Wanna play Curly?

Chapter 22

-Friday night-
I'm rushing around trying to find what I want to wear. I pull on my black skinny jeans and a white button up.
I fix my hair up into a semi-quiff. I put on my cross necklace and my bracelets.

I spray my after-shave and look in the mirror. I look okay..something missing..socks! I rush to pull on some socks and my black ankle boots.
I smile at my appearance.

*knock knock*
Hm..Lou said he was picking me up. But he didn't say when. Wonder if that's him.
I jog over to the door and open it with a smile. My smile immediately drops when Des comes into view.

"Hello Ugly Fucker. A little birdie told me that you were gay." He says angrily but with a smug look on his face.

"I-I..yeh.." I stutter.

"Where is he?" He asks.

"Out.." I say quietly.

"So he won't mind me taking you?"

"Um. Yeh he would..we're going out for dinner in a bit.." I say looking down at my feet. I'm tall but Des is surprisingly taller and much buffer than I am.

"Are you? A date?" He asks. I nod slowly. His fist collides with my stomach. I fall back and onto the floor.

"Urgh.." I groan standing back up.

"Come with me now before I make you."

"Where are you going to take me?"

"Somewhere no one can hear you scream. Now Fucker." He snaps grabbing my arm hard and yanking me out. He leaves a note on the door.

*I've taken Ugly Fucker, he'll be missing his date with you. He'll be home after he's been at the hospital, if he can make it there.
- Des*

I cringe at the note.
"Have you got your phone with you?"

"No. It was on my dresser when you came." I say quietly. He drags me downstairs and to the van.

"Good." He shoves me in the back of his van and closes the door. I groan in pain. Why does he have to be so violent? Well, at least it's me and not Lou.

After a while, the road gets rough under the van. Des stops the van and gets out. I can here his feet trudging round to get me. He opens the doors and I back up slowly. He grabs my ankles and pulls me out. I land on my back on the gravel. He drags me a bit more. I'm yelling at him to let me walk. He eventually drops my feet and I sit up. I see we're at the old barn. Oh god. The last time I was here he raped me. I cringe and stand up. I can feel that my back is bleeding from being dragged across the gravel and stones.
I follow Des into the barn.

"Remember here?" He asks. I nod slowly.
"I'm gonna do that again. But worse. You're gay so it shouldn't hurt." He says pushing me into the wall.

"Please don't.." I say.

"What?" He yells.

"Don't!" I yell.

"Why shouldn't I!?"

"I'M YOUR SON!"

"YOU'RE NO FUCKING SON OF MINE." He yells.

"YES I AM." I yell.

"IT DOESNT MATTER. I DONT CARE IF YOU'RE MY SON. I'M STILL DOING IT AND THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME." He yells pushing my shoulders against the hardwood of the barn. I groan as he slams me into it a few time. He punches me hard in the stomach and knees me in the chest. He pushes me to the floor. I scramble to stand up before he can jump me.

"FUCK OFF." I yell. He charges at me and rugby tackles me to the floor he pins my arms down above my head.

"How long is it since you've had it up the ass." He growls.

"That's none of your fucking business." I spit. He tightens his grip on my wrists mushing them into the floor of the barn.
"Two months!" I yell after a while of excruciating pain.

"Louis hasn't given it to you yet?" He asks smugly.

"We're not in a relationship." I say.

"But he's capable of giving it to you." He says.

"Of course. Why is this important?" I ask.

"Just wondering what's wrong with you, why hasn't he?"

"Because we're not in a relationship. There's nothing wrong with me." I say.

"Leave your arms there or I swear to god I'll kill you." He warns. He lets my arms go and I leave them there. They're bleeding anyway.

He grabs the bottom of my button up and rips it up. The buttons fly off.

"What're you doing?" I ask wriggling in his grip.

"Just seeing. Stop moving." He says getting out a knife. My eyes widen.

"Don't touch me with that." I say.

"Why shouldn't i?" He asks grabbing my wrists in one big hand. He puts the cold blade against the skin of my stomach. I snap my eyes shut terrified of what's gonna happen. He pushes the knife into my stomach. I cry out in pain.

"Ssh. It'll get worse." He says.

"Why're you doing this?" I say. Tears threatening to fall.

"Because you're gay. Feel like you need to be taught a lesson."

"Why're you so afraid of gays? You've already raped me once, please stop. I'll do anything." I say immediately regretting it. He pulls the blade out of my stomach and I cry out again.

"Anything?" He asks. I don't reply so he puts the knife to my stomach again.

"Anything!" I yell.

"Okay. Let me do the fuck I want to your boyfriend."

"What!? No! Do whatever to me, don't touch Louis." I plead.

"Fine. Stay still while I beat the shit out of you." He growls. I wimper but nod. I'm bleeding from him putting a knife in my stomach. But it'll be okay. He pulls me to standing and tells me to stand still.
He punches my stomach over and over. Then my face a few times. My nose gushing, my lip bleeding. I spit blood out onto the floor. God I'm regurgitating blood too. He gets mad that I got blood on his shirt and cuts my stomach with the knife. I cry out in pain. He punches me a few more times and I collapse. He kicks me until I pass out. I hear him laugh and leave.

I wake up slowly aching all over. I manage to get myself onto my feet and see that it's really dark outside. I sigh. I've been here before so I know how to get to the hospital from here. It's about a 20 - 25 minute walk.
I groan with each step. I'm in so much pain and I've lost a lot of blood. At least he didn't rape me, or hurt my boo.

-30 minutes later-
Guess I was slower than usual seeing as I'm in so much pain. I get to the desk of the hospital. I'm about to say my name and what happened when I pass out.

LOUIS' POV
*coming to collect Haz for our date*
I hum to myself as I walk up the stairs. I'm so happy it's unreal.
I reach the door and am about to knock when I see it. The note.
I read it twice to make sure what I'm reading was right. I break down. This can't be happening. No. I burst into the flat and ring Harry. I'm hear his phone going off in the bedroom. I rush in and see it's not him. I call the hospital and ask if Harry Styles has turned up.
They tell me no. I call the police to tell them what happened.

"999 what's your emergency?"

"My roommate's been kidnapped I need the police." I say through my tears.