Jess's POV
I woke up with a huge headache, and my wrist hurts extremely bad. What the hell happened last night? I went to sit up but my arm stopped me. My good wrist was handcuffed to the bed frame. What the actual fuck. That's when all the memories came back to me. The handsome green eyed kidnapper, all of the other men who pushed me into the car, the escape, running into Kyle. Oh shit! Kyle! What if they hurt him! He never did anything. If he got hurt it would be my fault. I never should of run towards him. Of course I would get caught escaping, I was in the same bloody parking lot. What if Harry killed him? I looked down at my legs, and thats when I noticed that I wasn't wearing my dress anymore. I was wearing some of my clothes. How did they get my clothes? How did I get into my CLOTHES? Holy shit. The stripped me and then dressed me again. They could of easily raped me while I was knocked out! Oh my gosh. Why can't they just kill me and get it over with? I pulled my hand up to my chest out of habit to grab my locket my mother gave me before she died. It wasn't there. No, no, no, no, no. This is the last thing I have the belonged to my mom. I'd rather die than not have it. Why is this happening to me? I felt tears run down my face. I wanted my mom back, I wanted my brother to come home from college and steal me back. I want my dad to notice me. I want my old life back. I wanted to be away from these strange men. My freaking out seized when I heard the voice of the guy I wanted to be away from. Harry.
"Mornin' sleepy head." I heard Harry chirp. When he took in my tears he stopped. He looked a little sad. Hell, I was sad. I haven't cried in years. Ever sense my mom died. After that happened I kind of became numb, a little cold too.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked gently
"Where is my locket?" I asked
"Gone."
"Ovbiously. I have to have it. I need it back." I cried
"Why? Is there a camera in it?" Harry asked with a smirk "Did you lose your last hope of getting away?" He said again
"What? No. Why would I have a camera in my necklace?" I asked
"Oh come on! You think you can trick me?" Harry said with a hard laugh
"I honestly don't know what your talking about! My necklace doesn't have a camera in it and my dad is a surgeon and didn't do whatever the hell you think he did!" I yelled at him "Plus, I don't appreciate being handcuffed." I hissed at him
"Babe, your dad is a very bad person." Harry said
"My name is Jess, and if my dad who saves life to a living is a bad person, then what does it make you." I sneered
"I accept that I'm a bad person but your dad lies about his job." Harry pointed out
"Really? What is my dad's job than!" I challenged
"He is a arms dealer."
"Yeah, and I'm Kurt Cobain's sister." I said with a laugh
"I'm serious, Jess! He is." Harry protested
"I don't believe you." I said
"I can make you." Harry said and then left. As he walked away relief flooded through me but soon left when he walked back in with a old shoe box.
"What's this?" I asked
"Proof."
"Of?" I encouraged
"Of what your dad is." Harry said simply
Harry pushed the box near me, when I didn't move he picked up my hand and the contact sent butterflies through my stomach and I absolutely hated it. I ignored the butterflies and blamed it on the fact that I was aware that he could kill me whenever he wanted. I carefully brought my hand up to the box and opened it, I was surprised to see such a normal thing in the box. I was expecting a human hand of some sort of body part but all that was in there was pictures. I paused. What would pictures have anything to do with proving that my dad is a bad person?
"Go on." Harry encouraged when I didn't move. I huffed and picked up the first picture
As I kept looking through them the more tears formed in my eyes. In the pictures, there were guns, my dad, my dad selling guns and lots of money, woman and drugs. He has been lying to me my whole life. He has been a criminal for so long and he has been telling me stories about him saving lives when in all reality he was taking them. He put me in danger for some money and drugs. He knew that I could easily be killed but he still carried on with doing what he was doing. Why was he doing this? Did he care that I could get hurt? Did he know that some pint his life choices would catch up with him? The last question scared me the most. Is this why my mom died? I felt the tears run down my face, I didn't even bother to stop them. I didn't look up until I felt a warm finger swipe across my cheek in attempt to get the tears away.
"I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I'm sorry about what your dad did. I'm sorry you had to pushed into the brutal world that a beautiful, innocent, loving, caring, perfect girl like you should be no where near. I'm sorry." I heard Harry say. To my intense surprise It looked like his eyes were watering. I never thought he would be the type of guy to cry. I couldn't stop myself. As stupid as it sounds I through my arms around Harry and hugged him and cried my eyes out. I noticed he tensed up at first. Obviously not used to any kind of affection. But I did't care. I needed someone and he was the only person I had. One thing (Hehe get it?) came clear in my mind....I hated my dad and My dad killed my mom and he was going to kill me too.