Stepping into the light

Crying into the darkness

Welcome to chapter 12 , more heart breaks for Harry and Lou, you might need the tissues for this one
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" Harry sweetheart wake up" I hear my mum say as I feel her shake my shoulder lightly, My head feels  kind of fuzzy, it sounds like she is talking down a tunnel.
" Harry come on love open your eyes, they have news of Lou".
" Lou , Lou is all I hear, I force my eyes to open even though they feel like lead.
I blink once,  then twice until I finally get them to stay open and focus on the room around me.
The first thing I see is my mum, then I see Detective Riley standing to the side.
" Lou" I croak out, my voice is raspy from lack of use.
Detective Riley steps up.
" Mr Styles we have further information about Your husband , we definitely think Jenny is the one who organise to have Him taken , we have tracked her movements through her phone , GPS system and social media, we are surveilling every move she makes hoping that she will lead us to where or who has Has your husband, we are hoping the next few hours we will have something  significant to work with, I will keep you posted, as soon as I know anything further I will contact you.
" Please just find my Husband, do everything you can to find him".
" Mr Styles I am doing everything that I can possibly Do so I can do to bring him back to you".
I watch as Detective Riley leaves the room, I try hard to think that this is good news, but I still don't really know much at all.

Lou prov
This first thing that I feel is the pain , the pain that is radiating throughout my body like hot pokers piercing my skin and bones with every movement.
I am frightened to open my eyes because I know what I will be faced with, I lay still trying to listen for any noises coming from around me, there is nothing but a eerie silence.
I can feel that I am on a cold hard ground with dampness creeping through my clothes, I feel my body shiver as the chilled cool air surround's me.
I open my eyes to fine myself in some sort of shed, it's dark but I can make out a four wall wooden structure, I am tried to a post against one side of the wall, I can smell hay and animals and dirt.
My brain is trying to thing what I remember last.
I remember getting frighten at our house because the alarm went of , I remember laying on the lounge terrified that I was going to be taken again, I remember Harry packing our bags and being put in the police car, I remember feeling Clifford curled around me as I fell asleep, then nothing, nothing but blackness.
I feel the tears start to fall as I think about Harry and Clifford, we are they?, what has become of them?, were they safe?, visions of Harry flash through my mind and Clifford my beautiful boy, My thought get interrupted with the door opening letting in streams of sunlight.
I close my eyes and slow my breathing down and stay still not letting them know I am awake, I hear voices speaking.
" I thought he would be yelling and screaming by now".
" I thought he would have been awake, the car crash must have thrown him around".
Car crash, I don't remember a car crush, my brain is hurting from this new information that would explain why my body is so sore.
" He looks like he is in bad shape".
" Not as bad as his husband and stupid dog, that dog was as good as dead".
This new information leaves me breathless, heartbroken and totally devastated, this can't be true, this can't be happening.
I hear foot steps coming towards me , I hold still hoping to not give myself away, I feel hot breath on my face which reeks of alcohol.
" Dam, he is a pretty boy" I hear a voice say near my ear.
I am trying to stay so still, in my head I am screaming, praying he won't touch me, as I feel his finger tips glide down my face, I cringe giving myself away.
" So the pretty boys is awake is he" I hear followed by a wicked laugh next to my face, I next feel hands on my body, Fear kicks in as I try batting his hands away from my face .
" No get off me, don't touch me" I scream as Loud as I can, before my head get thrown back from the force of a strike to the side of my face, my ears are ringing and my eyes are swelled up with tears, my cheek is throbbing with pain, I curl up into myself trying to protect my body from some of the blows that hit me next.
" Ease up mate, we don't want to damage him to much".
" What does it matter, she will probably have us finish him of any ways".
" Let's leave the pretty boy for later, I am hungry".
" Pretty boy, I will be back to have a bit of fun with you, get ready for your body to be destroyed". I hear his sinister laugh as  I hear foot steps move away and I am left alone in the darkness, in pain, with every part of my body hurting,  my head is fuzzy pulling me into a darkness that I welcome.