My eyes fluttered open and I stretched my arms, sitting up, only to be pulled back down by a tan tattooed arm around my waist. I froze, knowing exactly who's it was. And I didn't want to wake him up, this could give me a chance. Slowly, I pulled his arm up slightly and quickly scooted under it, making it safely.

But, to my dismay, he woke up with a groan. Then he shuffled onto his side, his back now to me. "If you thought you were getting out of here, you were wrong," Harry's voice was husky, deeper than usual and I knew that was because he was previously resting.

This time I groaned and stood up on his bed, grabbing the pillow I'd fallen asleep with my head on and whacked him with it. While screaming, "Why not you kidnapping motherfucker?! My Dad is probably looking for me!" I hit him again and went for a third hit when he grabbed my ankle, spinning around quickly and whipping me down.

His glare was cold, and his eyes were glazed over with anger. I froze, not caring that my chest was pressed against his and we were in a position that I'd never pictured myself in with him. "I already called your Dad and-"

Before he could continue, the brunette girl marched in, I believe her name was Eleanor, and she looked pissed. "Harold, keep your pet under control! This whole house is trying to sleep!" I scoffed. Did she really just call me his pet.

Right when I was going to fire something back at her, Harry stood up, shoving me off himself and making me fall onto my back on the mattress. "She's not my pet!" He fired back, clenching his fists, which were now turning white.

I nodded, pointing at him while giving a glare to Eleanor. "He's right, I'm not anyones pet!"

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Sure you're not. I bet-" Before she could continue Genevieve walked in, her arms crossed until she shoved Eleanor out of her way. Making Eleanor stumble and hit the wall with her side. "HARRY EDWARD!" Genevieve screamed, and grabbed him by the tip of his ear, pulling him out of the room, even though he was only in boxers.

Ohmygod, he was spooning me! I jumped up and ran from the bed, trying to not let my mind drift onto that. Then my eyes landed back on Eleanor, who was glaring at me as Louis, who I hadn't noticed entered the room, grabbed her hand and started to walk out.

"Wait!" I screamed and sighed, knowing that even I was shocked by what I was going to ask, "Where's Harry?" Eleanor didn't give Louis a chance to reply and just pulled him out of the door, slamming the door behind the both of them. I sighed, falling down the wall and letting my butt smack against the ground. Not caring about the pain anymore.

I don't know how long I sat there. I just know that I couldn't keep my mind off of what Harry was saying when Eleanor'd walked in and stopped him. And now I was just staring at the door. Contemplating if I should yell for him or not. People might think I'm starting to soften up and I haven't been here that long, plus I haven't acted out my perfect escape plan.

Sighing, I knew I'd have to. Let's just hope he's here. "Harrrrry!" I yelled, stretching out the 'r' in his name and stretching out my legs, which were slightly sore because I'd been sitting for probably a while, and slowly stood myself up. "Harrrryy!" I tried again, stretching out the 'r' and 'y'.

Within a few seconds, Harry was right behind me and I screamed, "What the fuck?!" I spun around at the feeling of his breath and tumbled back but before I could hit the ground, Harry caught me, pulling me back up so that his chest was touching mine again. "How the hell did you get in?!"

He chuckled and I pulled back, showing his chest farther away from mine. "I climbed through the window, simple." I gaped at him. There were no stairs, nothing. Before I could ask 'how', he read my expression and shook his head. "Maybe I'll tell you, maybe I won't." I groaned.

Which just made him smirk, and me take another step back. "Back to the better question, what were you talking about when you mentioned my Dad earlier?"

All the color drained from Harry's face and he suddenly froze, which, despite the circumstances, made me smirk this time. "I don't remember that.." He finally chocked after a few seconds.

I scoffed. "Right before Eleanor walked in, don't try and avoid the subject."

He groaned, his soft gaze slightly turning into a burning glare as he leaned up against the windowsill, which was still open and blowing cool wind inside. "Why do you care?"

"That's my Dad, jackass!" I screamed and stood up on his bed to try and match his height, cursid shortness! Fuck!

Another smirk appeared on Harry's plump pink lips and I just wanted to smack it off, "I told him to make sure to send me all your crap," I gaped at him again, my eyes growing wide, "and that you're starting some college in Alaska, oh, and I promised you'd be sending him some postcards. And maybe, if you behave yourself, I'll let you call him and shit, maybe even visit him."

My mouth couldn't process words, I was frozen in place and shocked. He really did that? The smirk that'd stayed on his lips showed that what he was saying was true and I honestly didn't think anyone in their right mind was that evil. But Harry's not in his right mind, I was reminded by my subconscious and then brought back into reality.

Harry's smirk was still evident and I went bizerk, "How are you smiling about what you did?!" I could tell my eyes were watering but I wouldn't let the tears flow, "That's my Dad! That's my life! And you're fucking ruining it! I hate you, I really fucking hate your dumbassness and every bit of you! Do you get joy out of this?! Of ruining peoples lives!" I screamed, stepping off his bed and up to him, tears staining my cheeks as I spoke, my voice slightly cracking, "You're taking everything I love and care about from me, why?!"

For a second Harry looked dumbfounded, but then his eyes narrowed and I swear I saw his eyes flash a goldish silver as he straightened his back. Just as Halley, or Rebekah walked inside, Harry gripped my throat tightly, spinning us both and shoving me against the wall forcefully. Making me whimper and close my eyes with the impact before quickly reopening them.

"Because you're mine!" Harry screamed in my face, his minty breath hitting me hard as his grip around my throat tightened. "Stop being such a bitch and accept it!" His voice was deeper than usual and louder, much louder, it was slightly hurting my ears.

I heard a gasp in the background and remembered Rebekah was in here, I clasped my hands on Harry's and tried to pry them off. Only managing to get them to slighten up barely by any, "Rebekah-" I choked out, squeezing my eyes shut and kicking my leg once. I was losing oxygen, fast.

She rushed up, grabbing Harry's arm, "Harry, let go! You're hurting her! Let her go! That's your mate!" Rebekah's words must've got through to him because his eyes widened and he released me, making my body crumple to the ground as I struggled to catch my breath. "Harry, let's talk," I could barely hear Rebekah as she grabbed Harry's hand and walked from the room.

A few minutes later I fell to the ground, holding my throat gently in my hands and crying softly. How'd I get into this mess? How'd my life become so ruined in such short time? But two things were etched into my mind over both of those questions;

One: How'd Harry's eyes turn that color?

And two: What'd Halley- I mean Rebekah, mean by 'mate'?

Notes

Heyya,
So, this was an interesting chapter to write.
Sorry if it sounds like I just through it all together.
I was kind of in a hurry. Oops.
At least I updated this one though, right?
Okay, here's TWO hints to the next chapter:
"Maybe you're right.."
"I am right."
And Alice starts her escape ;)
CacaLovesHazza .Xx