Broken Boundaries|Larcel/Styles Triplets

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Edward's p.o.v
Two months, three days, and twenty-two hours. Just when I though life couldn't get any worse it did. I was so close to saving Mary. It was all such a rush. After I had my huge breakdown, I tried again. I ran and ran until I couldn't breath and my legs burned.

I could feel her pain as my own. I didn't know how I knew she was in trouble; I just did. I like to just think that we were (and still are) connected.

After I had fallen to the ground once again, my hands scratched from the times I tried to catch myself, someone noticed me. They approached me and asked if I needed any help.

Soon people were surrounding me. I received so many different looks from people and I started to freak. My breathing became rapid and they got scared.

Now, here I am, trapped in a cell because they believe I'm insane. I know I'm not. I know that Mary is in danger and that she will be until I find her.

"Let me out!" I grabbed onto the cold metal bars, trying to pull them apart. "She needs me!" I screamed out into the open air.

"Shut it, Styles!" The gaurd patrolling the hall yelled at me, shutting me up. Once I didn't shut up and I instantly regretted it. Sometimes I can still feel the strong smacks that I received from the whip.

I leaned my head against the bars as a quiet sob erupted from my trembling lips. I just wanted Mary.

Shelby's p.o.v.

I starred at the ceiling, my body resting against the bed. I was tired of all the damn drama. It was never ending and I was just done. Why did Harry always have to hide stuff from me? I had the perfect normal life before I decided to sleep with Harry one night and get pulled into his life. I just had to fall for him and love him.

But I would never want to give Harry away. He meant the world to me. Sure, I cheated on him when I first got with him, but things have changed since then.

I rubbed my hands over my face, my head pounding from over thinking everything. I just wanted answers.

Harry was going away soon and I would be having his child soon. I would miss him so much while he was gone and he's probably over annoyed with me for being so bitchy all the time.

Just as I was about to get up, the door opened and a sad looking Harry walked in the room. "Shelby, I would like to talk to you." He shut the door behind himself, before walking over to the bed.

I sat up, groaning quietly as I did so, my stomach getting in the way. "What's wrong." His eyes were dull and he could barely look at me.

"I miss you so much." He nearly choked out, his hands shaking.

"Don't cry, Harry." I frowned, patting the bed. "Come here." Instantly, he climed onto the bed, sitting next to me. "I miss you too." I placed my hand on top of his, giving it a light squeeze.

He turned and looked at me, a small smile on his face. "I love you so much." I smiled back and placed a quick kiss to his lips. "I love you too." I laughed and shook my head, laying back. "Cuddle with me." I grinned as he fell back and wrapped his arm around me, his hand resting on my stomach. "We should name the baby Harry two." He looked at me and winked, giving me a big dimply grin. I just simply rolled my eyes "You wish."
Louis p.o.v.

As I walked through the door I could feel Marcel's eyes on my back. After Harry left, upset that one day over Shelby, Marcel came up to me and nearly flipped shit.

I already lost Marcel once and I was scared that I was going to lose him again.

I kicked my shoes off and turned around. "Marc-" I was shoved against the wall, soft lips instantly meeting mine. "I'll show you that I can be better than Harry, Lou." Marcel mumbled out quickly, his hands hurrying to unbutton my pants.

My eyes widened. What? I grabbed a hold of Marcel's wrists, holding them in my hands. "What?" He looked back at me, his pupils blown, his eyes watery. "I know you have something for Harry. Everyone does."

I nearly choked, all the air in my lungs disappearing. "No, what? I have nothing with Harry." I dropped Marcel's hands, bringing them up to cup his cheeks. "You're a shit liar." Tears were spilling from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. "Why can't people just love me? I want to show you that I can be that hot, attractive bad boy for you, Lou."

Marcel's hands made their way back to my pants. They were shaky and cold, but I didn't mind. "If anything I want you to make love to me. I want to make love to you. Marcel, I love you more than ever. Don't ever doubt that."

Marcel's eyes met mine as he grabed onto my hands. "Make love to me?" He placed a kiss to my hand and with that I lifted him up and carried him to our room where I showed him my love and he showed me his.

Mary's p.o.v.
It was cold and I had nothing to cover me. I was hungry, but I had no food. I was tired, but I had no where to sleep. It felt like years I've been trapped in this unknown basement. Liam had taken me out of the house and to some unknowm place.

To say I was terrified was an understatement. I just wanted to run and run, but I was chained to the wall. There was a lock around my ankle and I've tried many times to slip it off, but it doesn't work.

I've tried to scream, but that just ends with me getting a sore throat. No one can hear me, there's no use.

I heard as the familiar sound of footsteps above me, my stomach fluttering with excitement. I wanted to see that small amount of light coming from the top of the stairs.

I smiled as the door unlocked, the door opening soon after. I crawled towards the steps, the chain dragging across the floor. "Hello, master." I watched as he walked down the stairs. "Hello, Mary." He smirked, crouching down so we were face-to-face.

I gave him a bright smile, trying to move closer, but failing as the chain only tugged on my ankle causing pain. Liam's eyes locked on the chain, his eyebrows furrowing. "How would you like to come upstairs?"

My eyes widened. "Upstairs?" I felt that surge of excitement once again. "I would love to go upstairs." My heart was racing as he quickly removed the chain and lifted me up.

"You go first." I nodded and headed up the stairs slowly, my ankle only slightly hurting. This was it, I was finally going upstairs.

Once I reached the top of the stairs, I looked around. It looked like any averaged house. The entryway of the basement was in the kitchen, the livingroom off to the right and a dark unknowm room to the right. The house looked old, but I liked it.

Liam came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "How do you like it?" It was like he was presenting a house we just bought together. A house we were planning on starting a family in and it made me uncomfortable. "I love it." I smiled and placed my hand on top of his.

"I was thinking maybe you could get cleaned up and put on some clothes I got you, and then we could try again." He tightened his grip around me. "Sounds good." I nodded and he moved and headed towards the livingroom. "Follow me. I'll show you the bathroom and the house."

He lead me through the large house, showing me everything I needed to know. The only thing that bothered me was the fact that I wasn't allowed in half of the house and I wasn't allowed to leave. I was Liam's and his only, at least that's what he wants.

I took a long shower, getting the dirty and dust off of my body. Spending a while in a basement will do that to you. When I was done I wrapped a towel around my body and went to mine and Liam's room. "Li?" I questioned entering the room.

He stepped out of the closet holding clothes in his hand. "I want you to wear this for me, princess." He grinned and held up a see through bra and panties. My stomach churned, but I nodded. "Put them on me?" I smiled and dropped my towel to the floor, exposing my body to Liam.

The feeling of his eyes on me disgusted me, but I had to get him to believe that I didn't care about the fact that he locked me up. "Come here." He smirked as I walked towards him.

He lifted me up and sat me on the bed, laying me back. "Maybe we'll have a little fun first." He winked. "I think we should." I grinned and grabbed a hold of his shirt, pulling him down. What was I doing?