Hide and Seek

Chapter 10

and Harry would always tease her about her hair getting darker than her skin ever could.

He goes to the sink and washes his hands, careful not to dirty the dishes on the counter that are

already rinsed.

"Hey, Gem." Harry stands beside his sister, dipping his long finger into the batter she was

whisking inevitably upsetting the process.

"Ugh, Harry!" She bumps him with her arm. "Your hands were wet, genius."

"Harry, don't trouble your sister." His mother warns.

"Sorry." He bends to peck his sister's cheek. "Good batter though."

Gemma makes a disgusted sound and Harry goes to his mom, kissing her cheek as well.

"Did you give the Deputy his pie?" She inquires wiping her hand on her apron.

"Yup. Spoke to the Sheriff also." He responds stealing a chocolate chip from the bowl.

"Oh why didn't you say? I didn't give you anything for her."

"It's fine. We can do it tomorrow."

"Or you could drive back." Gemma offers.

"Petrol does not fall from the sky, Gem." Harry pokes back. "I'll go tomorrow when I get the

pizza."

"What pizza?"

"The one we will order."

"Oh yeah, because Mom's cooking intelligence does under lock and key tomorrow."

Their mother rolls her eyes. "Keep it up and see who'll feed you tonight."

They both laugh at her, showing the innocent humor behind their joke.

"What's her son's name?" Harry asks outright before he can stop himself. He decides to play it

nonchalant so they don't start picking on him.

"Um......Louis. Yes, Louis." His mom remembers after a moment of thought. "Nice boy. Really

involved in school."

"Didn't he graduate?" Gemma asks. Harry pays great attention without looking as if he is.

"Yeah but he tutors sometimes. Loves learning, like you Harry."

Harry's head snaps up from following the delicate design on the tissue from the rack. He shrugs

not knowing how else to respond.

"Oh gosh! Look at the time!" Their mother spooks them with a booming announcement.

"Gemma, whisk faster."

Harry excuses himself so as not to get in the way of that hurricane, and runs upstairs to his room

before discarding his shoes to walk around in socks.

"Hungry?" He speaks to his pet, Hamster. The poor rodent struggles to keep up on that plastic

wheel.

"Me too." He says to the creature as he fills the requirement in the cage. "But I'm barred from the

kitchen."

Hamster runs on, and Harry slumps in his chair at his desk. He had no school work, and he

somehow missed the business of that schedule. Now he had so many gaps of boredom.

Louis. That was his name.

Present day

*LOUIS POV*

I feel cold. Goosebumps have started their rising process on my arms and when I try to reach out

and rub some warmth back into my skin, I can't. I'm restrained. What the fuck?!

My eyes spring open to full concentration, and my head hurts from the rapid deed of trying to sit

up. My wrists are bound to the posts of the bed I'm lying on. Where'd the bed come from? I panic

inside my cool exterior, my eyes wide and frantic as I search for something. Anything.

My legs aren't tied up, which isn't much of a plus considering I'm not an ape that can use my

opposable toes to untie me. I tug on the shackle devices with all of my strength but whomever it

was that tied those knots is an ace at it.

"Lou?" Harry's voice makes it into my hearing range.

"Harry?" I call back. "Harry, I'm tied up!"

He comes into view from the shadows and looks down at me like he doesn't see my constricted

condition. He's taken off his trench coat and still wears everything underneath.

"I know, Lou. I didn't......I didn't want to do this while you were asleep." He says, sighing in a

form of resignation.

"You mean unconscious?" I spit. I realise what's happening here........and damn I'm not prepared.

Fuck prepared, I hate that this is even happening.

He frowns. "That wasn't my doing. I promise."

"Then what is? Did you tie me up?" I pull on the restraints again and he remains composed.

"I had to." He shrugs. "It'll be faster that way."

I never experienced fear like this, it's a suffocating emotion that cloaks all possibility of hope. I am

panic-stricken and void of reason when I don't even try to scream. No one would hear. No one

would care.

My breath is caught in my lungs, painfully losing value as I suppress the urge to tear up. It's not

working. Harry lifts his leg to climb onto the bed and I screw my eyes shut, turning my head in the

other direction and my chest heaves from the added pressure.

"Shhh." He whispers as I feel the bed sink under his weight. "It won't hurt."

"Harry. Please don't." I try pleading to see if it works. Bucking my hips to get him off me after

he's settled astride me is impossible. He is too heavy and I'm still faintly weak from exhaustion.

"It's okay." He cooes.

I won't look at him, I won't open my eyes. Period. With my head turned away from him, it seems

to ignite some irritation in him. He tries to tilt my chin up with his index finger but I hold firm and

he sighs.

I gasp when I feel breath skate across my jaw, in a warm wave that smells of mint now. Pulling on

my binds are again wasted efforts. I feel something a little rough against my jaw. His lips. I cringe,

squirming uncomfortably beneath him.

"I've been wanting to do this for a very long time." His voice is husky and low. A chilling voice

with creepy undertones.

"Harry." I try to think of something to say. A distraction. "What have I done to you?"

"Nothing." He moves his lips from my jaw to my throat.

"Then why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I don't want anyone else."