On Tour [HS]

Seventy Three

Love
21 September - Unknown

AN: I pinky promise the sad will be over soon, please trust me and remember to vote and comment! <3
Warning: mentions of sexual assault and addiction, violence and throwing up.

By now there's no way Harry isn't aware I'm gone. My eyes may be swollen almost shut but I watched the sunrise through the cracks of the wooden boards covering the window of what used to be Mabel's half-finished nursery a year ago. The space once full of the excitement of bringing a new baby into the world has been flipped, the atmosphere now holding terror as Niall and I sit tied up on the floor to act as disturbing amusement to the two men holding us hostage.

He's doing everything in his power to keep them away from me, it's been hours since we last saw their faces in this room. They left Niall unconscious on the floor and me with the ability to breathe properly let alone make any attempts to wake him up. He came around on his own eventually, tied up and figuring out what happened but flipped quickly when he saw the state I was in.

Despite everything happening, he somehow cared more about my well-being despite me being the reason we were both sitting here.

It was clear we were only left alone because our captors had gone to sleep, evidently content with how we were contained to feel able to not be watching us or coming to check in which caused us to silently agree on not attempting to escape. At least not yet. It's not worth it right now, we need to know more information even if I know this house like the back of my hand, it was my home for nearly a decade but it's obvious that everything has changed. That this plan currently being executed has been thought through and planned.

The thought of the two men who've caused me and my mother worlds of pain getting together to plan how they could harm me and Niall, how they could keep us contained in one space and hurt us. I just wish I knew why... What did I do to cause this to happen? What did I do so wrong to warrant this being done?

My wrists are raw from tugging at the ropes keeping me bound, I'm aching all over and my lungs burn with every inhale that I'm coming to terms with the thought of having a potentially bruised or broken rib. The clothes I'd chosen to wear to bed hung from my body and were covered in dried blood, dirt from when I assume crashed and my hair was already matted together after Lucas flung me around by it.

I can't imagine how disgusting I look, my lip must be swollen and bruised as well as bruising on my face from punches I received downstairs, mostly unconscious. Across the room from me is where Niall sits beneath the window with his head tilted back and eyes shut, almost looking peaceful despite the marks of abuse tainting his skin.

My eyes flit from his face towards the boarded-up window in the hopes of some telltale indication of what time of day it is, the cracks between the planks of wood letting in only small amounts of light now. I keep fading in and out of consciousness, much like Niall across the room, which makes it hard to keep track of time even if we had free access to look at the sky.