Darkness Inside Her

Clare's POV

There I was left again. This time I had the short shirt that Niall had put on me, but the cuffs were still equally as tight, my body even more sore, and my mouth dry as sandpaper. I know that if my dad had saw my behavior right now, I would be locked up and used for filthy men's pleasure. So I guess, that this is better.

These guys have a thing with girls getting hurt, I don't get it though, seeing as they have no problem hurting me at all. It's probably because of my relation to my father. That makes sense, my father is the true definition of an evil monster. I don't even want to remember what he has done to others.

*A Few Hours Later*

Harry's POV

What the hell, who does this fucking bitch think she is! I was beyond furious with her attitude, but what she did say really stopped and made me think. But she is fucking Cadman's daughter. She is a monster just like him, she has to be. she deserves every single ounce of pain. Cadman hurt my family, so I am going to hurt his daughter.

Issue is, she fears nothing. Naturally, most people would be freaking out over a knife held against them. She sounded insane and fearless. What has she gone through? I admit, her scars and marks are absolutely horrifying and the thing is that she had so many of them, not to mention the fresh bruises. I saw hand-shaped blotches on her thighs and hips, and the carvings. I feel a little bad for her, but the hatred is still there.

I think it even overpowers. When she threw the knives at that girl, I wanted to kill her right then and there. But, I couldn't.

"Hey Mate, I know that we hate the bitch and shit, but she hasn't had any water for the past like two and a half days, if we want to pull through with the plans we need to make sure she stays hydrated at least," Zayn spoke. I suppose he was correct.

" Alright, but we'll go up there this time since she can't handle being down here," I spoke. We grabbed the bottle of water and half of a sandwich to bring up to her.

We opened the door and saw her head hanging low, she didn't even bother to look up. Honestly it was a little frightening since she looked like the grudge. We made our way towards her.

" Fortunately for you, we still need you alive for our plans, as much as I hate you, I can't let you die of starvation and dehydration," I spoke. She slowly lifted her head showing her face.

" How is living fortunate? I rather be dead," she spoke in a cold tone. This pissed me off.

"You have money and fortune, and a father who cared enough to take care of you until now! You are just as selfish, arrogant, horrible, and evil as your father! Ungrateful bitch!" I spat. I don't know what I said that triggered her, but her eyes became even darker than they were, which seemed impossible since they were already almost black to begin with.


Clare's POV

I saw red. Flashbacks came back.I was so close to losing it. So close to going fucking mental and lash out. But I held my emotions in. I will not give them the pleasure of knowing my past and weaknesses.

"You don't know anything," I spoke in a tone I didn't even know I was capable of. I guess it was so angry yet calm that they were surprised.

Zayn sighed and walked up to her with the bottle of water. He uncapped it, and brought it to her lips, in which she denied. I was irritated with her behavior. I walked up to Zayn snatching the bottle. I grabbed her jaw, gripping it so tightly that she couldn't close her mouth. I started to pour the water into her mouth. The water was overflowing out of her mouth but I didn't care.

"Harry," Zayn spoke, giving me a look of disapproval. I stopped pouring the water and waited for her to swallow.

"Swallow or choke bitch, I don't give a fuck, but if it falls onto the ground you are going to lick every drop off of it. It's your choice," I huffed annoyed. She glared at the ceiling before, slowly swallowing it. Because her head was tilted toward the ceiling she started choking on it. I looked at her in amusement.

Once her coughs calmed down, she glared at me before dropping her head in irritation. Her shirt was wet, which I guess was good because then she would be even colder in this freezer of a room. After a few minutes of making sure she had more water in her system, Zayn and I left.

Notes

Basically this chapter is my mood right now, but nonetheless, I hope you guys liked it. Subscribe, vote, rate, and comment! :)