Fear

this is not right.
not at all.
i shouldn't be in a giant car with black tinted windows, with some psychopath, going to help him with god knows what. not to mention i have a killer headache and i feel like i'm going to faint any second. why am i feeling so weak?
why the hell did i agree to help him? how do i even know he's going to stick to his words?
okay calm down Rosie, you're doing this for yourself, he's gonna leave you alone after this.
if only i knew....
"where did you learn about wounds again?"
i was snapped out of my thoughts by his voice again, once again he was staring at me with so much force i felt the need to get a little more away from him, but unfortunately that was not possible, since i was already leaning on the door.
i cleared my throat, trying very hard not to scream and jump out of the car right there, and told him:
"my friends mother was a nurse, she taught her and i learned from her."
his face didn't change at all, not even a single nod, it was like he wasn't even listening to me.
i looked at my lap playing with my fingers. but i couldn't stop myself from sneaking another glance from him and he was still looking at me. doesn't his mother teach him it's rude to stare?
well i guess she did but like i said, he's a psychopath, so.......
"you know, i'm starting to think you're smarter than i thought you were"
he's voice was so emotionless, it was like listening to a robot. nothing. just plain, cold and empty.
i whispered in answer:
"why?"
i didn't dare look up at him again, i feel so small when i look at him. i don't like it.
i don't like it at all.
"well, most of the other girls i took with me would've either tried to get away or start screaming in the car, or try to hit me and get help from some one."
i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and thought about it. why wasn't i doing those things?
well maybe because he threatened to kill me that's why.
i couldn't stop myself from saying:
"i think i'm the dumb one for not doing those things"
he didn't waste a second before starting to talk again almost like he was waiting for me to say that:
"no, you're actually a lot smarter Rosalie, i don't think you're not familiar with what i'm capable of, i know you know that i get away with everything i do, i can do whatever the fuck i want and they will let me get away with it, just because i give them what they want,more money. so even if you did miraculously get away from me and my guards alive, The people you all pathetically think of your guardians, and i mean the police, will throw you right back at me. i get away with selling drugs, killing dozens of people, ruining millions of peoples lives Rosalie, i think now you know why you're smarter than them, because the moment i got those girls back, i either put a bullet through their heads myself, or i gave them to someone else to do the favor. just giving you a heads up before you try anything."
he leaned forward on his sit and said:
"I always win Rosalie"
i was looking at him with my mouth agape and i could feel a tear rolling down my cheek, every single second spent with him, every single second knowing more about him makes my hatred for him bigger, how can he? how could he?
how can he talk about this like he's talking about the weather? how can he talk about ruining other peoples lives and taking their lives like it's nothing?
how could he even do those things?
What have i got myself in to?

"sir, we've arrived"
Styles opened his door not acknowledging the driver and got out of the car while keeping the door opened, it took me a moment to realize he was waiting for me, i swallowed hardly feeling my throat dry, and tried to clean my face from my tears with my hands but it was no use, they kept coming.
i got out of the car and looked anywhere but styles. i looked around only to realize we were in front of a place which kinda looked like a ware house, even though i could say it had seen better days, it seemed abandoned, and there was nothing around it as far as i could see.
although there were a couple of cars parked next to where we were standing and some men standing in front of the warehouses door, both of them were smoking.
i felt a tight grip on my wrist and i froze knowing it was Styles. after what he told me in the car, i don't think i can hide it anymore that i'm scared shitless of him, and neither i'm stupid enough to try and get away from him.
cause just like he said, he'll always win.
"Jones, get me a water bottle and some tissues"
both of the men who were standing in front of the ware house smoking jumped at the sudden voice of their boss, when they looked up, i could see the fear in their eyes, when they were looking at him.
i guess it's not just me then.
i also noticed they looked a lot alike, both had familiar face structures and the same color of skin and hair. i guess they were related.
"y-yes sir"
the older looking one said that and they both dumped their cigarets on the ground before each of them quickly walked towards a separate car and practically ran back to us, one holding 2 water bottle while the other one was holding a tissue box, even though styles asked for 1 bottle and some tissues.
Styles grabbed the water bottles and gave me the tissue box to hold and dragged me behind the ware house, some where no one could see us.
he stopped when he was sure no one was seeing us and stood in front of me, i could hear my heart beating rapidly against my chest, what the hell was he going to do?
he was looking at my face and grabbed a tissue before opening one of the water bottles and handing the other one to me as well.
after wetting the tissue, without any warning he wiped it across my face and mostly around my eyes before grabbing another tissue and doing the same.
i was so stunned i had no idea what was going on. was he cleaning me?
i looked at the tissues in his hand and realized they were covered in black.
oh....
i guess i had mascara on and when i cried it got on my face, not to mention i must've wiped it over my face and cheeks when i was trying to wipe the tears away.
after he was done with cleaning my face with the tissues he threw the bottle carelessly away even though it still had water in it and grabbed another tissue, this time drying my face.
i think my eyes must be the size of tennis balls.
he didn't look any different while doing it, the same penetrating look on his face, and having him this close really didn't help with anything.
he grabbed the bottle from my hand and opened the cap while handing it back to me saying:
"drink"
i looked at him not moving an inch and he said:
"Drink the water Rose, you haven't drank or ate anything since you woke up and it's really questioning how you haven't fainted yet, specially with the stress you're having. so drink if you don't want to black out again ,this time not caused by me"
ok, this guy has problems. first he tells me about him killing other girls in the car, and now he's acting like he cares about me and cleans my face? is this guy bipolar or something.
wait, yes, yes he is. a monkey can see that.
i just grabbed the bottle and drank from it looking anywhere but him. but i still could feel his stare on me, and believe me when i say it's not easy to drink when you have a pair of eyes eye raping you.
after i drank more than half of the water bottle, i felt better. i guess he was right, i needed it.
he grabbed my other hand and started walking back and dragging me with him again, first making me stumble, but i stopped myself from stopping and continued following him with a little bit struggle since he was walking really fast and i was wearing these shoes that weren't even mine and they were small for me.
since you know, i lost my own shoes when he and his men were chasing me last night.
not that walking in those heels would've been better.
speaking about last night, how long was i out? it's already dark so it means at least 12 hours.
Oh my god! granny! Nicole! they're going to be looking for me!
"How long..."
i blurted out panicking, but when i remembered with who and where i was, i shut my mouth.
"ask me your question Rosalie"
it seemed more like a demand, so i did, i don't want to get on his bad side from what i've heard.
"how long was i p-passed out?"
"from last night, so i'd say about 13-14 hours. i texted your friend and your grandmother, they think you're with me, how shall i put this, having fun"
i stopped dead in my tracks with my jaw hanging open, that bastard! he was smirking!
"and your friend Nicole if i'm right, seems to be really, interesting, from the texts she's sent to you"
how the hell could he go through my phone!!! who gave him permission?!! cause i know i didn't !!!
if he wasn't a psychopath, my kidnapper, a murderer, and a billionaire criminal, i would've given him a piece of my mind.
"Jones open the door!"
i jumped at the tone of his voice again, it was really harsh. even though it shouldn't have, but it made me feel bad for whoever works with him.
the 2 men we saw first also jumped from their seats and ran to the door opening it, it was a heavy door so they struggled with it a little but opened it nonetheless.
Inside of the warehouse was a lot brighter than i expected it would be and Styles walked in without thanking the men or even throwing them a glance, but he didn't tell me to follow him or grab my hand to drag me with him, so does this mean i don't have to go with him? it would be a lot better-...
"Rosalie!"
oh when is anything in my favor!
i rolled my eyes mentally and ran to catch up with Styles.

Notes

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