Invisible.A Fifth Harmony fanfiction.

Chapter 50 - Helping hand✋

The rest of the day consisted of people gathering money and keeping the press at bay.

Lauren groaned and turned off her twitter. Even though #prayforCharlotte and #findCharlotte5h was trending, she couldn't bare seeing all the photos people attached to the tweets, it only reminded her that Charlotte was locked up somewhere having the worst things done to her and she couldn't stop it.

"My family's helping out." Dinah sighed as she walked back into the room. "So's mine." Normani added. Lauren smiled weakly. "We can't get a million in two days." Lauren shook her head, "it's impossible, even with everyone's family, we can't do it."

"Maybe we could get some help?" Camila asked. Taylor had said that if they ever needed anything during this awful time, she'd do her best to help in anyway possible, and even though asking for some money was a lot to ask it was still worth a shot.

"From who?" Lauren wiped her eyes. "Let me go make a call. We'll get her back Lolo, I swear." Camila quickly got up and pulled out her phone as she walked into the corridor of the hotel. She sighed and dialled Taylor's number before bringing it up to her ear and waiting for her to pick up.

"Mila! Is everything okay?" Taylor asked the moment she picked up. "No, not really..." Mila sighed. She heard the awful phone call earlier and the image that came to her head when she heard Charlotte scream out for help was forever burnt into her brain.

"Mila? Mila!" Taylor shouted down the phone. "S-sorry." Camila stuttered, "what did you say?"

"Is there anything I can help with? Anything at all?" Taylor asked sincerely.

Camila sighed, "there is. But I a hundred percent get it if you can't help." "what is it?" Taylor asked.

"They want a Million dollars if we want Charlotte alive. And I know-"

"Done." Taylor cut in. Camila choked on air, "What?"

"Done, I'll give you whatever you need. I made so much from my album getting rid of a million won't endanger me, and I really couldn't live with myself if I didn't help. It's done, when do you need the money by?" Taylor spoke softly. Camila couldn't fathom how grateful she was for her, they weren't that close despite the fact she spent her 18th with Taylor, and the older singer had never met Charlotte.

"By tomorrow evening." Camila answered in a state of shock. "You'll have it by the end of the day, but once you get Charlotte back and she's good again, I want to meet her Mila." Taylor said in a serious but playful tone. "Thank you so so much Tay." Camila gushed. "It's nothing, but now go be with Lauren okay?"

Camila hung up after saying a few more words of appreciation before going back into the hotel room. "We have the money, it'll be here for the end of today."

Lauren jumped up, "Are you serious?" Mila nodded before hugging a now weeping Lauren. "We're going to get her back Lolo." Camila whispered into her ear, "I know we will."

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Charlotte tried to stop her bleeding arm but it didn't work. Whatever brute had just visited her, kicking him in the balls was a wrong move, it took her nearly an hour just to get enough strength to sit up with the help of John. The elderly man was back and washing down her face.

"I'm sorry." He kept repeating. "Then help me." she asked as he stopped cleaning Charlotte's face and went to the bleeding wound on her arm. "He has my family." he whispered, "I can't help you more than this."

Charlotte began to feel guilty, of course they had something on him, he was to level headed to be doing this without a reason. "But, could you get a message? At least?" Charlotte whispered. The door swung open and another man was stood there. "Out John."

The man quickly scrambled up and left, leaving Charlotte to deal with whatever was about to come her way. "You're sick you know that?" Charlotte spat as she tried to get up. The brute just chuckled and pushed her down again. "And why's that princess?"

"Because you need to abuse a 13 year old girl to make you feel powerful. When really you're nothing but a piece of shit with a dick the size of a peanut."

She had no idea what was going through her to make her say this, but she couldn't stop the words coming out. She was in pain, and she was going to get a few stabs in before they really killed her, she wasn't dying without a fight, no matter how much anguish she was in. "You little bitch!"

Charlotte spit the blood out of her mouth from the mans harsh slap to her words. "Oh I hit a nerve." She chuckled. "Is that the best you can do?" She bit back, getting a kick in the gut. "You're pathetic, the lot of you are."

Another kick to the ribs and she cried out in pain, but that didn't stop her. "What? You can't stand being called out by the girl you're abusing? What happened to you Huh? To make you this fucked up?"

This time he bent down and choked her.

"Do you want to die?" He asked, Charlotte laughed, "Do it. Kill me."

The man yelled and threw her onto the floor and kicked her a few more times before leaving her passed out on the floor, bleeding from her head.

"Wake up sunshine!" Was the first thing she heard, before feeling freezing cold water poured over her. She woke up and sat up, momentarily forgetting her pain, though it bit her in the ass once her heart rate settled, and she quickly lurched forward to vomit up nothing but bile, having not eaten in over 24 hours.

"You really pissed him off." Her uncle laughed. She looked to see him sat on her small bed.

"You were knocked out for a while, so long in fact that they just couldn't wait."

Charlotte vomited again at the thought of them touching her when she was asleep. Being conscious was one thing, but completely passed out because her body couldn't deal with the trauma was quite another. It was even more sick and twisted.

"I hope you rot in hell." Charlotte spat as her Uncle got up, bringing something from behind her back,

A whip.

She gulped as two brutes walked through the door with malicious grins, "Until you learn to respect us, you're going to be punished.

The two brutes quickly grabbed her arms and spun her round whilst lifting her shirt, exposing her already bruised and cut up back.

"Now brace," her Uncle laughed, "because you're going to really hurt in a moment."