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Bullet Holes

Chapter 1

B E L L A


Gasping as I open my eyes, floods of my past hit me hard. I had no idea where I was at, or why. And for some reason, I wanted to know just exactly why he wanted to find me. And mainly.. how did he succeed?

My father promised me I’d be safe. I had spent six years in London, and all those six years, he was there. He filled the missing pieces in my life. He fixed my broken, crushed soul. He made me smile and realize what life truly was.

Until the last year I lived there. He went mentally insane. His father had convinced him into doing horrible, terrible things. More than just killing, but torturing. Making poor, innocent people suffer.

Stalking me. Trying to ‘protect’ me from the things that were to harm me. But in reality, he was the one that was harming me. But as of what happened how ever long ago it was, I can barely remember how long its been, five minutes, five hours, I don’t know, I assume my father was wrong.

I knew there was no stopping him. Nothing in the world could keep him away.. nothing. Two years later, and he here he is again..

In the darkness of the room I heard a small grunt, followed by a sigh. That wasn’t him, his grunts don’t sound like that. But that was too familiar. But how on earth could it be who I thought it was? Its not him, its not. I just know it.

My nose was filled with a sent I knew by heart: mint and smoke. My suspicions were slightly confirmed. At least I knew he had me, just the question was.. why? I heard the rattling of chains and suddenly my body was yanked up from the cold floor, my arms over my head.

I was chained up. I gulp gently. I hear a creaking sound behind me, followed my dim light entering the dark, cold room. It shined on the wall, revealing nothing but bricks to me. Where the hell was I at, and why the hell am I here? A tall, broad shadow appeared in the middle of the light.

I flinched as I felt a hand on my waist. Thanks to being dangled from the ceiling, my shirt was riding up and my stomach was exposed, the hem of my shirt reaching my navel. The hand had that gentle, soft touch. The skin against mine, I knew who it was automatically.

‘’I missed you, Bella.’’ His voice said as he wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head against the small of my back.

My feet weren’t touching the ground, I was at least a foot up in the air hanging from the iron cuffs on my wrists, which were hurting.

‘’Y-you d-don’t have to d-do this.. to me.’’ I mumble out nervously.

‘’Oh.. I don’t? And why’s that, baby?’’ He asks, I could hear the smirk.

‘’Bella?’’ I heard that Irish accent that I adored so much. It belonged to my best friend, well since I’ve lived in Memphis. So for two years.. wait. Why’s he here!

‘’Niall!’’ I gasp, shocked and confused.

‘’Shut up!’’ The voice roars through the room.

Niall got silent, I realize now that he did make that grunt noise a few minutes ago. Why was he here? Why was I here? Was this even real?

‘’Now.. Bella.. we need to have a little.. chat.. but first.. I want you.. to say.. my name..’’

‘’I.. I..’’

‘’C’mon baby.. the faster you say it, the faster you get to leave.’’ He sighs lightly.

‘’J-just your n-name?’’ I ask, stuttering in out of nervousness.

‘’Yes.’’ He simply replies.

‘’H-har-harry.’’ I mumble.

‘’Louder.’’

‘’Harry.’’ I say in a normal tone.

‘’Good.. you haven’t forgotten. But yet, how could you?’’ he chuckles deeply before his arms leave my waist.

I heard a ‘click’ sound and the room lite up with lights. I hadn’t even realized I was looking up until I was almost blinded by the bright white lights. I look down, trying to figure out exactly how high I was.

But thankfully I wasn’t too high, maybe a foot up. That wasn’t so bad. Besides, its way better than being upside down. Been there, done that. It’s a long, long story. Harry’s deep sigh interrupted my processing of things.

I looked in the direction it came from and I was shocked, but some what relieved, to see Niall dangling from the ceiling too, a little higher up than me though.

‘’Harry. Please… what’s.. going on?’’ I ask, wiggling my wrist, trying to make it some what comfortable.

‘’Don’t worry baby girl.. nothing’s going to happen to you.’’ He smirks as he turns his back to me and walks in Niall’s direction.

‘’No! Harry! Don’t hurt him!’’ I yell out.

He looks over his broad shoulder, raising his eyebrows in shock.

‘’Oh don’t worry.. I can’t hurt him.. I have some things to take care of first.’’ He winks before turning back.

Oh god, I’ve never felt so horrible. Niall’s here because I’m so damn stupid. I knew if I had just stayed in London and suffered in love with Harry that no one else would get hurt.

But I had to care about myself, and that’s why all of this is so fucked up! I can’t even blink without seeing Harry’s gorgeous, evil face.



Notes

thanks for reading, I thought it sucked but I guess not :) Thanks for those first two comments beautifuls!! ♥

Thanks for reading, Please comment those thoughts//feedback!! I would totally appreciate it!!

--♥Bri

Comments

@original.daphne
I'm thinking about it ... :)

brianna.smith brianna.smith
6/24/17

I'm not sure if you want to, but can you continue this wonderful story?

original.daphne original.daphne
1/10/17

I just was wondering, how did you get that picture onto your summary?

@harleyquinn
thank you xx ♥

brianna.smith brianna.smith
7/27/15

this is INCREDIBLE!