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chapter three

For the next three days I hadn't seen the girl, Missie, who's name I learned after. But I did see a lot of her father and boyfriend. They asked me questions I didn't know the answer to and beat me every time I couldn't answer. I wasn't fed either, which caused me to feel weak. I prayed they would just kill me already; the torture of my fear of what they would do next was more than being beaten or starved.

Missie's father had just left after asking me a series of questions about my mother and father, for some reason, that I didn't understand. He was using words I hadn't heard before, and since I didn't know, he would use his knife to cut my arm until he was convinced I really didn't know.

I felt weak because of the loss of blood and pain I had endured the past few days and I was surprised I hadn't passed out, or worse.

The heavy door opened which caused me to flinch. "It's okay." I heard a small voice say. "It's me."

I looked over to the person who just entered and saw Missie. A sense of relief washed over me. She didn't have any food in her hands, but she did have a small box, which caused me to become confused.

"Why do you look confused?" She asked.

"I thought your job was to bring down my food."

"I'm also first aid. Are you hungry?" She walked towards me.

"I haven't eaten in three days, you tell me." I try to let out a chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I'm not supposed to give you anything unless they tell me." She said, sitting down next to me. "Let me see." She said, taking my arm and positioning it so she could see the wounds.

I hissed at the pain shooting up my arm when she moved it. "Sorry." She said as she opened her box, taking out a bottle of liquid. I was confused as to what it was before she poured some of it on to my arm, the stinging pain increasing dramatically.

"Fuck." I swore, squeezing my eyes shut. The pain subsided about thirty seconds later as Missie finished wrapping up my arm and covering my wounds.

"Now," she said, putting her materials back into the box. "You had questions."

NATALIE

I always loved those shows with the FBI and cops working to solve the case. They always interviewed suspects and family and friends to find out who committed the crime. It turned out to be someone close to them, which would be a complete twist in the story or some sick person they didn't know at all.

I just never imagined being interviewed by a FBI agent before. Interviews was on the long list of things that gave me social anxiety. I always fucked up my job interviews or college interviews. I'm surprised I'm even in college with a small part time job.

"Did Harry have any enemies?" Agent Khan asked. Agent Khan was a thin, tall woman. Her skin was a light brown color and her dark hair was long and straightened with a straighter. She was an attractive women, in the non-creepy way. I am as straight as Agent Khan's hair.

"Yeah, sure. People who didn't like his band, if you count that as an enemy." I replied.

"Anyone strange he may have talked to or known?"

"Wait," I held my hand up and sat up in my seat, "Are you saying someone we know could've done this?"

"We're considering every possibility, Miss Sanders."

I leaned back into the chair again. "Just call me Natalie, please."

"Alright, Natalie. I still need an answer."

"No, no one that I knew of." She gave me a long stare with her big brown eyes before she dismissed me. "Thanks." I mumbled on my way out of the room. I went out to where everyone else was and immediately was enveloped in a hug by Louis.

"How was it, babe?" He asked and pulled away, studying my features.

"I'm fine. She just asked a bunch of questions that just made me more worried."

"It's okay, it's just routine." He reassured me.

"I know. I've watched Criminal Minds before." I tried to crack a joke. Behind him, I noticed Gemma and Anne, sitting with each other while they both were holding back tears. I frowned and pecked Louis' lips and walked towards them.

I don't talk to them often, but when I do it was the simple hi how are you's. As I advanced towards them, they noticed me and looked up. I smiled at them, "Hey."

"Hi." Gemma whispered back.

"He's going to be okay." I crouched down and put a hand on her shoulder, "I know it."

Gemma burst into tears and hugged me, sobbing into my shoulder. I held Anne's hand and hugged her, rubbing her back. I felt terrible for them both and I couldn't help, but wonder what was happening to Harry.

author;; this was pretty short, but it's just a filler. the next chapter has some hints about what happened in natalie's life when she was younger. anywAys, vote and comment!