Police Tape || H.S.

"Trouble follows you like a shadow"

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2. II.

I saw the red and blue lights bounce off the buildings in front of me. I turned around and saw a tide of teenagers pouring out of the house, scattering, trying to make a run for it.


I pulled off the stupid heels and started running as best I could.

I made it about three blocks when somebody unexpectedly stepped out of an alleyway. My body slammed into theirs. They didn't move though, I looked up catching my breath. I was greeted by dark grey eyes.

"In a hurry, sugar?" He grinned down at me, his yellow teeth bright despite the darkness.

I made a sounds of disgust as I stepped around him.

"Not so fast, sugar," He grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"Don't touch me," I tried to yell, but fear dimmed it to a whisper.

"What was that?" He cupped his ear with his free hand and smirked.

"I said, don't touch me," this time it was audible.

"If this bothers you," he looked down and his hand on my arm, "You're gonna love what we have in store for you," he grinned a devilish grin now.

I gulped as I turned my head, looking into the mouth of the black alleyway.

"We?" I squeaked quietly.

The grey eyed man boomed with laughter.

I looked up at him frightened as he pushed me down onto the ground. I put my hands down to protect me as I fell through the air. I gasped as the air was pushed from my lungs as I collided with the solid earth.

"Get up," I heard the man yell behind me.

I scrambled to my feet, brushing the dirt from my clothes.

"Don't worry about that, sugar. You're gonna be one very dirty girl by the time we're done with you," I heard a new voice say. This one was scratchier and deeper than the previous one.

I raised my eyes only to have them meet with blue ones. These ones were clouded and murky. They scared me.

He slowly took a step towards me, I matched his with my own step back.

His hand reached out towards my face, I turned it away. I took another step back.

We continued this until my back collided with somebody. I whipped around and jumped back, only to have my back collide with somebody else. I was trapped between them. I stared at them, my eyes wide with fear as they closed in on me.

"Please," I pleaded.

"Sugar, don't worry, you're gonna be just fine," he said as he placed his hands on my waist.

"Help!" I screamed, "Help m-" A hand clasped itself over my mouth. I struggled against it, only causing the fingers to dig further into my cheeks.

"Shut up, would ya?" The man growled in my ear.

I kicked out and clawed at his hand.

"A little help here," the man huffed as he tried to keep me still. Good ol' grey eyes bent down and picked up my feet, leaving me suspended in the air between the two men.

"Stop it," I grunted as I tried to wriggle free from them, "Let me go,"

"There's no point in struggling, Sugar. We ain't gonna let you go," The one with the clouded eyes said as they carried me behind an old dumpster.

"Stop calling me that,"

"You don't like it? Sugar," he added just to piss me off more.

My feet were dropped without warning and hit the ground with a thud. Before I could even kick out, I was pushed up against the wall. Big, cold hands were wrapped around my throat, holding me against the wall. The tips of my toes scraped the ground as I tried to put my feet down.

I gasped for air. I scratched at his hands and arms, leaving bright red marks. He made sounds of protest as I did so but didn't loosen his grip.

The edges of my vision were starting to get blurry as I glanced over at the other man standing back and watching us. He was laughing.

My attention was brought back to the man strangling me when I felt something wet on my lips. I tried to pull me head back but there was no where to go, the brick wall was blocking my way.

He moved his lips on mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I bit it and spit it out of my mouth.

He cried out in pain.

"You're gonna pay for that now, you little bitch," He threw me to the ground.

I immediately reached for my throat as I fell down, not bothering to break my fall. I coughed and sputtered as I lay on the damp wet floor of the alley.

I closed my eyes waiting for whatever they had in store for me, there was no point in running, they would catch me.

I was quietly whimpering listening for their approach. I heard scuffling as if they were fighting.

What on earth were they fighting for? Why don't they just finish me off already?

I looked up to see what was going on and thought that maybe I could make a run for it.

They were fighting. But they weren't alone. I could see a taller, skinnier figure among them, his mop of curls bouncing around as he threw punch after punch at the two men.

Oh great, what does he want? Does he want to make me a dirty girl too?

He pushed the shorter, chubbier man to the ground, the one with blue eyes, and the shoved grey eye's bald head into the brick structure. He went out like a light, sliding to the ground.

Chubs stood and creeped up behind skinny. Without even looking behind him, the skinny boy flung his elbow back into the man's nose.

I cringed as I heard the cartilage break under the pressure of the blow. The man hunched over, squeezing his gushing nose shut.

"You little, bastard," he yelled.

I saw curls look toward me, his eyes fixed on mine. I was lying on my back now, my elbows holding me up.

I tried to pull myself away as he came towards me, cautiously.

"No," I whimpered, "Don't touch me,"

"It'll be alri-" He reached for my arm.

"No!" I yelled, kicking at him.

He froze, his face hardening.

"It's time to go," He said through gritted teeth and he wrapped his large hand around my forearm.

He yanked me off the ground, pulling hard.

"You're not goin' anywhere, pretty boy," I peered around the boy to see who it was. It was the man with blood running down his shirt, the result of a broken nose.

"Just let me take the girl home, Ray," the boy said, I hadn't noticed how husky his voice was until now.

"She's ours, now leave her and I might let you live,"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, boys," he said. The other man had just stood up now, still rubbing his head. He had a bright red gash on it.

"You really think this little bitch is worth your life?" Baldy scoffed.

"You can find another one, now move along, shoo shoo," curls said.

"You just have to make things worse for yourself, don't you, Harry?"

"All the time," Harry said. He pushed me behind him and reached behind his back with the other. Without warning, he pulled out a gun and fired it at the men.

I screamed in shock and covered my ears.

"Now would be a good time to run!" Harry yelled to me while still shooting.

You didn't have to tell me twice. I turned and ran deeper into the dark alleyway. All I wanted to do was escape these twisted people, and this was my only option.

I heard the gunfire cease and was about the glance behind me when I felt a hand on my arm.

I screamed and yanked it free.

"Relax, it's just me," Harry said, pulling me to run faster.

I moved my legs as fast as I could, my feet sloshing through the dirty puddles of leftover rainwater.

He suddenly yanked me right, his grip was the only thing that kept me on my feet.

And then, we were greeted by a smooth black car. It would have taken my breath away in any other circumstances if I even had any breaths to take. I was panting like a dog when Harry pushed me inside of it.

He jogged around the front and got in beside me.

He stepped on the gas before he even started it, he must've left it running. My head flew back into the seat.

"Ouch," I muttered.

Harry was about to say something when the sound of shattering glass exploded in my ears. I ducked my head as the tiny pieces of Harry's passenger window rained down on me.

"Shit," He yelled.

I heard another shot being fired and again the unmistakable sound of shattering glass.

Harry carefully looked in his mirrors.

"That bastard's buying me a new taillight and replacing window,"

 


"Where are we going?" I finally mustered up the courage to ask. We've been driving for what felt like forever, but looking at the clock on his dashboard, it's only been fifteen minutes.

"My place,"

"Um, no. Take me home. I live-," I began.

"I don't care where you live,"

"You can't just not take me home. What is my family going to think?"

"I don't know, but I'm taking you to my house, it's safest,"

"Safe?" I nearly screamed, "I'm being kidnapped, this is kidnap!"

"You're not a kid, so wouldn't this just be napping?"

"Funny, that is so funny. I'm glad you think this is all a joke, I almost died back there and all you do is laugh about it?"

"In case you didn't noticed, I almost died back there too, saving your sorry ass," He didn't even look at me once as we spoke.

"I didn't ask you to," I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him.

"What did you expect me to do, just to leave you there?" He kept checking his mirrors as he avoided my gaze.

"Why not? I wasn't yours to save," I said, lowering my voice.

"I couldn't let them kill you,"

"Oh, and why not? You don't know me. Why were you even there? Nobody goes around there,"

"Why were you there?"

"What?" I wasn't expecting that.

"If nobody goes around there, why were you there?"

"I was at a party, okay, big whoop. Now can you please just take me home,"

"I can't,"

"Ugh, why not?" I yelled. I just wanted to go home, tears were threatening to spill from my eyes.

"It's not safe, I told you,"

"How isn't it safe. It's my home. Please explain it to me, Harry, I don't understand," I sobbed. This night has been too much for me.

He didn't answer me.

I quietly wiped tear after tear away, watching out the window until we slowed to a stop.

"We're here," Harry announced, getting out of the car. I watched him walk up to the door on the small shack-looking building. He unlocked the door and pushed it open with his big hands. He turned around to allow me to go inside, only I wasn't there. I was still sitting in the car.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked back to me. He yanked open the passenger door.

"Are you coming or what?" One hand on the door and the other on the top of the vehicle and he was leaning towards me.

"I'd rather stay out here than go in that house with you," I crossed my arms again and looked the other way.

"These streets are filled with rapists, gangs, and thieves, and you'd rather stay out here with a broken window?," He shook his head in disbelief.

"I'll take my chances,"

"Have fun," He muttered slamming the door.

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