Kidnapped: A Harry Styles Fanfic

5

Abby's P.O.V.

 I quietly shook, refusing to let my memories flow back to the few past hours. Tears threatened to pour out of my puffy eyes. How come this had to happen? Harry was taken back by my answer. His lips parted slightly, and his eyes lost whatever vibrance of green was left. His pupils were dilating as tears appeared down his eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. I knew what he was doing, and I did not want him to blame himself. I could see by the way that he was contemplating it, that his overall conclusion was that he could have prevented this. But, he couldn't have. No one could have.

"Abby..." Harry whispered back. His eyes shifted to mine, our bodies pressed tightly together as we were both shaking from numerous different emotions. How could I be doing this with a stranger? He calmed me when I should be crying as if the world was falling apart, and which for me, it kind of was.

 I couldn't get rid of the memories. I was so tired of being strong.  Fresh tears came flowing swiftly out of my eyes, I never have been one to cry.  However, given the last few hours of torture and relentless pain, I think I deserved to breakdown. 

Mike threw me roughly on a wooden bed. John laughing in the back. I was sobbing, begging for mercy. No one was coming though. I  screamed as they hit and beat me. Breaking me. Taking my virginity. Killing my will to live.

 Everything swirled around in my head. I would never put any of this onto my worst enemy. How can I even remotely be okay? 

During all of the events that I do not want to relive, I passed out. I do not know if it had been from the pain, or the sheer traumatizing nature of the events. But, damn I am sure happy I did. I thought I was dead. I thought I had finally ended all of the pain and suffering.

Harry still had a tight gripped on me as neither one of us dared to talk. We just sat in silence. I let the dream flashback of what happened while I was with Mike and John.

This was my saving grace, this is the reason why I still have hope. I can never explain what happened during these moments, but it would help me stay strong and push through. Even in the lowest points of my life.

When I past out in that forsaken bedroom, something happened.

I opened my eyes abruptly, and look around. I was confused, wasn't I just--no Abby. Do not think about it. Did I die? Is this heaven? Or hell?

As my eyes intaked my surroundings all I saw was never-ending dark gray fog. No matter where I looked, that is all I saw. The haze of the darkness came at me from all directions.

"Hello?" My raspy and disoriented voice called out in threw haze and fog. I was no where. What happened? Is this the end?

"Abby," I angelic voice called.

"Yes? Hello! I am here1" I scream. Where are they? Who is it?

 I whirled around trying to locate the voice. I was hoping on seeing someone or something. My eyes searched, but to no avail.

"Hey, you need to go back." 

The low and gruff spoke again with power and compassion. It spoke with such confidence that all the doubt washed out of my body.

"Go where?" I ask confused.

"Back to Harry, and the house, you will be safe. I can promise you." The voice stated.

"But, they-I cannot," I whisper shakily into the fog and dew. I was afraid. No more beatings or rapes? What would happen if I went back? Why couldn't I just stay here?