Am I Safe?

Alana's POV~
The pain is sharp and instantaneous. I feel it bolt up my leg and back down to my foot. I call out in pain and hug my legs to my chest as I lay in the fetal position on the sidewalk. My vision and senses are blurred as I try to forget the pain to continue my escape. There are people talking hastily around me or maybe it’s someone talking to me I couldn't tell. I look down at my leg and try to regain focus, I see blood dripping down onto the concrete and my ankle twisted at an unnatural angle. I start to feel woozy. Black spots begin to cover my vison as I continue to stare at the warm red liquid dripping down my scraped up leg. Someone's arms wrap around me picking me up off the ground. I look up trying to figure out whom exactly. I never get a good look as I keep coming in and out of sleep. I give up and rest my head against their chest. I feel each step as I fight to stay awake. I don't know how long I stay like this, limp body, eyes closed, and pale, in the arms of a stranger, but the next thing I know I am being set down. The door next to me closes and I can tell I am in a car, probably Harry's, but I am too resigned to open my eyes and try to escape. I realize that my body has been running on adrenaline the whole time I was running. Now it is back to bite be in the ass. It was like a really bad sugar high when you eat a lot of sweets then you pass out. Which was exactly what I am about to do (pass out). I lay my head against what I presume to be the window and let sleep consume me.
"You'll be safe soon." I hear right before I am out cold.


Harry's POV~
Alana is sleeping next to me breathing heavily. Every now and then I take a glimpse at her ankle. She most likely broke it I'll call Brenton to see if he can come over and give her a cast or wrap it up. It. usually isn't this hard to get the girls I save to come with me. I didn't mean to scare her. I guess the whole stalker thing wasn't the best tactic, but it's all I could do if I didn't want fucking Drake to find out I was going to after the same girl as him. I return my gaze make to the empty street I have been driving down. We are nearing the hide out now. When she wakes I'll really have to explain everything. Earlier when I first wanted to explain I just didn't know how to word anything. Usually I have a whole speech I give, but with Alana I just couldn't lay that on her like that. I shake it off and pull up behind the hide out house. I get Alana out of her seat and carry her into the guest bedroom once we get into the house. After laying her down on the bed and pulling the blanket over her I make my way to the living room and call Brenton.

Alana's POV~

I blink my eyes a few times before I wake up completely. Hmmm this bed is soft. I turn on my side and that is when I feel it. The burning pain in my ankle and the blazing headache I have. Despite the pain I bolt straight up in the unfamiliar bed. Ripping the bulky comforters back I see a thick green cast on my left ankle and a paper thin white wrap covering the cuts and scrapes on my legs. When was this done, I surely would've woken up if someone was putting a cast on me. I look around the room, there are no windows but two doors one on each side. I get up and place my hand on the wall for support. I make my way to the door on the right of the room. Placing my ear against it I listen for anything. Light voices are conversing the other side. I can't make out anything that they are saying but I think there are two people. Maybe there won't be anyone behind the other door. I shuffle around trying to make very little noise. I pause before continuing, the voices are still talking. I make the movement to lift my cast but it gets caught on the old wooden floor. I fall on my hands which softens the blow but not by much. The pain is intensified but I stay quiet in hopes that they didn't hear me. I listen but the voices have stopped.
"I think she's awake." I hear Harry say outside the door I was just next to. Damn why am I so clumsy? The door inches open and I start to back away using my hands to slide to the other door. Right when Harry sticks his head in the room a splinter punctures my hand.
"Ahh" I breathe out picking my hand up and examining the wound. Harry steps into the room and walks towards me. I hold my breath and pull my arm against my chest.
"You just can't stop hurting yourself can you? Here let me see." Harry reaches towards me sincerity in his voice. I look up into his eyes hesitating. Maybe he'll help me, no no... He kidnapped me. I turn my body away from him and back away some more.
"I am trying to help why can't you see that?" Harry says in exasperation, his expression changes to one of irritation. Honestly I could care less if he is upset but do I really want to anger him. Before I have the chance to make up my mind he reaches forward and takes my injured hand in a firm grip pulling it toward his face. I hold my breath as he inspects it very slowly he takes his other hand and pulls out the splinter. Although the irritation is still there the pain has been relieved. Harry rubs the area making it feel better.
"There. Are you okay?" I look into his eyes not saying anything for a few seconds.
"I just had a splinter." I scuff it didn't hurt that much. A small smirk appears on Harrys face.
"I meant in general, Alana." He says his voice dipping with humor. I roll my eyes at him and can't help but laugh a little. Am I okay? My head is pounding, my ankle is killing me, and I'm kinda hungry. Besides that I seem to be fine. I nod my head and look down at my fingers notted in my lap.
"Let’s get you up, I need you to meet someone." I shoot my eyes up to meet his, panicked.
"No one bad, in fact they are here to help you too." He smiles down at me as he stands. I try to stand but the pain in my ankle is too much right now. Harry tells me to wait while he runs off somewhere. He comes back not a moment later with a roller chair.
"Sorry we don't have a wheelchair but this is the next best thing. Let me help you up." I acknowledge him with a small nod. Once I am successfully in the chair, he pushes me through the door into the next room. I cover my eyes the lightning is a lot brighter in here then the bedroom.
"Are you actually going to explain this time or do you even have an explanation?" I ask quietly keeping my eyes down on my lap.
"Yah I think it's about time Harry gives you an explanation." I look up and there is a man a little older then Harry leaning on the wall. He has short dark brown hair, hazel eyes, broad shoulders, and a lean body. I assume this is who he wanted me to meet. i can't help but stare at the him. He is quite attractive, if I wasn't in this situation he would probably be the kind of guy that I would want to date. I remember my manners when he meets my gaze and gives me a small smile, I return the gesture the best that I can but it comes out more as a frown somehow.
“Okay Alana, before we start do you want something to eat or drink?" Harry asks walking across the room.
“Water please." I whisper quietly, he turns to his friend and asks him the same calling him by the name Brenton. Harry leaves us alone as he goes to retrieve the beverages. I look down at my casted ankle examining it because it was awkward for my gaze to be anywhere else. How did this all happen so quickly. I sigh to myself shaking my head. I guess this caught Brenton's attention as he looked up and started to question me.
"Does it hurt? How does the cast feel, to snug, to loose? How is your head?" I can feel my eyes widen in surprise, why all the sudden questions.
“My ankle hurts and it feels swollen, the cast seems to be fine, and i have a blazing headache. Do you know who put this thing on me anyway?" I ask rubbing my forehead. He nods and points to himself.
“I put it on you. I'm a personal doctor." I guess he took my confused expression as a way for him to elaborate a little bit more.
"It means that I meet my patients in their homes. Also I have prescribed you pain medicine that should help the headache, the ankle pains, and bring down the swelling by a lot. Make sure you take these with a full stomach, or you will probably get sick. Do you have any other questions?" I take a moment to absorb all the newfound information. I wonder what's taking Harry so long, right then he walks through the door with the drinks. Once he is settled we jump into a new conversation.
"I already told her everything she needs to know about the pain medication. She should be used to the cast in a few days. Get her to start walking with the crutches so she'll become more accommodated to the feel of it. Besides that she should be fine." Brenton finishes flashing a perfect smile my way. How can they act so normal about all of this, they have probably done it before. Now that I think about it I remember Blake saying something about 'saving these girls'. I break from my thoughts when I hear my name being called.
"Alana?"
"What?" I look up and they both have worried looks on their faces.
“Is something wrong? Do I have something on my face?" I feel around my face starring at them expectantly.
“We were calling your name for thirty seconds, did you not hear us at all?". I shake my head no. Why is that a problem, I was only thinking.
“Harry if Alana has sudden blurry vision or chronic head pain, you need to take her to a hospital as soon as possible. Alana if your headache becomes extremely unbearable you need to tell him or if you have blurred vision like i said. It could make the difference between you being alive and dead." Harry nods his head while I just sit there observing the two.
“Also Harry it would be best if you didn't put too much stress or worry on her. If her anxiety goes up it could cause these reactions to happen." He gets up as if to leave, Harry stands with him.
“You have my number if you see anything that is unusual or not listed in the paper of things to look out for. I hope everything works out. Goodbye Alana remember what I told you" I attempt to stand to shake his hand only to get scolded by both boys lecturing me about how I may hurt myself for standing up too quickly or something. I wave them off, he said I would have to get used to walking on the crutches anyway.
"Okay, okay I get it." I snap finally getting them to shut up. Brenton half smirks while Harry the grouch glares at me.
Brenton leaves a few minutes later, Harry walked him out giving me time to look around. Everything seemed normal except that there weren't any windows. It had tile flooring, the walls were painted light brown, and the furniture was something that I would probably buy for my house. I am so confused by how everything can be so normal and then get crazy all at once. I hate this, I hate all of it, Harry included. I hear the front door close so I prepare myself for his arrival. He strides into the room seconds later.
Harry's POV:
I walk back into the room and take a seat across from Alana. I stare at her for a bit observing what she does. Her gaze reaches mine but she quickly looks away. I can see her get uncomfortable under my stare. How should I tell her, how will she react? Will she try to run again; well she couldn't get far anyways. I decide to just tell her from the beginning. I take a deep breath and start my explanation.
“I.. I used to be a part of this business, this business made me stalk and kidnap women. I would scare them into coming with me and then they would go through this awful process of getting sold to men for f-for sex." I pause and look up at her, I can tell she's thinking over what I said, and before her expression turns to one of confusion and disgust I continue.
"I got into the business because of this man named Richard; I needed the money to take care of my sister and I. She had no idea what I was doing but she was getting suspicious, I came to the conclusion that it was time to stop and earn money another way. I tried to quit and tell them that this wasn't for me, but they wouldn't let me out of it saying things like 'you made a deal with us' 'you’re the best we have, you were made for this business' trying to get me to stay. I said no and left, I guess they didn't appreciate it because they went after my sister the next night." I take a deep breath glancing up at her. She looks shocked by what I've said, frankly I am not surprised, anyone would be. But there seemed to be something else in her eyes, sympathy maybe I don't know, whatever it was it gave me this warm sense of comfort.
"Thankfully I was able to stop them but she got shot in the side. I thought I would lose her but she pulled through." I laugh a little thinking back at the moment she woke up.
*Flash back*

When will she ducking wake up, you said she was okay?!" I was crying again yelling at the doctor. I hated that I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face. Gemma has been asleep for 3 days since the accident. The doctor kept promising me that she would wake up, that she would make a full recovery. Either this doctor was full of shit or I don't know anything.
"You have to give her body time to recover she lost a lot of blood. Sir please just calm down, go sit down and wait. Waiting is all that we can do for the time being." I glare at him but go back to her room. I huff as I take my seat down next to her. I haven't slept much since we got here and as I lay my head down on the side of the bed I can feel myself start to drift off. I wake to a crunching sound, I raise my head and wipe my eyes. Glancing at the clock my eyes widen I have been asleep for 10 hours! The crunching sound proceeds, I turn and look at Gemma jumping out my seat I wipe my eyes checking to see if I'm still asleep.
"Hey Harry, want some? I hope you don't mind I took them out of your bag the nurse is taking forever with my food and I am starving" she laughs to herself holding out a bag of Lays potato chips. I slowly shake my head no.
"How long have you been awake? Why didn't you wake me up? How could you scare me like that I have been worried sick" My eyes and nose start to burn telling me I'm on the verge of crying again. Gemma just shakes her head and waves her hand for me to come closer. I sit back where I was before, she encourages my head to lay on the mattress so I do just that. I close my eyes as she runs her hand through my hair.
"Dang Harry when was the last time you took shower your hair is a bloody mess." She laughs as if it's the funniest thing in the world I raise my head and glare at her, she continues before I get the chance to explain my lack of hygiene.
"I am just messing with you, to answer your questions I have been awake for about an hour, I didn't wake you up because the nurse said you haven't slept or had anything to eat in days and that all the doctors were surprised you haven't fainted yet. So I let you sleep, also I know how cranky you can be when you're tired," she smiles down at me trying to lighten the mood.
"I kind of figured you would've been worried, but before you go yelling at me you have to explain to me what the hell you have been up to. Who were those men?
*Flash back over*
Alana stares at me expectantly, I break out of my daze and stand up, she backs into her seat more.
"After the incident with my sister I found a way to make money, a better and more funded way. I decided to start my own "business", and I use that word lightly, where I find out what girls they are planning to go after that month, week, or day and I stop them. I convince, or in your case scare and kidnap, them to come with me I explain who Richard and Drake are and what they are trying to do. I have many people in this business who help me out. I have about twelve safe houses around the city where I keep the girls till I know it's okay for them to leave. I can't do all this with just my own will power and dedication so the police and I are teamed up. For now we just have the women under surveillance until we can find and arrest Richard. It's a very slow process that we have to take one step at a time." she seems amazed in a way.
"I don't know why yet but you're very important to them, they have been watching you since before I even got into the business. You have something they want and I have a feeling they will stop at nothing to get it. That is why we are at my safest location under full security at all times. Do you now understand that I am helping you and won't hurt you?" She simply nods her head; I wish I knew what was running through her head.
"Penny for your thoughts?" this got her attention.
"Huh?" she turns her head to the side in confusion. I walk over to her chair and place each hand on the armrest. I am so close to her I can feel her breathing increase a bit. Her eyes meet mine and I try to act unaffected by the feeling rushing through me. Alana on the other hand can't hide her emotions at all. I smirk at her reaction. She surprises me by speaking out
“If you are really here to protect me then why the whole creepy stalker act. Why did you give me the dress?" Her eyes widen in shock I think of her own outburst. I think a moment before answering her.
"I had to make you afraid and aware of the people around you, not trust anyone because maybe they were your stalker or some situation like that. The dress was because I was following you around obviously but I actually did think that the dress would look nice on you and I wanted to have a little fun.” I wink at her and laugh when I see the pink rise to her cheeks.
"Okay I believe you but you don't have my trust yet, keep your distance" she sighs a breath of relief as I back away with her words.
Alana's POV:
I sighed in relief as Harry removed himself from my personal space. I had a lot to think over but at the moment all I wanted was to eat something and sleep. I am beyond exhausted, and am so ready to wake up from this nightmare. Things are clearer now but some of it is still too weird to be true.

Notes

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