Chapter 250 Taking You Home
Harper took advantage of their distraction and dashed into the subway station.
She figured with so many people around, they probably wouldn't chase her.
On the subway, Harper's heart was racing.
Keith's weird obsession freaked her out.
The subway quickly reached the station.
Harper followed the crowd out and walked with a group ahead of her.
The station was close to her neighborhood, less than a mile away.
As she neared the entrance, the people in front turned onto another road and vanished, making Harper uneasy, so she sped up.
She heard footsteps behind her.
She quietly gripped the pepper spray in her bag. The footsteps sped up, and as they passed her, Harper raised the spray.
The passerby looked at her like she was nuts. He was just a random guy.
Harper finally relaxed a bit and put the spray back.
Just as she started to move, she heard someone call her from behind. "Harper."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she was about to run when Keith grabbed her from behind.
Keith's voice was calm and smooth. "Harper, I don't want to hurt you. Just get in the car, okay?"
Harper shook all over. Seeing the security office nearby, she screamed, "Help..."
But her voice was cut off.
She felt a needle against her waist.
Keith whispered, "If you try to run, your baby might not make it."
Keith knew she was pregnant.
Harper trembled and asked, "What do you want?"
"I want to talk," Keith said.
Harper, terrified, said, "I don't want to."
Keith's lips curled slightly. "Harper, I won't hurt you."
Harper was forced into his car. She didn't dare resist, fearing for her baby.
Keith, in the driver's seat, suddenly leaned over. Harper, scared, covered her chest and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Fastening your seatbelt," Keith said gently, buckling her in.
The car started.
Harper looked at the night and asked, "Where are we going?"
"You'll find out soon. You can sleep if you're tired," Keith said.
Harper didn't dare sleep, forcing herself to stay awake as the car sped through the night.
The road got more desolate as if they were heading to the suburbs.
It was pitch black on both sides with no signs of life.
Harper felt on edge. The bumpy road made her nauseous.
She said, pale-faced, "Can you stop? I feel sick."
Keith ignored her, driving straight ahead.
Finally, he stopped in a dark, rundown place.
Harper got out and threw up, but she had eaten little, so nothing came out.
Keith handed her a bottle of water, but Harper didn't take it, unsure of what might be in it.
His gentle face turned slightly gloomy, eyes cold.
He pulled Harper towards the house and asked, "Harper, do you remember this place?"
Harper shook her head.
Keith's eyes showed a hint of sadness. "You once gave a boy a piece of candy here and talked to him. Does that ring a bell?"
Harper still looked confused.
"I can't remember everything from my childhood," she explained.
When she was twelve, Harper had a head injury that caused some memory loss.
"Nothing?" Keith repeated, his usual fake smile gone.
Keith had endured abuse and insults from his mother, Addison, since birth. She blamed him for not being the child of the man she loved.
She hated Keith, who was destined to be a bastard, for coming too late.
After being oppressed by the Bolton family, Addison hid in the countryside, indulging in alcohol and drugs. She often beat Keith and starved him for days.
Finally, one day, Keith became strong enough to defy Addison. He even watched her die without a trace of emotion.
Keith had thought he would live in darkness forever until he found Harper, the girl who had given him a piece of candy during his darkest times. But now she said she had forgotten that.
Harper looked at Keith's unpredictable face and guessed, "That boy was you? And you believe that girl was me, right?"
Harper always felt that Keith didn't love her. His obsession must have a special reason.
Keith corrected her, "It's not what I believe; it is you."
He was increasingly certain. Besides the necklace, her fragrance and her eyes all resembled the girl's in his memory.
Harper didn't dare to contradict him and said, "Then there's another reason you should let me go. We're friends, right?"
Keith's face looked gentle and calm in the moonlight. He looked at her, frowning slightly. "Harper, why would you think that? I told you I won't hurt you."
Harper asked tentatively, "Can you take me home?"
"Okay, I'll take you home," Keith said gently.
She quietly got into the car and fastened her seatbelt.
Keith looked at Harper's obedient appearance, a clear smile on his face.
He leaned in, in a very intimate posture, his eyes fixed on her lips, and said softly, "Harper, I like it when you listen to me."
Harper felt goosebumps all over.
Keith suddenly leaned closer, his breath a bit unsteady, his lips almost touching hers.
Harper became alert and leaned back. But she didn't dare to anger him, so she pretended to be shy and said, "Let's go home first."
Keith looked at her blushing face, feeling a surge of warmth in his heart. He smiled and started the car.
Once the car was on the highway, Harper breathed a sigh of relief.
But they were heading somewhere more desolate, and Harper felt like they were leaving Northfield.
"Keith, this doesn't seem like the way to my apartment. Did you take a wrong turn?" Harper asked.
"No."
Keith looked straight ahead, his lips curling up. "This is the way I'm taking you home."
Harper finally realized what he was trying to do.
"Where are we going?"
Harper tried to stay calm, making her voice sound less shaky.
"Amarico," Keith said.
Harper's face turned pale in an instant!
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