Happily (h.s)

Sam's P.O.V (continued)

"Where does it hurt?" A green haired boy asked.

"My ribs!" I cried out.

"Shut that thing up, Michael!" Luke said irritated.

"Do you want me to fix her or not?"

Luke sighed. "Fix her."

Michael nodded then went back to his business. "I'm gonna need a closer look. It's gotta come off."

"Huh?"

Luke chuckled, "He said shirt off. That means do it."

I scoffed. "You're supposed to be helping me not filming a porno!"

"Look little girl," Michael spoke up pinching the bridge of his nose, "we don't have time for your dumb games. I need you to take your shirt off so I can see if theres any bruising."

I surely didn't want to be 'flashing' them but I knew they could kill me any second. I gulped and raised my arms and shirt over my head. I could feel Luke's eyes piercing into me. I was practically setting myself up for rape. Michael took his finger and traced every single rib bone to feel where and which one had been fractured. Goosebumps shot up and down my spine as I was clearly uncomfortable. He directed his gaze up towards my eyes, "Hurt?"

I shook my head.

He smirked, "How about nervous?"

I nodded.

"That's good." He continued.

"Are you done getting a rise out of yourself?" Luke spoke up.

"Shut the fuck up, Hemmings."

Luke grinned, "I know you want to." He raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, well, maybe I do. I know you do too."

"Yeah you're right. But this isn't my property. Ashton would cut our balls off. Literally."

"Idiot.." Mike turned back to me. "Honestly, I have not a single clue how to tell what's wrong with them. I just did all that because I needed an excuse to touch a pretty girl like you. Too bad we couldn't have more fun." He shot that devil grin of his along with a slight chuckle. Luke mumbled "Told ya so."

"You're a sick freak." I muttered to him.

"Oh honey we know. That's how we roll. And by the way, I love the bra." He winked and they both exited the room before I could protest. There nothing else for me to do and I was in so much pain so I decided I might as well I try to sleep. And I did.

When I woke up, I was cold. Considering they had took my clothing along with them. I made my way to a small kitchen, where Michael, Luke and Ashton stood. My feet felt cold on the hard wood floor.

"Hey babe! How ya doing?" Ashton was acting really strange. "I'm sorry about earlier, it was Lukey's fault, but I hope you feel better!" He smiled down at me as he placed his arm around my shoulders. I whispered, "I think that one is out to get me.." I gestured towards Michael.

He laughed, "Don't worry, we all are!" With that came a swat to the ass. I backed away from him irritated. "Can I please just have my shirt back? You keep it colder than Alaska in here. I've had a long day from you running over me and you violating me."

"Touching your stomach isn't violating you."

I rolled my eyes, "And touching you penis isn't a bad thing."

"It isn't." He bit his lip.

I stomped. "Can I please just have the damn shirt!" Luke tossed me it and it was drenched in gasoline. "W-what the hell?!!?"

He whispered in my ear as he walked past me, "Karma is a bitch. But so is Luke."

I looked at Ashton and he shrugged. There wasn't anything I could do. I was surrounded by 3 over sized teenagers. There's no way in hell I'd get out alive. The only thing I could think to do to pass time by was to go back to sleep till someone rescued me. "Hey Ash, I think I'm gonna go lay back down. My ribs are still bothering me." With that I waved to the 2 remaining boys in the room and I walked out.

"Wait...Sam.." His voice became shrill and angry. "What's that on your hand?"

I looked down at my palm and remembered Harry. "Erm, just a scar."

He started walking in my direction. "And what is that scar from?"

"A-A knife.." I quickened my pace but it was too late. He tackled me from behind and I shrieked out in pain. "Your ribs can fucking wait, Samantha!" He was now screaming in my ear. "Who gave you that scar!?"

"Harry, Harry HARRY!" I repeated as if it was gonna help him get off of me.

"Where is that fucker!?"

"I-I don't know!!!"

"Yes, you DO!! Michael, get in here!"

"Dog pile!" I felt Michael's feet shaking the ground as he stomped his way into the hallway and jumped on top of us, pushing us to the floor more. I sunk my teeth into my arm to keep myself from screaming out. My heart raced faster as I couldn't take the pain anymore. "Do you know now!?"

"Ashton, I promise, please get off of me!" I saw Michael's feet infront of me. "Ash, I think she's serious." Ashton got up and stood next to him. "Well then. I guess i'll have to find him myself." He gave me a direct kick to the stomach. Michael looked down at me, I saw sympathy this time but of course he couldn't help me. He followed Ashton out the door. I curled up into a ball and screamed. I actually wanted Harry by my side.

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"Are you okay?" It was at least an hour later before someone finally started talking to me, let alone paying attention to me. "Noo.." I splurred out of my mouth. I heard whoever was there sit on the floor next to me. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I hope you're telling me the truth." I rolled over to face him. His brown hair was wet and he smelled like a tropical shower. He was in skinny jeans, and only skinny jeans, revealing several tattoos. He had a water bottle and a Santa Cruz shirt in his hands. He handed them to me. "You're probably gonna need this more than me." He combed his wet hair with his fingers. I slowly sat up and accepted the shirt. "T-thanks.." He stood up and held out his hand towards me. I just starred at it. "Luke informed me on what happened. I know he probably hurt you really bad. Do you want help or not?"

I took his hand and he pulled me up. "Just follow me, okay?"

I nodded and obeyed, I trailed behind him like a lost puppy. He took me back to that same store we had been in before. I don't why but I expected Harry to still be here so I kept my eyes out for him.

"I'm Calum, by the way." He broke the silence.

"I'm S-"

"I know." He just kept on walking. He directed me towards a door that said 'empolyees only'. He swiped a card and the door opened for him. There was all different kinds of things behind that door. Stolen things, illegal things, everything. I realized that this wasn't just there store, it was a trafficking place. Calum took me to where they kept the medication. He picked up a bottle off the shelf with a big red 'warning' sticker on it. "Do not take more than 2 at a time." He went ahead and opened the bottle and forced 2 down my throat.

"Shouldn't I be 'resting'?"

He laughed. "You don't have time for that!"

"What do you mean?"

"Ashton. He wants you."

I giggled, "Trust me, I know."

"No. He wants you." He took my hand and pointed at my palm.

"Please explain more."

He sighed, "The only way to re-claim someone is to kill the person who claimed them in the first place."

"So you mean-"

"He's gonna kill Harry."