Missing Pages (Book 2)

Wicked Schemes

Warning: this chapter will include things that could be triggering if you were every sexually abused or assaulted, also it will have some mildly graphic violence.
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Song For This Chapter: Love the Way You Lie (Part 2) by Rihanna ft. Eminem

Louis' POV~
After the nasty man was done, he left. I expected Donny to come in and hold me..but maybe they weren't done yet. After all..there was three of them. I would say two, but I'm sure Richard isn't there just to watch.

I miss Donny's comforting voice. I feel safe when he's close to me..I know it sounds weird, like how can you feel safe when your kidnapped and beaten? But considering the circumstances, Donny does a pretty damn good job. He's been like a rock this past month.

It's weird to think that only a month ago I hated the guy. Now I don't know what to think. Is that wrong? Am I insane? I mean if someone told me a month ago that I was going to fall for Donny Jones I would've pushed them off a cliff, but now..everything's so..unclear.

A couple hours passed before they drug Donny into the room. His body was badly beaten, and what was left of his clothes was tattered and bloody.

But that wasn't what scared me the most..it wasn't how beaten he looked on the outside, it was how broken he looked on the inside.

"Donny?" I croak out, my voice weak from screaming. Nothing. Only silence. It was like his mind disappeared from his body.

It was like seeing Zayn after Richard had shown up in his dorm. Like staring at an empty shell. Although unlike Zayn, Donny looked much more..haunted.

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Donny's POV~
It wasn't supposed to happen again..I was supposed to be safe.

It was supposed to be over.

*Flashback*
"He's a runner, make sure you keep a close eye on him." My social worker tells my new foster parents.

"Oh you don't have to worry about that." A sinister voice replies.

"How many homes has he been in?" The women asks curiously.

"His parents were killed 4 months ago, since then he's been in-and ran away from-" More like escaped, I think to myself. "Thirteen homes, this will be his fourteenth." My social worker informs them.

And it won't be my last, I vow myself. I am not staying here. This house is creepy. These people are creepy. I don't like it here..I don't like it anywhere. I want to go home. I want my mum, and my dad..I miss Zoey.

I hear footsteps approach the door and I quickly scurry across the room, and sit down on the couch. "Hello Donny." The women smiles. "My name is Melissa, you're going to be living with us for a little while."

"Whatever." I mumble, crossing my arms and looking out the window on my right.

"Don't give her attitude." The man snaps.

"Well..I'm gonna leave you guys to get to know each other a little bit. I'll stop by tomorrow just to check up on things, until then, Donny, please behave." My social worker warns, before saying goodbye to my two new foster parents and walking out the front door.

"My name is Sal, by the way." The man says coldly, and leaves.

"Don't mind him, he's in a bad mood." Melissa explains, sitting down next to me on the couch.

"I don't care." I snap back.

"Hm..I like a man with a little backbone." She smirks, running her hand up my thigh.

I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. This wasn't right..but I didn't know why I felt that way. Until her hand moved up a little further..