Different

Chapter 40

When I wake up, my wrists are tied up by a rope. I'm sat in a small, dark and dirty room. There is no window and no furniture besides a chair which I'm tied up on. I wonder where I am and for how long I've been here when a black and muscly man enters the room.

"Where am I ?" I shout. He glares at me then smirks before standing right in front of me and leaning towards me.
His face is very close to mine and I can feel his breath on my skin.

"Where no one can find you" he whispers to my face, his jaw clenched.

"For how long have I been here ?" I question, looking down to avoid his gaze.
He finally steps back and goes to stand near the door.

"Almost 9 hours now. It's midnight, the boss will see you tomorrow"

"Why are you doing this to me ?" I shout and start to struggle but the ropes are too tight that they hurt me. "Your boss is mentally sick but you're not. You know I did nothing wrong !"

"For money, beautiful" he smirks and steps towards me, once again. This time, he runs his hand through my hair then his fingers run along my neck, my jaw and then my lips. I immediately open my mouth and bite him as hard as I can before kicking him in the crotch. He steps back at the pain and coughs. When his eyes meet mine again, the anger had taken over him and he rushes towards me. He slaps me in the stomach so hard that it feels like I'm going to vomit everything I have in my body.

"You fucking bitch !"

He raises his hand and slaps me on the face so hard that I fall on the floor, still tied up to my chair.

"Joe stop it ! The boss wants her alive !"

I try to open my eyes to see who's joined "Joe" in the room but the pain is too much that I can barely breath. I feel blood running down my nose and pray that it's not broken. Suddenly I feel the rope breaking and my wrists are free. I try to get up but fall several times on the floor before someone offers me their hand. I look up and see a young guy with dark hair and dark eyes, a scar on his forehead.

"Are you ok ?" He worries, helping me to pick myself up.

"Yeah" I jerk away as soon as I'm up and stand as far as possible from the man. I glance at the room to see if the other guy is still here but thankfully he has left.

"I'm not going to hurt you" He slowly steps towards me, his eyes focused on me. He looks sincere and trustful. I don't say a word and sit on the floor, my back leaned against the wall. I close my eyes and breath slowly, trying to ignore the pain of my injuries.

"I'm sorry for what is happening to you. You don't deserve it" he speaks again. This time, he's sat next to me and I jump as he gets closer.

"You don't trust me, do you ?" I can feel his gaze on me but I ignore him and look in the opposite direction.

"Why would I trust you ?" I whisper.

"Don't you think that if I wanted to hurt you then I wouldn't have freed you from the ropes and I would have already done it ?"

"Why didn't you do it then ?" This time my eyes meet his and I can see amusement plastered on his face.

"Do you always answer to people with questions ?" He smiles. For the first time since I'm here, I relax and smile back to him.

"Do you ?"

He chuckles and stands up before pacing around the room.

"I've never wanted to do this job. The only reason I'm here is because I killed the boss's family in a car accident a long time ago. It was just an accident, I've never meant to kill them. When I got out of jail, she was waiting for me and made a deal - she always makes deals. If I accepted to work for her, she wouldn't hurt my family. If I didn't, she would kill them like I killed hers. So I accepted to protect them, just as you accepted to break up with Harry to protect yours"

When I look up at him, he has stopped walking and he's now sit on the chair, staring at his hands resting on his lap. I suddenly feel compassion for this guy. He spent years in jail and now he has to spend years working for that bitch, hurting people he has never meant to hurt. And also, he has to live with the guilt of killing this innocent family and of hurting innocent people.

"I'm sorry..." I mutter.

I bury my head between my knees and wait for the time to pass. These are probably the last hours of my life I think before falling asleep.

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When I wake up, a few hours later, the guy is still sat in the chair in front me. His eyes are on me and I stand up, feeling uncomfortable by the way he's looking at me. My injuries still hurt as hell and I whine at the pain.

"What time is it ?"

"It's 5 am"

"Did you stay there all this time ?"

"Yes, I didn't want to leave you with Joe so I took his place"

"Oh thanks... And .. what's your name by the way ?"

"I'm Adam" he smiles and stands up to let me sit on the chair. I thank him with a smile and hesitate for a long time before asking him the question I've been dying to ask.

"Do you think you could... Give a message to Harry if I die ? I mean, when I die ?"

He looks surprised by my question but shakes his head and smiles. "sure"

"Tell him I loved him and that everything I told him yesterday was a big load of bullshit. I have true feelings for him, not just some kind of admiration because he's Harry Styles from One Direction"

"I will, I promise" He smiles again before laying down on the floor and falling asleep.

I try to fell asleep too but I can't because my stomach is aching way too much. I lift up my shirt and gulp at the sight of a big purple and yellow bruise all over my body.
I wipe away my tears who haven't stopped running down my face since yesterday. When I look at my hands, they're covered in tears and blood. I sigh and close my eyes, falling asleep this time.