted teeth. “I’ll never be a beast like you. Never.”

Samuel suddenly pulled back, raising his hand in the air before striking me across the face. My head shot to the side, eyes squeezed shut as the slapping sound echoing in the room died away. His gripped my chin again, forcing my head back to face him, fingernails digging into my skin.

“It’s because of Rosalie, isn’t it?” he asked. He let go of my chin, standing back up again. I stayed silent, pressing my lip together. He was right. I wanted to stay with Rosalie, not live for eternity with Samuel. I hung my head, suddenly feeling scared as his eye burnt into me.

“I want Rosalie here,” Samuel spat.

My head shot back up as Samuel nodded to one of the men holding me.

“No!” I screamed, but another man suddenly rammed a piece of cloth into my mouth, gagging me. He bit off some duct tape and stuck it over my mouth before I could spit the material out. I thrashed about violently, my screams muffled. But Louis pulled me up from my knees, wrapped an arm around my front and threw me over one of his shoulders. I squirmed about as he began carrying me somewhere. I struggled against my bonds, but it was no use. Samuel’s voice suddenly echoed in the room as I was taken towards the changing rooms.

“If you won’t let me turn you into a vampire, then I’ll have to get rid of your girlfriend!” he roared.

I was taken into the changing rooms, kicking and screaming, but Louis’ grip tightened around my middle as he carried me on his shoulder. He was so much stronger than I had expected him to be.

The changing room door was suddenly kicked open, smashing against the wall beside it. One bare light bulb lit up the dingy room, casting ominous shadows around us. I screamed out through the material in my mouth until I was dumped on a chair in the middle of the room. I grunted as I hit the chair before the men forced my bounded arms behind the back of the chair, bending them awkwardly. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting on the cloth in my mouth.

Once my arms were bound behind the chair, my rage filled eyes shot open. I watched as Louis grabbed a coil of rope from the floor beside me and began wrapping it around my middle. The rope burned against my bare stomach, digging into my bruises as he tied me up. His smirk played on his thin lips, clearly believing he was in control.

Suddenly he pulled the ropes tight, making me wince painfully. My middle felt crushed, proving to me that it’s not going to be easy to get out. My ankles were soon bound tightly to the legs of the chair. I struggled against the rope and handcuffs, the chair legs scraping on the tiled floor, but the men just laughed at me before strolling towards the door. I glared at them as one man swung the door open, his back muscles expanding and contracting under his tight shirt as he did so. I struggled violently, screaming out despite the material shoved in my mouth. They ignored my failed attempt to free myself and slammed the door shut behind them.

But one man stayed where he was in front of me the whole time, a wicked smile slashed onto his face. We were alone together.

“How does it feel?” Louis asked, running his dirty fingers through my curls. I attempted to shove him away, his dark touch making me shiver with fright. “How does it feel to be betrayed, to be lied to?”

I growled against the cloth in my mouth, narrowed eyes aimed up at him. I really believed he was my friend. He used me. My features fell slowly, gaze lowering to the ground. So much of my life has been a lie. I didn’t know what to believe anymore.

Moments of thick silence passed us, Louis’ touch tugging at my curls. I bowed my head, tears brimming over my eyes. I didn’t want Louis seeing me breaking down, showing him my weak side. But I couldn’t stop. I had no one in my life that loved me anymore. And that broke my head.

“I had to do it,” Louis suddenly mumbled.

My red eyes flickered back up, shocked at his lowered tone of voice. I thought he was here to punish me, but he was showing me his weaker side I’d rarely seen before. Our eyes met, the pain in his eyes striking my heart.

“I was doing what my Master wanted,” he continued. “I was told to get information out of you, to become friendly with you so my Master could confirm it was actually you. His own son.”

My eyes widened. I remained silent, but I didn’t really have a choice, the tape stuck tightly to my mouth.

“The night that you met Rosalie, Samuel found out that Ed and I were you’re mates and he turned us into these beasts. From then on Samuel’s been our Master. Before that night we genuinely loved you, man. We should never have beaten you up outside that club and we’re sorry. You were our closest mate. But I had to use you, Harry. Samuel made me. To get information out of you once you’d met Rosalie. My Master already had a close eye on her. When you and Rosalie had all those talks about your past, it had confirmed to Samuel it was really you. He listened to them all. That’s when he knew it was you.”

“Well,” a gruff voice suddenly echoed.

Our heads snapped to the side, a dark figure standing in the open doorway.

“I didn’t think you would betray me like this, boy,” Samuel growled, stepping into the room.

The colour drained from Louis’ cheeks as he tried to swallow down the hard lump lodged in his throat.

“M-master, I…”

“I saved you from that foster home, my son,” Samuel spat. “I adopted all of you boys; I freed you from that place. And this is how you thank me.”

“I-I’m sorry, Master…”

“Out,” Samuel barked.

“But, Master…”

Samuel sped over to us, his slim fingers wrapped around Louis’ neck. I wriggled against my bonds in a weak attempt to free Louis from Samuel’s viper grip. Louis tried gasping for air, long fingernails scratching at Samuel’s hand around his neck.

His body was suddenly lifted from the ground before me, his face creased with pain. Samuel quickly spun them around, throwing Louis across the room. His body crashed to the tiled floor inside of the doorway, weak groans forcing their way past his lips. My body grew tense with fright as Samuel’s eyes shot down to me.

“If I see you with him again I won’t hesitate to punish you,” he spat down to me.

My body shrunk at his words. His voice made me want to sink into the ground. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable under his control.  I wanted to tear my eyes from him, but I couldn’t. I silently watched him march towards the door, Louis quickly scrambling to his feet. A large hand pushed into Louis’ back to force him out of the room, Samuel spitting words at Louis as the door shut behind them.

Silence crashed around me once I was alone again with the occasional whimper of pain from Louis outside the room. The rope rubbed harshly around my stomach as I squirmed, the metal of the cuffs digging into my already sore wrists. My eyes searched the room, trying to find anything that could get me out of here. I had to warn Rosie before she got here. I tried pulling my arms out either side of me to loosen the rope, but it wouldn’t budge, holding me securely to the chair. I screamed out in annoyance, the tape over my mouth muffling the sound. I sighed deeply through my nose before I hung my head, feeling exhausted, weak.

I thought about everything, the things I had missed as a child, the hints that stared me straight in the face since I was a child. I cursed myself inwardly for blocking out my memories of my childhood. I should have figured this out ages ago, but I chose to ignore it. The sudden thought of all this time me and Rosalie being connected with Samuel sickened me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to picture how my mother would have felt after Samuel had abused her. Instead I pictured my mother the day before she died, her long hair spread out over her shoulders, her long, silver earrings of stars on a chain stopping half way down her neck. Her head slowly tilted to the side as she gazed down at me, causing her hair to fall from her shoulder, brushing against her bare upper arm.

A small whimper escaped my mouth, my mind back in the changing room. The sweat-filled air rushed into my lungs as I breathed in sharply through my nose, letting out a muffled sob. My hair fell in front of my eyes as I bowed my head, staring down at my lap. My ribs dug into my lungs, my body jerking as I cried quietly to myself, ready to give up.

I let my eyelids droop, remembering Rosalie and I stood in here only days before, tugging our sweaty bodies out of our training clothes. I had a quick peek at her over my shoulder one time. She stood with his back to me, her new back muscles shifting under her soft skin as she shoved one leg into a pair of my jeans. Her back glistened in the dim light, beads of sweat lingering on the back of his neck, her hair up in a falling down bun.

A slight chuckle took over my sobs as I slowly lifted my heavy head back up, scanning the room as memories flooded back inside my mind. The way an innocent groan would escape Rosie’s mouth as I kissed her open neck, the way her lips would differ as they mingled with mine: firm as if wanting so much more, but at the same time so distant they felt as though they were only brushing against mine. She always puzzled me, pleading for more, but pushing me back as if she would hurt me.

My thoughts were suddenly distracted when the noise of metal clashing against each other erupted from outside the room. I stretched my head up, trying to peer through the small window on the door, but it had been deliberately blackened out so I couldn’t see. I sighed through my nose before hanging my head again, letting my eyelids close as wooziness crashed into me, making my head throb. I tried blocking out the sound of metal scraping on metal, my face growing tight as I thought about my options. But there were none. I was going to lose, whatever happens. That’s when I finally decided. I’ll let Samuel have what he wants.

Me.

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