One simple nickname was all it took for the two broken souls to start something they didn't know they could finish:
"Oh Sweetheart, you can't say no to me"
After Harry left the hospital it felt as though a new hole had been ripped right out of my chest.
He wouldn't be here to save me this time.
Thomas and Shawn were waiting for me in my room; Judy has no idea that they're even in the building since both of them threatened to kill her if I opened my mouth.
They were definitely afraid that she would tell Harry and they would be done for.
In all honesty, I really do believe that those two are deathly afraid of Harry because he has close friends, as well as an entire police force.
He managed to take out almost more than half of their pitiful gang, even killing Travis who was a part of their little trio.
Harry Edward Styles is a fûcking beast.
He's my beast.
I smiled at the very thought of him but it soon died down off of my lips as I realized my situation.
I knew that once I head back to my room, I would be taken away again.
Times like this, I wish I knew why my father involved himself in such a mess with these types of people.
What the actual hell was he thinking?
This time being taken would be a different experience since those two fûcks were actually allowing me to go with them peacefully, promising that they wouldn't touch me.
If I could say no then I would but I really don't see that being an option in this situation.
I wonder why they suddenly had a conscience and wanted to avoid me getting hurt.
What exactly are they planning?
This is even scarier than them flat out hurting me.
I slowly head back to my room, taking deep breaths as I could see the door wide open for me, inviting me to my doom...
Possibly my death.
As I entered, the two of them were just leaning against the wall with blank expressions but then I felt a spine tingling sensation that made me want to throw up.
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I felt a dark presence behind me.
I was almost too scared to turn around but did it anyways so I could just face things head on.
Too much has happened to me for me to cower in fear anymore.
At this point, I honestly think it would take a lot to scare me now but the person standing in front of me in this very moment would always strike fear in my heart.
If I live through all of this, I'm going to need YEARS of therapy...
Austin stood there and walked up so close to me that I could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath.
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