Charlotte Thompson
My eyes flutter open as I felt major discomfort in both of my arms.
I look around, it's a room I barely recognize. A big one.
And I'm on a bed. But it's not my own.
I tried to push myself off, but that's when I realized that my arms are immobilized. I look up through blurred vision, shocked to see that my wrists are handcuffed above me to a headboard.
That's when panic ensued. My heart started beating really fast and my chest started moving up and down quickly.
I moved my wrists around, the metal clanking against the wood of the headboard with no escape in sight.
"Morning." a voice says from the doorway.
My vision snaps toward it, and my heart sinks.
"You were passed out all night."
The man who kidnapped me from a back alley behind my house stood in front of me. Harry.
This feels too familiar. I've been here before. I've lived through this exact moment before.
"Let me go." I hear my own voice speak...but I don't remember talking.
Harry scoffs at me.
I felt my eyes get teary.
Suddenly, a second figure emerges through the doorway.
My father.
"Dad!" I shout in desperation, struggling against the cuffs. "Help me!"
"He's not going to." Harry says.
"Dad, please!" I ignore Harry and continue trying to communicate with my father, who was simply staring at me with a solemn face.
"Cherry, baby." Harry chuckles under his breath. "He won't get you out of this."
"Why not!"
"Because." Harry says, before raising a gun up to my father's head. My dad didn't move. He didn't even make a sound.
But I screamed.
"Stop! Please don't!" I yell as tears start falling from my eyes.
Harry looks at me with a sinister smirk, pressing the gun against my dad's skull.
"Harry, please don't do this!" I cry. "I'll do anything!"
He pulls the trigger.
My dad's lifeless body falls straight onto the ground.
"No!" I scream at the top of my lungs, pain coating my voice as hot tears flushed down my face.
Harry tucks his gun into his jeans, just like nothing had happened.
I jolted against the handcuffs as hard as I possibly could, but there was no way I was getting out of them without Harry unlocking me.
When Harry started approaching my hysterical body, I tried my best to back away as much as possible, obviously not being able to go too far.
I was still sobbing over my father's death, my breathing uncontrollably quick. Harry sits next to me, on the edge of the bed.
He lifts his hand to my cheek, and I flinch, still crying.
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Fanfiction-completed- His breath tampered on my neck as he backed me into a corner. "Look at me." he demands in a disturbingly-menacingly-calm tone. I couldn't. He wants to hurt me. He wants me dead. I felt his paradoxically gentle, soft hand grip my chin...