I Can't Love My Kidnapper

Chapter Five

Madison's P.O.V

It's been about a week since Harry whipped me. The gashes on my back are slowly healing. I haven't been aloud to leave my room. Maddie and Shelby have been bringing me food and pain killers. I want to leave this room so bad. I've done nothing but sleep on and off. Every time I fall asleep, I have the same horrible nightmare, only to find out when I wake up, it's not a just a nightmare. It's now my life.

I kept thinking about Harry. I actually kind of liked him. He was incredibly attractive and even though he's been treating me like this, I could help but feel something towards him. I was so confused. Why am I falling in love with my kidnapper? He whipped me for goodness sakes. I kept remembering what Shelby had told me, about how he has a sweet and caring side. If anyone would know about it, she would. She's been here the longest. I remember what Niall said, about how he loves me.

I was laying on the cot, stomach down. I still can't sleep on my back. I was softly humming to myself and playing with my hair when I heard the door open. I looked over to see who it was.

Harry.

I bolted up, ignoring the pain in my back, and backed up against the wall. "Please, Harry, don't hurt me. I'm just starting to heal. I'll be good, I'll listen," I said pleadingly.

"I'm not here to hurt you," he said pinching the bridge of his noes. "I just want to talk,"

"Okay," I said suspiciously and sat back down on the cot.

He stepped in the room and shut the door. "How is your back?"

"Why do you care?" I scoffed.

Harry glared at me and I quickly cleared my throat.

"I-I mean it's okay. Maddie said it's healing really well," I said quickly.

He sighed. "You know, maybe we could try to get along," he said and look up at me.

I looked at him in shock. That tears it. "What do you mean get along? How could I ever be friends with a sick bastard like you?! You fucking whipped me! Who does that? I'm a person, Harry, not some toy you can throw away when it breaks!" I yelled. I let everything I've been holding in this past week out. I hated him and I want him to know it, but I also felt horrible for saying it, because it wasn't completely true. "I hate you! I hate you Harry! You're a sick, twisted monster!"

Harry looked at me shocked.

He picked me up by my shirt and shoved me hard against the stone wall. I looked up into his eyes. They were filled with hate and rage, and also hurt.

"Don't you dare ever speak to me like that!" he hissed. "You know nothing about me! You don't know anything! Don't you dare call me a monster!"

I wasn't afraid. "I'm not afraid of you Harry," I said calmly.

"Oh but you will be," he growled. "I'm going to break you,"

He dragged me out of my room and up the stairs. He took me up to his bedroom. He shoved me through the door and locked it.

"H-Harry please-"

"Oh!" he cut me off. "You're scared now aren't you?" he said pinning me on the bed. Surprisingly, he was gentle with me. Not at all like I was expecting.

He leant down and gently kissed my neck. "One day you'll love me as much as I love you," he whispered.

He started to kiss up my neck, leaving love bites here and there. I had to admit, part of me actually enjoyed this. The other part was afraid he would take this too far. He would do something I don't want to think about.

He pulled away and looked at my lips. He looked back into my eyes. I looked into his emerald ones. His eyes weren't filled with anger and lust like I thought they'd be. They were filled with guilt, and love.

He stayed above me, looking into my eyes. I saw his face soften after a few moments and felt his hand come up to cup my face. "Oh god, what have I done to you?" he whispered. He picked himself up off of me and backed away. I sat up and looked at him confused.

"I-I'm so sorry," he said backing up into the wall. I could see tears running down his cheeks. He slid down the wall and tucked his head between his knees, tugging hard on his hair. "I'm a monster!" he yelled.

I couldn't believe I was seeing him like this. The cruel person I had come to believe he was in these days that I've been here was gone. Whatever act he had been pulling was gone now. I could see right through him.

I got off his bed and knelt down next to him. "Harry?" I whispered. "What's going on?"

He looked up at me, tears streaming down his face.

"I love you,"

A/N:

Hi! Thanks for reading! I've got a bit of writers block and I've been busy with school, so that's why this is short. I feel bad if I don't get something up every day or so. But anyways, thanks for reading! Lots of love! :)

P.S:

He really loves you Madison.