Gone

Chapter Two

—Violet—

I can't see outside, I'm tied down to the bed still my body aches from the events of what I'm assuming was yesterday.
I've never felt the pain I felt then. I'm sure it won't be the last time either. Has anyone noticed I'm gone? Will someone send help? There's no way out, the door is locked from the outside the walls are sound proof, there are no windows. I have no way of escaping. I'm going to die here.
I haven't even lived. Why is this happening to me?

The door slams open, my naked body shivering on the table as he walks over to me.
"Here drink" he pours the water into my mouth. I haven't gotten water since I been here. 
"What are you doing, don't give her water without my say so" Carlos's voice booms through out the room.
"Are you trying to kill her?" Zayn looks beyond annoyed his eyebrows furrowed as he stares at the man in front of him. I've learned to be quiet and take it. Anytime I fight I get hurt worse.
"Shut up, go stand in the corner"
I whimper as this man stands over me checking the work he had done from the day before.
"It's lucky for me that the boss isn't buying you for another week. I get you all to myself until then."

Another day, another week, another year. My life has proven to be miserable. I don't know how I'm supposed to hold on. It's day 2 and I'm already losing hope.

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He finally leaves hours of torture has passed. I can barely stay conscious. Today was different, he electrocuted me, burned me, cut me, raped me. I can't fight back.
Why won't he just kill me?
Please just kill me.

"Here" Zayn is here again with a spoon in hand.
"It's soup I promise it's not poisoned" he chuckled
My capped lips part as he pours some into my mouth. I hadn't eaten since yesterday. Even tho it's not much it was enough for me. I feel sick.
My wrists and ankles are bleeding because of the friction of the cuffs when my body would try to escape the pain being inflicted on me.
"Im going to take these off, I put a mattress in the corner" his hands more to my wrist the handcuffs unlock but I can't move. My body is stiff.
He moves to my ankles and undoes them before coming to my other wrist. His arms slide under me lifting me off of the cold table my blood covers it and the floor.
Why is he being nice to me? Does he feel bad? Was he forced to do this?
He softly lays me on the mattress and tosses a blanket over my naked body.

Shivers are sent down my spine as I try to get any sort of rest. I'd rather be asleep then awake at this point. I wish I were dead.

I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with this...

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6 Days Later

I've lost so much blood, I can't feel anything anymore. I can't move, I can't even really think.
I don't know how long I've been here. It's not even that I care I just... I don't know. I don't know what to do.

"Get up put these on" Carlos spits as he threw clothes at me
He knows damn well that I can't move.
He forcefully yanks the dress over my withering body.
"Zayn get her and let's go. He's waiting" he storms out of the room as Zayn enters
His arms slide under me lifting me from the ground.

He walks for what seems like forever before finally reaching a staircase to what I'm assuming is the house. Carefully walking up the steps he opens the door revealing a big living room.
"What the fuck is this" the man huffed looking at me. My beaten withered body is probably not what he was expecting.
"So what you two had fun? What am I supposed to do with this" Zayn stayed silent as Carlos began running his mouth. "It's not fair you're the only one that gets anything from them so I took it" Zayns hands Clench as he steps away from the two of them. "Oh really?" The man chuckles before pulling a gun out of the back of his pants and aiming it at Carlos's head. "I've been too lenient it seems, that was a mistake" with that he pulls the trigger and the man that had caused me so much pain was dead.
My body was too weak to even jolt from the sound of the gunshot. What's worse is I didn't care about what just happened.
"Zayn I need the details of what happened, for now give her to Niall he'll take her to a dr" Zayn nods gently handing me to whom I assume is Niall.
"Be careful Niall." He didn't need to say more taking one look at me he begins to walk to the door. Closing it behind him I'm outside for the first time in weeks. I wish I could actually enjoy it.
He places me in the passenger seat, I'm barely able to hold myself up.
He slides the buckle across my chest and into the clip before closing the door.
I feel the car move as his door closes.
"It's gonna be kinda bumpy, so, uh, sorry" he starts driving. And he wasn't wrong it was bumpy but I'm numb.
"Are you doing okay" he asks, we've been driving for 10 min.
I nod as that's the only thing I can do right now.
Am I safe with them? Are they going to hurt me too?
"We're here" he hopped out of the car walking to my side and cradling me in his arms again.
"The drs name is Liam Payne, you'll be in good hands" he tapped on the door with his foot before an assistant opened it, "hey Sutton" Niall greeted the man before walking past him.
"Liam, we got a really injured one for ya" he said before laying me on the hospital bed.
The man I'm assuming is Liam walked over to me, I could tell by the way he cringed it was pretty bad.

"Alright I'll have to remove her dress to see the extent of the wounds and I'll need your help. However there's already no possibility this will take any shorter than a few weeks to get her rehabilitated enough to work" Liam tapped the pen against his chin as he looked over my broken body.

I just want to be dead. He grabs a pair of scissors in his already gloves hands. Cutting the dress from the bottom up.

His face said it all.

I've never seen someone make a face like that. "Niall, what the fuck happened" Niall walks back into the room seeing my battered body.
"Jesus" Niall immediately pulls out his phone and walks out of the room.
"Violet, can you speak" Liam asked as he removed the rest of the cut dress.
"N-" I can't get anything out. I don't really want to talk.
"It's okay, dont worry about it" he walks away before returning to me
"You still have quite a few open wounds. I'm going to clean them and stitch them up and we're going to wash you." He was very gentle and explained everything in detail as he did it.
He's nice.

He numbed them before starting to stitch, not that I could feel them anyway but I'll appreciate the thought.
Before I knew it the man from before walked in the door.
His face formed the same furrowed eyebrows and small frown that Liam and Niall had.
"Harry I need to know what happened to treat her properly" Liam stated as he continued his work.
"Well it's a lot. I regret telling Zayn to be hands off with the step ins. The shit Carlos did was sickening even by our standards"
Harry looked disgusted.
"I need a vague list of you could"
Liam's hands were calm as he continued to stitch my legs and arm up.
"Rape, electrocution, beatings, cutting, he ripped some of her nails out, he made her drink something Zayn didn't know what it was that's the vague list" he came and sat next to me. I kept my eyes to the ceiling, my body began to violently shake. My mind feels fuzzy and I can't focus on anything.

"Code 3 in room 156" Liam's voice beams over the intercom
"What do we do" Harry's voice almost sounded worried.
My body begins to calm down, everything still fuzzy. The nurses stare at my body.

I want to cry.
Stop looking at me.
Stop looking at me like that.
Please.

A year falls down my face. "You all can go" it's like they knew what I was thinking.
"So she has seizures, probably due to the electrocution. we will start a medication and see if it helps prevent them" Liam said as Harry nodded his head.
"Put some gloves on" he threw a pair to Harry before walking out of the room.

Harry sighed as his phone rang

"Yes"
"No"
"Then deal with it"
"You get paid generously Louis just do what your told, the piece of shit deserves it."
"Bye"

He puts his phone back in his pocket and turned to me. I can't help lookin at him. I feel so lost but him and Liam make me feel safe.
Liam returns with a bucket and some sponges.
"We're going to wash her, and don't complain Harry your partially the reason she's here to begin with" he nods.

They each grabbed the sponges dipping them in the warm water before gently rubbing them over my legs. "You need to be extra gentle or you risk opening the scabbed wounds" Liam explained as he continued gently cleaning my leg. Harry did the same.
They're cleaning my belly and breasts before Harry cleans my face.
"We're going to lift you up to wash your back now" they lift me forward a groan makes its way from my mouth. I grip tightly onto their shirts as they finish.
"Okay all done, we need to focus on healing so you'll be stuck in this bed for a while. we'll need to clean and dress your wounds daily, and you'll need to eat properly." Liam states before turning to Harry.
"I think she'll be okay. However what she's endured is definitely going to have a long term effect. In my opinion it'll be best for her to put her to sleep for a few days to best help with recovery" Harry nods and steps out of the room.
"Alright Violet, I'm going to have you go to sleep. You won't feel anything and you'll rest and hopefully when you wake up we can get you walking around" he brushes the stray hair from my face before offering a small smile. "You'll be okay" he then inserts the drug into my IV. Soon everything goes dark.