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'Come on y/n we don't have all day you know' Micheal shouted out as I finish getting ready 'I am just putting my shoes on I will be like 20 seconds' I said as I put them on I finish up then walk out and get into the car with Micheal

We arrive at johns house we get out the car 'remember esme will not want John to come with us so just be nice' I say to Micheal he just nods we walk up to the door and knock John answers 'hey what do you guys want' he says

'Tommy wants you home for a meeting John' I say 'no we are staying home' esme says 'no John is coming with us esme' Micheal says

After a long talk we go outside and a cart Arrives I notice that it was not right

'John look out' but it was to late he was hit like seven time my brother was dead then I look at Micheal 'no' he was shot too

'John is dead' I say to everyone as I walk into the garrison 'no no he is not y/n stop' arthur says 'arthur he is gone Micheal is in the hospital' I say and polly looks up at me 'my boy is not going to die' she says 'no he is recovering but John is dead' I say and me and arthur and Tommy go and see him

Arthur knocks over a tone off pots and I cry into tommys shoulder 'it's ok y/n it wasn't your fault' he says 'I could off been the one in the bed then him it's not like it would make a difference' I say and Tommy and arthur look at me

'y/n don't you even think about it' Tommy says 'but if I die then all the guilt will go away'

'But then you give us a bigger guilt cause we knew and we didn't stop you' arthur says 'I-I' I just walk out I could talk about it or see my brother dead when I could be instead

I walk to my own house hidden so no one can find me I walk in and lock all the doors and the windows I get out my whiskey and drink and drink I was nearly out when there was a knock at the door I stumble over to the door and open it that's when I regret it

The Italians They put a bag over my head and tighten it and put my in a car and they drove off

I get punched and punched over again then I was put into a ice bath and then they pushed my head under

I was out and they cut me and it felt like millions of knife were going into my body I was tortured for 4 more days

They put a bag back over my head and put me in the car and dropped me outside the garrison

I feel to the floor as they drove off I took of the bag and walked in I stumbled everywhere leaving a little bit off blood 'HARRY' I shout he comes out 'y/n omg are you alright' he says

'no I am not do you know we're my brothers are Harry' he says 'in the private room' he says I nod and kind off walk over I open the sore I fall over

Tommy stands up and helps me up 'y/n are you alright what happened' he says 'the the Italians they tortured me for 4 days' I say Tommy and arthur look at each other 'do you know what they look like' arthur asks

'no they put a bag on my head so I couldn't see Tommy help it hurts I don't know what to do it all hurts' I say as my eyes close faintly 'y/n stay with us' arthur says 'we need to get her to the hospital ok arthur lift her up' Tommy says and arthur nods

We arrive at the hospital and I was rushed to the room and was immediately cleaned up and stitched up I screamed and screamed for hours

It was all completed and I fell asleep Tommy stayed over night I was tossing and turning in my sleep I started screaming 'help someone help' I shout and tommys eyes shout open 'y/n y/n you are safe alright you are ok' he says and I cry 'Tommy I can't it all hurts the dreams Tom the dreams are the worse and it has just started' I say and cry roll out off bed and get some water and cry