Captured Soul

Harry’s car pulled into the parking lot of McDonald’s and he turned off the ignition. He jogged around to open my door.
“You know, I’m capable of opening my own door,” I smirk. He offers me his hand and in return, I high-five it. “Give me some skin,” I laugh and we walk inside the double doors.
Harry orders our food and we retreat to a nearby table looking out the window.
“I’m going to the loo,” I say, attempting my best British accent.
He smirks at me and replies, “Are you making fun of me?”
“I don’t know, am I?” I smirk back. I begin to turn and walk with an extra sway to my hips.
“I’ll be waiting, love.”
I take my time in the restroom, making sure I look at least halfway decent. My hair has kind of dissembled from its cute crown braid, so I tuck a few curls behind my ears. My eyeliner and eye shadow illuminated my grey eyes. I washed and dried my hands and exit the bathroom.
I heard faint voices as I walked through the hallway.
“YOU CAN’T JUST ALWAYS RUN AWAY FROM YOUR PROBLEMS HARRY!!!” a firm, deep voice boomed.
“I DIDN’T RUN AWAY FROM THEM!!! YOU PUSHED ME AWAY, SO DON’T EVEN GO THERE!!!” Harry’s voice exploded and vibrated off the walls.
I stopped in my tracks before I got caught in between a dramatic argument.
“I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING, HARRY! YOU THREW IT ALL AWAY FOR ONE NIGHT OF FUN! I NEVER PUSHED YOU AWAY, YOU DECIDED TO LEAVE ON YOUR OWN!”
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE BLAMING THIS ALL ON ME!” Harry shouted.
“WELL YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT, BECAUSE IT’S YOUR OWN FAULT THAT YOU’RE IN THIS SITUATION!” the deep voice loudly counter.
I decided to walk over to Harry, to try to calm him down before things escalated further. I placed my hand on his arm and he winced at the sudden contact.
“Let’s go,” Harry requested through gritted teeth.
“Okay, let’s go.” I grabbed my purse and Harry snatched my hand and squeezed it hard. I winced at the pain in my wrist, but I suck it up. I don’t need to add onto his anger.
He lead the way to the car, opening the passenger door. He doesn’t bother to wait for me to get in, he releases my arm and immediately walked to his own side and got in.
“Are you getting in or not!?” he demanded.
I stay silent and get in the car. He begins to drive way faster than the speed limit allows, and I don’t plan on dying in a car accident any time soon.
“Harry, slow down. You’re going twenty miles over the speed limit,” I say.
“Don’t tell me what to do!” Harry boomed.
“Okay, you just need to relax. Pull over. Please,” I begged.
“Look, I don’t need to relax. I need you to shut up for five minutes so I can focus on driving.”
I raised my eyebrow and my eyes widened.
“Okay, I get that you have some stuff going on with that dude back there, but I won’t just sit here and let you treat me like trash.” Luckily, we were at a stop light, so I opened my door and got out of the car.
“Stella, get back in the car.” I continued to walk in the cold air. “I’m not going to play games with you! Just get back in the car.”
I kept walking and I started to shiver. I gasped when I felt two hands on my waist. My captor turned me over and held me over his shoulder. I realized it was Harry when we walked over to his Range Rover. He opened the passenger door and effortlessly plopped me in the seat. He flicked a switch on the door which I assumed was the child lock. He got in the car and began to drive again.
“Harry, I don’t want to die today, so you need to slow down or let me out. I’m serious.”
He groans and slows the car down to a reasonable speed.
We drove in silence until we reached our neighborhood. Instead of dropping me off at my house, Harry parks his car in his own driveway and opens my door for me. I rolled my eyes at him and walked across the yard to my doorstep. I hear his door slam and I soon slammed my own behind me.

So far, my ‘morning breakfast’ has consisted of four donuts, three waffles, six yogurt cups, one ham sandwich, and three pieces of toast. My ‘morning routine’ has consisted of Netflix, Netflix, and Netflix. I have a lot of catching up to do on The Vampire Diaries.
(VAMPIRE DIARIES SPOILER ALERT!!! VAMPIRE DIARIES SPOILER ALERT!!!)
Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I finished the last episode of season five.
“NO! You can’t just kill Damon and just-“I cried. Just as I was complaining, a familiar head of curls walks in my room. I glared at him and rolled my eyes.
(END OF SPOILER!!!)
“Why are you crying?” Harry asked, sounding concerned. I wiped my face and continued watching the show. “Oh, please don’t tell me you’re crying over a television show.” I stayed silent but turned up the volume on the TV. “Really?” I turned up the volume even more. “Stella, you’re being ridiculous.” The sound grew louder as the volume increased again. “YOU’RE IMPOSSIBLE!” Harry shouted over the loud noise. Soon after, he opened the door and stormed out.
“Stella! You need to go get ready for practice!” my mom shouted from downstairs. I groaned loudly.
“Mom, I really don’t want to go to the rink. I’m going to have to train with a whole new team and a new coach. Please don’t make me!” I shouted back. I heard footsteps coming from the stairs. Uh-oh.
“You better get your lazy rear end up right this second! All you’ve done today is eat, eat and eat!”
“I’ve also watched two seasons of The Vampire Diaries. That should count for something,” I mumbled.
She left the room and replied, “We’re leaving in ten minutes!”
“UUGGGHHHH!” I rolled out of bed and I walked to my closet. I pulled my skating bag down from the shelf and packed my skates and ‘after practice clothes’. I put on my yoga pants and my Under Armor long sleeve. I pulled my hair into a tight sock bun and disregarded makeup. I zipped up my TEAM USA jacket and headed toward the door.
My mom was waiting in the car, ready to leave. As I closed the door behind me, I turned my head to see Harry rushing out of his house with a bag slung over his shoulder. He was wearing sweats and a tee shirt, with a beanie atop his head. He climbed in the car without even glancing at me and sped away.
“Stella, hurry up!”
“Sorry, sorry!”

This rink is very similar to the one back in the US that I used to practice at- the ice very smooth and polished, the locker rooms large enough to accommodate the team.
I unzipped my jacket and laced up my skates. I didn’t waste time; I stepped on the ice and got lost in the movements.
I warmed up my legs and I began skating. I closed my eyes and spun with my back leg out and tilted my head back. I could feel the ice beneath me. It’s a becoming feeling when I’m able to lose myself in my spins. I took a leap and spun mid-air and landed gracefully. I crossed my arms and turned. The feeling is indescribable. It’s like I’m between heaven and earth, floating through the air with ease. All the problems of the world disappear and the light that leads to the unknown shines bright through the clouds. I inch my way toward the light, slowly at first, but then it seems to be vanishing. I rush toward it, and right as I get there, it disappears completely.
“Bravo!” I snapped my head toward the sudden noise. A thirty-something year old man is walking toward me.
“Er, thanks.” The man offers his hand and I shake it.
“Edward Hendrin. Head coach of Britain’s national team.”
“Oh, hello. I’m Stella Phillips, former USA national team member,” I say with a smile.
“Oh, I know who you are,” he said with a raised eyebrow. “Everyone in the figure skating world knows who you are.”
I chuckle lightly and feel the blush rushing to my cheeks.
“Well, it’s an honor to be a part of this national team, to work with you,” I tell him.
“Likewise. Alright, well let’s just start with some sit spins.”

After my three hour training, I decided to head to the locker room to take a hot shower. I began to strip away my clothing and hopped under the warm water while it began to patter on my back.
As I was drying my hair, two girls about my age strolled in the locker rooms. They were having their own conversation but they stopped talking when they saw me. The brunette walked toward me and the blonde followed.
“Hi, I’m Kendra.” The brunette stuck out her hand and I responded by shaking it.
“Stella.”
“You’re American,” the blonde stated.
“Yep.” I replied.
“Oh, sorry. I’m Caroline.” I shake the blonde’s hand.
“So, why are you competing with the British team if you’re American?” Kendra asked.
“My dad got a job transfer here. I used to skate for the United States, but when we moved here, I didn’t want to quit figure skating. I got recommendations from my coach and I tried out for this team. And here I am.” The two girls laughed.
“Nice. Well, we have to get on the ice, but we’ll see you around,” Caroline said.
“Ok, cool,” I replied. I grabbed my bag and exited the locker room.

Notes

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