Blue Birds Fly (A One Direction Love Story)

Chapter Eleven: Stronger

Felicity's P.O.V.

"Sweetie, breakfast is in the kitchen." A soft voice said as the door to my bedroom quietly opened.  "I made your favorite."

I hastily opened my eyes, the bright morning sunshine from my drawn curtains blidning me for a second. "Bloody hell." I whispered to myself, blinking my eyes rapidly to try to regain my vision. I turned on my side to see my mum standing in the doorway, her blue eyes peering over at me. "Thanks mum. I'll be down in a second." I smiled, untangling myself from my covers, and quickly throwing my hair into a bun. The door shut quietly behind her as I slipped my feet into some furry socks.

I traced my fingers over the engraved frame my family had given me when I finally returned home. It contained the last picture we had taken together as a family, about a week before I had been taken. My eyes watered slightly at the smiling faces of my siblings and parents. We all looked so happy, so loving, so whole. I had never really felt those emotions, not until I had arrived here, back with my family where I belong. 

A lot has happened since I left the hospital. Over the past two weeks I recovered from my concussion. I lived in my parents' house, but I sometimes stayed with Liam in his flat. I spent alot of time with my family and my friends. Ruth and Nicola came to the house constantly to spend time with me. The other day they had taken me out for a whole makeover. I was dragged into getting all the damages in my hair fixed, gettting costumized skin-toned makeup to cover the scars and cuts on my face, even getting my teeth whitened and filled. The overall day with my sisters helped me look more like I wasn't abused for 15 years. What they has done for me was amazing. I was starting to look more like a normal girl. My hair looking more glossy and well kept. I was starting to look alot more healthier. My eyes looking more happy and awake. My smile looked natural, and something that you would see often.

I saw Sofie, Naomi, Samantha, and Carter daily. They were my best friends, they were my hope. If it wasn't for them I don't know where I would be. I consider them my guardian angels, because it wasn't just a coincidence that they ran into me on the streets, and just happened to have an extra ticket to my brothers concert. They were the start of my great life. They brought me to my family. And for that, I will be forever grateful. I've grown very close to my brother and his friends. Same with the girls. Over these two weeks, we've grown into a big group. The girls got over their fan girling, and treated the boys like normal people. Some were closer to certain boys then others, and I could still see some tension between Niall and Naomi. But other then that, things were great. 

My life seemed great, it seemed perfect.

Almost too perfect.

My mum and dad had been trying nonstop to find the Jones'. Multitudes of investigators and police officers have been on the case, but none have been able to find them. They searched the house I had been held captaive in, but said there was no sign of them. The house seemed empty and abandonned, and the Jones' hadn't left a trace on where they could be headed. Liam had been trying to find any mentions of Fernado Rewonda on the internet, but had so far been unsuccessful. Nicola and Ruth had been stalking the internet, constantly checking to make sure I hadn't popped up in any magazines or websites. Managment was trying to keep me in the dark, and I was never allowed to walk on my own.  Everything they were doing to try and protect me was amazing, but I will didn't feel safe.

It felt like everywhere I went, I was being watched. I couldn't stand being alone in the dark. I felt like there were only a few short seconds before Hank or Tony would grab me and take me back to my hell. I was constantly paranoid and stressed. I was scared beyond explanation, and I was torn. All I could hear was Margret's constant taunts of how much of an ugly piece of scum I was, of how worthless I was, of how unloved and usless I was. Hanks' little reminder on my arm made sure I remembered that. They were my physical and mental reminders. They made sure I knew who I was, and my place in this world. As much as I hated to admit it, Margrets' words were like a whip in the chest. They slowly were taking away the happiness I was finally feeling. Sure, my scars were slowly healing, but the memories would never leave me. Whenever I closed my eyes, all I saw was constant flashbacks of my beatings. Sometimes when I was out with Liam and the boys, or Sofie, Carter, Samantha, and Naomi, I could swear I saw Hank or Tony across the street. But in a blink of an eye they weren't there. It was like they were lurking in the shadows, posing and preparing for the proper time to attack. I could feel they were close by, it was like an eerie feeling filling my insides. I knew they were out there hunting me down, and I knew it was only a matter of time before they found me.