Night Changes

Chapter 1

Savannah's P.O.V

I woke up on the same cold, damp floor I've woken up on everyday for the past two years. I sat up and rubbed my head, I had another head-ache from sleeping on concrete again. I leaned over and rubbed my ankles, which were chained to the floor every night so he knew that I couldn't escape.

I heard his loud, pounding footsteps against the wooded stairs that lay outside the metal door of the concrete box that I stay in.

Within seconds I could hear his keys angrily shake as he unlocked the metal door, slamming it open. The loud noise making my head-ache worse. I covered my ears with my hands that were soon pulled from my head with such force that I thought one of my hands were broken. I started to cry a little, but stopped immediately because crying only made him even more mad.

He took the cuffs off of my ankles and dragged me by my hair over to the other side of the room and chained my arms, and legs up to the wall so I was in an x-like position. I had a few stray tears on my cheek that I couldn't wipe off because my hands were no longer free for use.

He turned around and seen the water droplets streaming down my face and his eyes went wild and his rage became stronger. He came up to me and smacked me in face until those tears were no longer there, but more were threatening to spill out.

"What did I tell you about crying?!" He shouted, his eyes still as wild as ever.

"I'm sorry," I said, trying as hard as I could to keep new tears from spilling out.

"Not another word," He growled, I just shook my head and looked down at the damp, cement floor.

I heard his footsteps walking around the basement as I stared down at the basement floor, wondering when I was going to finally die and get the hell out of this place. That's all I wanted, ever since the day I gave up on the idea of finding my family again, all I wanted was the sweet sensation of death taking over my body.

That's it, that's all I want, if I can't have my damn family back than I want-

"Ow!" My thoughts were cut short by the familiar feelings of multiple leather straps slapping me on every inch of my body as I tried with everything inside of me to hold in those tears that were, once again, threatening to pour out.

"I said not another word!" He shouted, hitting me again with more force than before. I would think that I would be numb to this pain by now, but I'm not, I actually think it gets worse every time.

He continued his usual beating, but ended sooner than normal and left me with fewer bruises than usual at the end, but he didn't take me down from where I was placed on the wall. So I just stayed there, through no choice of my own, and watched several other bruises form on my arms, and legs.

The only thought going through my mind was, when is it going to be my turn to die.

That's all I asked for, there have been many times while I was here that I thought he was either going to kill me, I was going to die of starvation, or dehydration, or that the pain was too much for my body and it would just finally give up, but it never did, and I'm still here. And I always will be until the day death finally takes over.

Until the day I don't have to take the pain of several leather straps hitting me all over, and the day I don't have to feel my hair being pulled and somewhat ripped out of my head.

Until the day the raping stops...

I never would have thought that this was going to be my life, I had the most amazing life anyone could have ever imagined, I had the most amazing family, especially my brother, Louis, he was the best brother anyone could ask for, than again he was my only brother.

And I just wish I could have been there to watch him become as famous as he is now, I only know about his fame because when I was taken, I was with Louis, and one day, about week after he took me, he was watching TV while I was chained to the floor next to him, and all I was thinking about that day was the fact that it was Louis's X-Factor audition, and I just kept praying that he went to it and that my kidnapping didn't' stop him because I knew that ever since he was little, all he wanted to do was sing.

After watching some people go and get accepted, I seen Louis, tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to keep them from coming out.

He turned to me and asked, "isn't that the prick you were with the day you became mine?" I just shook my head because I was too focused on my brother who I missed so much.

"What is he like your brother or something?" He asked, smirking at how seeing him caused me so much pain. But seconds later I seen my mom in the camera and started crying harder than before, and from that point on, we watched X-Factor just so he could see me cry every time.

I watched Louis be paired with four other boys, I watched him win, and I watched him lose, but after that, I watched him become so famous, but I didn't watch him the way I wanted to, in person so I could support him, instead I watched him from the tiny box of the basement that is now my permanent home.

I felt some tears fall down my cheeks and did my best to get them off my face before he showed up again. I felt some still left on my face and when I heard him coming back I just put my head down so he couldn't see the stray tears that lay upon my features.

He walked over to me and un-chained me from the wall, I fell down to the cold, hard cement ground and quickly wiped the excess tears from my face. He kicked me over to my spot, and chained me back to the floor.

Oh how I wish my life didn't turn out like this...

{Authors Note: Hello loves, I am the former writer of "Little Things", which I deleted because I didn't like the way it turned out, but "Night Changes" is "Little Things" but revised, and hopefully so much better, but anyways, hope whoever is reading this likes it so far. Love ya xxxx}

P.S.

 Sorry for the short chapter, I just wanted to hurry and get this posted, furture chapters will be longer.