Nefarious [h.s]

Chapter 61.

Ella POV

I've been in this cement room for a while.

It has no windows so I can't even tell what time of day it is. I don't know how long exactly I've been here. But definitely longer than a few days. I have barely slept. I've been too scared to fall asleep.

I could feel the bags under my eyes. Dirt, scrapes, and bruises cover my skin. Dylan has been in and out of here. He tries to talk but I say nothing to him and then he beats me for not talking. Sometimes when he's drunk, he comes in and beats me just for the fun of it. Still the same Dylan.

My lips are cracked. I have bruises around my wrists from the cuffs. I lost more and more energy as time went on. I also started losing hope. I'm beginning to believe no one is coming for me. I don't know if they just can't find me, or they just don't care.

I hallucinate sometimes. Or I get random voices in my head. My brain is playing games with me. I've been in a dark room, by myself, with no sleep for days. Sometimes I think I see silhouettes in the corner of the room. I try to say something, and I'll blink, and it'll be gone. I do get fed though. I get a sandwich with a shot glass of water. Better than nothing.

I hear voices outside the door, but I think it's just my head messing with me again. I sit in the corner, my head resting on my knees. I just want to leave.

I lie down on my back and close my eyes. I like to think about memories. It makes me happy thinking about them but once I open my eyes, I go back to the numbness I've grown used to.

I go back thinking to the other night. Harry and I cuddling on the balcony. The sunset in the background. Everything was so perfect.

"I'm crazy in love with you Ella Davis. You have me wrapped around you fucking finger without knowing it." I think back to those words he said to me. How I wish to hear his voice again. To be in his arms with no other worries. I miss my family. I miss Lynn no matter how much she gets on my nerves sometimes. And Niall, and Louis, Liam, and Zayn. All of them. They are my family. I can't help but wonder what they are doing now.

The door to the room opens. I expected it to be Dylan, but it wasn't.

"You." I nearly fainted. Everything made sense. The platinum blonde hair. I knew he was familiar.

"Hello love." he smiles. "We meet for the third time." The first time being at the store. I asked him for help to find shampoo. The second at a bar on the beach. The third, now.

"Peter Gray. Isn't it?" I lean against the wall. My eyes are so heavy. I feel disgusting.

"Correct."

"Have you been stalking me?" I question but I have a feeling I know the answer to that.

"If you are thinking yes, you are correct." He interlocks his fingers and walks towards me.

"But why? I don't even know you. I assume you're one of Dylan's friends." My mind feels scrambled. I'm running on no sleep, and I am confused. I'm a mess.

"Wrong. I know Dylan. Am I friends with him? no."

"Then why are you doing this? Why the hell have you been watching me? Do you know about Malefic too? What the hell is going on? I want to leave." I start to lose my patients. I have been sitting in this room for days with no idea what the fuck is going on and why I am here.

"Calm down princess." He laughs. "Not only do I know about Malefic... I'm in it." Peter grabs my chin, but I turn my head away quickly.

"Dylan too?" I look back at him. Anymore fucking surprises? Is everyone I know in this gang? My life really is surrounded by them. Just my luck.

"Sort of." He begins pacing back and forth. "Someone will be coming in shortly to give you more information."

"Who?" I tuck my knees to my chest.

The door opens up and an older man comes in. A gray and brown beard. He slams the door shut and walks towards me. He has on, what looks to be, a very expensive suit.

"Hello Ms. Davis." He nods to Peter, and he walks to the back of the room. The older man standing in front of me. "You look just like your mother." As soon as he said that my stomach dropped.

"Who are you? And how the fuck do you know my mother?" I snap at him.

"Dylan was right, you are a feisty one. Didn't he teach you to not talk back?" The old man rolls up his sleeves and clears his throat. "I have some explaining to do now, don't I?"

I watch as peter reaches outside the door, grabbing a steel chair and pushing it over in front of me, letting the old man sit down.

"How are you?" I sit against the wall.

"Lukas Brown. Top boss of Malefic." He says proudly. "Also, Dylan Brown's father."

I wanted to puke. They really have been keeping tabs and watching me for years.

"You know the whole back story with your mother. That whore never paid back the money that belongs to me. And well, since you're the only child, that leaves you to pay. You were supposed to die but unfortunately the other members got too close and now you all have to pay. Once I found out you all were close, I sent Peter Gray to watch over all of you. He was the one that started the fire in your hotel room. You were all supposed to die that night. When I found out you were all still alive, I was beyond pissed. So, I figured if I got you, I could drag the rest of them out here and just kill you all myself."

"You're insane." I shake my head. This is all so messed up. "What so you sent Dylan to get with me and watch over me all these years too or something?"

"Bingo. But you guys have met long ago before."

"What are you talking about?" I try sitting up, but I wince from the shooting pain in my side. I think Dylan broke one or a few of my ribs.

"In the beginning, your mother tried keeping you a secret from the gang. Well, when I found out she was stealing money, I didn't understand why. Up until I found out she had a daughter. You. I showed up to your house and we met. Dylan was also with me. You were about 10, Dylan was 12. You two went outside as your mother and I talked."

"Why don't I remember this?"

"I told you I was a friend of your mothers. You were such I kind little one back then." He shakes his head, standing from the chair. "No look at you. Your mother would be disappointed."

That cut deep. It's like he stabbed a knife right into my chest. I try not to show it but I know that he knows it hurt.

"You didn't know her like I did." I quickly wipe the tear rolling down my cheek.

"You didn't know her. You didn't even know she was in a gang till a little bit ago. I know your mother and you're just like her. A bitch." His hand comes down, smacking me across the face. "If it wasn't for you, your mother would still be alive." smack. "If you didn't make the guys get close to you, they wouldn't be hunted down as well." smack. "It's all your fault." smack.

With each hit, a sob came out. I try not to let his words get to me, but they do. Peter decided to join in on the beating. I was beginning to feel numb all over. I screamed and screamed but no one ever came to help me. I'm beginning to feel I'm gonna be locked here forever.

I just want to go home.

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A/N

I'M SORRY.

all pain I know I'm sorry....

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