I didn't know how long I had been sitting inside the bathroom. I had sobbed until my voice had gone hoarse. Harry hadn't come back in and I was so thankful for it. I didn't know if he had left or if he was waiting outside. But I didn't care. I didn't want to see anyone.
Two men had nearly forced themselves on me in the span of 36 hours. It all felt like my fault. The first one was definitely my fault. This second one also felt like my fault because it was my body that had lured them onto me.
I stood up and twisted the tap on again to splash my face clean. I didn't want to stay here any longer. I didn't want to face a worker and make them wonder why on earth a random girl is inside balling her eyes out. And I also didn't want to deal with the questions I would get if I stayed here.
I walked towards the door and pushed it open. Expecting to see Harry against the wall. Except he wasn't. I allowed my eyes to roam around but he was nowhere in sight.
"Harry?" I called out.
Do I just leave? Or do I stay here?
I didn't know what to do..
If I stay here with they would come back and my life will continue to be miserable. However, if I leave then I could possibly get help and contact my mother.. but there were consequences to that. I could get caught then I would face Liam's anger.
Fuck it.
I rushed over to the stand where the bald man was handing more tickets out to random people. I shoved my way to the front earning some odd looks.
"Can I use your phone?" Urgency was laced in my voice along with fear.
He looked me up and down and I refrained from rolling my eyes. "What am I gonna get out of it?" A feeing of disgust washed over me as I stared at him. Seriously why are men so goddamn disgusting.
"Fuck you." I spit before turning around.
I walked to the back of the line again and stared outside. I couldn't see Harry's car parked so that means he must've left. He really did leave me here. I didn't expect him to actually leave when I told him to..
"Excuse me Miss?" A voice startled me from my thoughts. I turned around and a clean shaved man a few years older than me stood in front of me. He had brown eyes and a worried expression was settled on his face.
He looked really familiar but I couldn't put my finger on where I had seen him.. surely I didn't know who this person was.
"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with that man," he pointed at the bald man then looked back at me "you need to use a phone?" He asked as I watched him reached into his pocket and retrieved what I had been asking for.
"You can use mine if you need." He smiled kindly holding the phone out to me.
I stared at it for a few seconds battling with myself. "Yes thank you." I smiled finally taking it off his hands. I excused myself from him and stepped outside of the theatre for some privacy.
I dialled the emergency number.
"Police, ambulance, fire?" The monotoned voice at the other end asked.
"Police." I mumbled as I looked back at the kind man who was inside. He seemed to have turned his back to me.
"999 what's your emergency?" The woman on the other end quickly asked.
A sigh of relief escaped me as I unfolded myself. "I need help. I have been kidnapped and have managed to get away from him. Please please help me." I practically shouted into the phone as I looked around. Worry seeped into me. I was so scared. I felt like at any moment Harry or Liam would just appear in front of me and basically kill me.
"Okay Miss. Can you tell me exactly where you are if you can?"
"Uh.. I'm in front of a theatre. I don't know the address uhh.." my voice trailed off as I looked around trying to find any street name. "I'm sorry I don't know where I am." Tears started to form in my eyes.
"That's alright miss. Take a deep breath. Stay on the line I'm going to track you." The woman on the other end gently said. "Just a few more moments. You're doing great."
"Have you seen your kidnapper?" The woman asked as I waited to be tracked.
"Yes."
"Can you describe them to me?"
"They're members of The Circle–"
Before I could finish my sentence the line went dead. I frowned and pulled the phone away to look down at the screen.
"She hung up on me." I whispered to myself.
Why the fuck would she hang up on me. My mind was blown. Then it struck me. The Circle.. people feared them.. they controlled the police — they controlled everything. I held my hand against my mouth as uncontrollable cries left me.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whipped around in fear that it was Harry. But relief washed over me when I realised it was only the kind stranger..
"Miss are you okay?"
I shook my head as more tears and cries fell from me. Realisation dawned on me that I was alone. No one could help me. I couldn't even get help from the police. Liam was right. He owned everyone somehow. And he owned me. He could do whatever he wanted to do to me and he would just get away with it simply because everyone feared The Circle.
"Miss can I call someone? Take you somewhere perhaps?"
I shook my head again and pressed his phone to his chest. He casted his eyes to his chest and gently took the phone I was holding out to him and pushed it back into his pocket.
He sighed and scratched his chin. "Do you really not remember who I am?" He asked. His eyes changed to one of pure hatred. His expression snarled and I stepped away.
"What?"
He laughed. "Back when you escaped first. I was in the room with Liam and Harry. Do you not remember?" He asked tauntingly.
I stood in front of Liam and curly haired guy and beside curly was this other guy. He had warm brown eyes but the rest of his appearance screamed 'don't fuck wth me.'
I gasped when my mind made the connections. I did know this man. I knew he looked familiar and that was because he was in fact in the room Harry brought me to when I first escaped. I remembered those warm brown eyes.. how could I forget..
"Just take me.." I mumbled defeated.
I had no energy to run from him. I knew he would catch me. There was no point in trying now. I had given up. No one could help me. Not a single soul.
