Heidi POV

I could literally see the sheer anger radiating out of Harry and the guy with the brown hair also looked pissed. Zayn on the other hand just looked disappointed but not angry which I was confused about. My heart was POUNDING in my chest and my breathing quickened. I was so scared right now.

“Get. Away. From. The. Girl.” Harry orders me through gritted teeth while slowly walking over to me and the poor girl. What do I do? What the fuck do I do?! THINK HEIDI!

Wait….I am armed with weapons….

Do I use them? I’ve never actually stabbed anyone before. Then I look over at Harry’s deathly face and I mentally nod my head. I was going to have to fight back otherwise I will also end up like this girl.

But I need Harry to come a little closer first.

As I mentally form a quick plan in my head, I see from the back of the room, Zayn and the brown haired boy fully step inside the room and shut the door. They stand in front of it preventing us from escaping. Great! At least I was armed and they didn’t know….yet.

Finally, Harry is standing directly in front of me and the still cuffed girl. I mentally smirk to myself and I know I am also slowly developing a predatory face.

“Run when I tell you to.” I quickly whisper at the girl before swiftly yanking out the knife from my boot and cutting open the cuffs freeing her. I can see from the corner of my eye, her rubbing her wrists. They were probably really sore!

I turned my attention to Harry who had his mouth agape. I took this as an opportunity to lunge at him, surprising him. And without thinking, I let all of my anger out on him and manage to plunge the knife into his right arm. He grasps his arm and groans in pain while doubling over. The pain must be excruciating. I really had no time to react to my own actions. Usually I would be crying at the sight in front of me but I felt nothing.

I stood there with a…smug grin?

I guess this was kind of the start of my revenge. For all of the times he beat me up and abused me. This is the pain I felt throughout high school.

I suddenly got an aching pain in my chest as I stood there watching him in pain. I groaned out loud. Noooo not now! I can't let feelings get in the way!

I quickly snapped out of my trance remembering I had a poor and abused girl to rescue. I look over at her and I can see tears streaming down her face as she watches Harry.

I suddenly hear a LOUD howl erupt. I jump and turn my gaze to the brown haired guy. He looks at Harry and then at me with nothing but pure hatred and rage in his eyes.

Oops…I forgot him and Zayn were still there.

I quickly crouched down to Harry’s height and harshly pulled out the knife from his arm. I gagged a little bit as I did so. I was going to get nightmares about this later on.

I quickly get up and regain my balance before turning to the two angry guys in front of me. Yes, now Zayn was pissed.

I didn’t really have time to register the fact that the brown haired guy was lunging towards me until I felt the impact on my back hitting the floor while he was on top. This reminded me a lot of my little bitchfight with Jamie. My knife goes flying out of my hand landing right next to the lost girl. I see her pick it up but that is all I see before I feel a strong force on my stomach. I felt it again. And again. I whimpered in pain but he just did not stop.

“RUN GODDAMNIT!” I shout in pain at the girl. Even though I couldn’t see her, I knew she was still here. She needed to get out of here before she got hurt.

Hang on! I have a gun in my jeans. I had never shot a gun before but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I slowly but achingly try to wriggle my way out of his firm grip whimpering every time he threw another punch to my stomach.

“Fucking bitch! You fucking stabbed my leader! Now you with have to suffer the same as he did you fucking whore!” he yells pretty much everytime he punches me. Fuck it hurt. So much.
As soon as my hands are released, I fumble for the gun under my jumper however he does not catch on to what I am doing. What kind of gang person is he? Like seriously! He’s so stupid!

I quickly yank the gun out and point it at his leg not wanting to kill him. I don’t think I could EVER live with myself if I killed someone….

I shot the gun hitting his leg perfectly. He slumped over to the side clutching his leg in pain. Oops…

I slowly get up, with the noise of the gunshot still ringing in my ears. I turn around and hold the gun up expecting to see and angry Zayn but I see that he is also now on the floor clutching his left arm. The girl stood there with the knife in her shaky hand with a proud face?

I walk up to her avoiding both Harry and the brown haired guy in pain.

“He was the one who abused me the most and now he feels my suffering…” she says quietly. She was a lot like me in a way. She was abused by them and now she has her revenge.

I shove the gun back in my jeans and carefully grasp the knife from her hand and crouching down to put it back in my boot.

“Come on, we need to get out of here.” I say in urgency. She nods at me with happiness and appreciation in her eyes.

I look back around at the mess we have created behind me. All three guys were still on the floor clutching their injuries. Each one shooting us death glares but too weak to do anything else. I give them a big smug smirk before waving at them and opening the door and leaving this damned place.


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We arrived back at my house after a quiet car ride. Yes, I stole Harry’s car but he will get it back….eventually…..never…..

I walk up to my house with the quiet girl trailing behind me. I notice she is a lot like me. The old me and the new me. Shy but angry.

“You can stay at mine if you want?” I offer her.

“Yeah sure thanks.” She says with a small smile. It is the first time I have seen her smile. “I actually don’t have any place to stay so I really appreciate it.” She adds.

Why doesn’t she have a place to stay?

I decide not to question her further. She has been through a rough time and needs rest and space. Now thinking about it….so do I.

“Where can I sleep?” she asks shyly. I smile warmly at her.

“You can take my bed if you want I can sleep on the sofa or make a bed on the floor.” I say. She looks at me horrified.

“No! No! You take your own bed. I’ll take the sofa!” she insists.

“Nope. You’ve been through a lot and you need to rest more than I do.” I reason with her.

“But you have been through just as much!” she argues back. I shake my head at her.

“Please just take my bed?” I plead. She sighs in defeat before slowly nodding her head. Just as she was about to turn around and head upstairs, I remembered I still don’t know her name.

“Wait! Can I ask you what your name is?” I call.

“Amanda.” She replies while smiling at me. “You?”

“Adriana.” I reply returning the smile. I could see right through her smile. She was tired, angry, in pain but most of all….scared.
“Well good night Adriana.” She says warmly while turning towards the stairs.

“Night.” I reply in the same tone before turning to the sofa to get some sleep.

Notes

ASDFGHJKL THIS WAS SOME INTENSE SHIT MAN....

I know it doesn't look like it but this is a love story so there will be a romance between Harry and Heidi just not yet.....

if you're wondering what Amanda looks like.... here ya go!



Chloe Grace Moretz....

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