I Can't Love My Kidnapper

Chapter Twenty Two

Madison's P.O.V

My body ached. My head was killing me. I looked up at the handsome curly haired stranger who had called me Madison. Is Madison my name? Who is he? Where am I? What happened?

"Do you know who I am?" the stranger asked.

"Should I?" I asked.

I saw hurt flash across his face but he quickly recovered. "Hold on, just stay here," he said and left the room.

He came back a few minutes later with another guy with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"She doesn't know who I am, or even her own name," the curly haired one said.

The blonde one looked at me. "Do you know who I am?" he asked.

I searched my brain for any clue as to who he is but I got nothing. "No," I said.

He sighed. "I'm Niall," he said. "This is Harry," he motioned to the curly haired guy.

"What happened?" I asked trying to sit up.

"Woah," Niall said and came over to me. He supported my back and gently sat me up. "We don't want to rip the stitches,"

I was so confused. "How did I even get stitches? Why am here? I just want to go home," I said.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Harry asked.

"I was getting ready for bed and know I'm here covered in stitches. Now will someone explain what's going on?" I said angrily.

Niall looked at Harry hesitantly. "I think you should be the one to explain this to her,"

Harry sighed. "Yeah, you're right,"

Niall got up, gave Harry a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and left. Harry sat down on the bed, keeping his distance.

"Well," he said. "Where do I start?"

"You can start by telling me how I got here,"

"I kidnapped you," he said plainly.

"What?" I said trying to move away from him but only was rewarded with pain. When was I kidnapped? How?

"I kidnapped you. About a year ago," he said. "That tattoo on your shoulder, the letters are my initials. Harry Styles,"

I looked on my shoulder and sure enough, there were the letters. H.S. were tattooed there on black ink. The ink contrasted greatly with my pale skin.

"The scars on your back are from when I whipped you as punishment for running away. I want to make it clear that you are here to stay," he said.

This was all hitting me too fast. I couldn't comprehend how this had happened. One moment I was getting ready for bed and the next I'm getting kidnapped. Or apparently have been kidnapped for a while. What else did he do to me? What other horrible punishments had he put my body through?

"But that was the only time I hurt you," he said. "Purposely,"

I looked up at him. "I don't understand,"

He took a deep breath. "I kidnapped you, because I love you. I still love you. The night I whipped you was the worse night of my life. After your back had healed, I confessed my love for you. Then I guess you could say we started dating. I never officially asked you to be my girlfriend, which I regret, but I think it was understood. We went on dates and did little romantic things," he took another deep breath and scratched the back of his neck. "We, um, even lost our virginities to each other. Consensually of course,"

I laughed a little. "Dang, I wish I could remember that,"

He chuckled. "Easily the best night of my life,"

"I must have really loved you," I said. "I'm sorry I can't remember,"

"It isn't your fault," he said. "Hopefully everything will come back to you,"

"So, how did I get so beat up?" I asked.

"You were kidnapped by a rival gang. It was a trap, the rival gang leader was going to kill me and you, but you shot him, protecting me," he said.

"Y-you guys are a gang?" I asked timidly.

He nodded. "Yes,"

"I'm not apart of it or anything right?"

"Not necessarily. You live here, but I've kept you away from the gang stuff," he said.

"I still don't understand,"

He shook his head. "There's a lot of stuff to explain and it's a lot for you to take in," he said. "Once you've healed, I'll show you around, maybe that'll help jog your memory. For now, let me get you something to eat and tell the others what's happened,"

"Okay," I said and Harry left.

I must have really loved him, being that I lost my virginity to him. He seemed very sweet and caring and it shocked me that he was in a gang. Despite the tattoos, he seemed like he was a big softy. Maybe I make him like that, he seems to have very fond memories of the two of us.

I hope I can remember those memories too.

A/N:

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