Parson Upton
Year 2023, Month August
North Dakota
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I felt myself screaming on the inside as I told myself, Run. Don’t you dare fucking slow down. Run. My heart felt like it was going to shatter if I ran any faster, and that’s when I heard Louis angrily scream my name; harshly scream my name so loud that it could’ve broke the glass around me. Cold tears began to fall down my cheeks when I saw the front double doors in view. No one was standing by it on guard, and I began to smile. Almost there. Relief spread over me when the cold wind of the night hit my skin as I ran out of and through the double doors. I looked ahead of me and saw how huge the driveway was and let out a few exasperated grunts. I heaved myself forward and forced myself to start running again as I heard screaming at the double doors, probably Louis warning me and screaming at me to come back; but I was too far, too close to leaving and escaping this house of horrors. I fell to the ground when I tripped over my own feet and I began to cry harder.

All of a sudden, I heard a gun cock and I gasped when I saw a man with black hair and tattoos crawling out from the sleeves of his suit on his arm and up his neck. A shit grin was plastered on his face and his long fingers were pressed to his lips, telling me to be quiet, and the first thing that came to mind was him saying, I work for Mr. Styles.

I wiped away my tears that weren’t supposed to be there in the first place and glared at the man, afraid he was going to pounce on me and take me at any time and moment, but he stepped back behind the giant gates in front of me. My legs went to run again, despite my absolute fear for the black-haired man hiding in front of me, but a hand was thrown clumsily over my mouth and I was drug back up to the mansion.

“You are fucking insane!” Louis screamed at me as I was thrown down on the floor in front of him. “You’re trying to get yourself goddamned killed!”

“Kill me then, Louis! Fucking kill me! I would be better in the ground than to be here with any of you sick bastards!” I screamed back at him and he struggled to keep his hands from me, but he grabbed my shirt and pulled me from the floor.

“You used me, Parson,” anger was coursing through his eyes and I squinted, shocked by his feelings that I didn’t even know were there, “I… you… used me.”

“It’s a sinister world, Louis,” I mocked and he threw me back down on the ground.

“Fuck, Ed,” Louis grumbled, “Take her back to the cell room.” I looked at Ed and furrowed my brows when I noticed that he seemed to be not moving at all, and I kind of admired that he wouldn’t listen to Louis, but I realized why he didn’t when I saw Jared running down the stairwell to the main corridor we were standing in.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Jared screamed, his voice dripping with venom.

I began to feel my body shake and Louis hesitated to tell, but he said, “Parson tried to escape. Made it to the main gates in the front, but we got her back… also, a man tried to break in through the back gates but Jordan took care of him before we could.”

Jared’s eyes were flooding with madness and I shadowed on the floor, “Miss Parson tried to… run away… and there was a man trying to break in and take her?”

“Yes,” Louis said, running his hand through his hair.

“I tried to promise myself I wouldn’t kill you, Parson, but I can’t take anymore chances,” Jared snapped and I was too shocked to even move or cry.

Louis tensed in front of me and I stood to my feet. “W-What?”

“You are the prettiest in my collection, but dammit you have caused me so much men and trouble. I have to get rid of you,” he said, tapping the gun on his belt, “I’m not sorry for this. You honestly didn’t have much to live for anyways…” His insult didn’t hurt me a bit, and I wanted to hide behind Louis to shield me from Jared’s gun, but I knew that after what I did to Louis, he wasn’t going to save my life.

“I thought you weren’t going to kill her,” Louis barked under his breath, making Jared pull out his gun and pull the safety off.

“I wasn’t going to kill her until you told me what was going on. Looks like your little tag along won’t be here to follow you around anymore,” Jared said before pointing his gun towards me. A feeling striked through me―a feeling I had never felt before. It was stronger than fear, and I knew that I was going to die. I knew that everything was going to be gone; everything I had lived for, memories of Jate, any other chances I had of seeing my parents again, and going home with Harry were all going to be gone. Although the thing was, I was happy for all of it. I didn’t want any of this, and I said from the beginning when Jate was killed that I would be completely fine with just letting go and fucking up somewhere so that I would get killed. At least I thought I was going to get killed…

Just as Jared was about to pull the trigger on his gun to shoot me right in the chest, Louis mumbled, “You have to kill to live,” before glancing at me, and pulling out the gun on his belt. I gasped when Jared’s gun when off… although it wasn’t Jared’s gun at all… it was Louis’ gun. I held back my tears when I saw Jared fall to the ground in his own pool of blood. Louis saved my life, after I brutally ripped away his dignity. He killed Jared. Jared is dead.

“Well, well,” a dark accent filled the room and I turned to where it was coming from, and when I saw the black-haired man I met in the front, I squinted my eyes, “Looks like you finished my job for me, Tomlinson. Well done.”

“What the fuck are you doing here, Zayn? You don’t work here anymore!” Louis yelled, him obviously not being in shock from killing Jared. Louis… killed Jared. Jared is fucking… dead…

“Oh you know… I was just… around the neighborhood and I thought I’d stop by for another pretty doll to arrange on my shelf,” the strange man said, looking directly at me.

“I’d like to see you fucking try to take Parson,” Louis grumbled, cocking his gun.

“Parson?” the man’s smirk was getting wider by the second and I frowned. “So this is the lovely maiden that Styles has been looking for? Well… I guess I could just take her from your hands then, because I know for certain that Styles would pay a pretty penny for her presence.”

My fear came back at that moment.

“I would still like to see you try,” Louis threatened the man.

The man brought a bag out from behind his back and tossed it back and forth in his hands. “You are too confident in yourself, Louis. A man like you doesn’t belong in this world; in this community. Just like your friend, Niall, didn’t. He was a joke, just like you are bound to be,” the man ranted, “The more you obsess over Parson here, the more your world is going to crash down in front of you… piece, by piece, by fucking piece.”

Louis’ face turned dark red with anger, as if the man just read him like a card. “You don’t know me Zayn. You never knew any of us. You never knew Kayla, you never knew Marcus,” Louis chuckled angrily, “And you never knew Holly.”

The man’s eyes went wide and he clicked his tongue, “So you’re saying is that I never knew my wife? Well, well. I believe that you are correct in some ways because I had never acknowledged my wife in bed. Of course, not in the way that you did. You, my wife, and my bed sure did know each other very fucking well.”

“Your wife wanted to sleep with me,” Louis retorted and my eyes flew towards him, widening as I saw the proud look on his face.

“Well, here I go,” the man said, pulling out a gun from behind him and making Louis take a step back, “Looks like I’m stealing your hopes and dreams this very night, just like you stole mine years ago.” All of a sudden, the man walked up to me and said, “Excuse me, but this might smell somewhat like dirt.” Then the bag in his hand was pulled over my head, causing my breaths to quicken and my heart beat to speed up, although I didn’t struggle and try to run away… I was too terrified to do anything.

Then I heard a gunshot go off and I tensed and became completely frozen with more fear. I heard a body hit the floor, and I knew it was Louis because the man grabbed my hands and tied them behind me, slowly leading me in front of him and muttering, “Don’t worry, Parson. Mr. Styles is a much better man than Louis ever would’ve been.”




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