Chapter 18

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: THE SONG BELOW IS ORIGINAL, I WROTE IT MYSELF, AND I HAVE THE MUSIC FOR IT AS WELL. SO IT'S MINE, IT'S BEEN COPYRIGHTED, SO IF YOU STEAL IT, I WILL BE MAD.

Carry on!

Skylar's POV

There was a time, when we used to be,

Smiling at each other, happy and free.

That time passed, now you’re long gone,

And I’m here singing, this stupid darn song.

I don’t know, where to turn,

I need you, you help me learn,

Where are you…when I need you?

Will you be there?

When I’ve lost all hope,

Running through the darkness,

Trying to stay afloat…

Hiding in the shadows,

Standing all alone,

Will you be there?

Will you be there?

Will you come around?

Help me get back up,

And not fall back down,

Smile at me every day now,

Get me back, to where, I used to be…

Will you be there?

Ooh, ohhh-oh, oh.

Will you be there?

Ooh, ohhh-oh, oh.

Will you be there?

Take me back, to where we used to be?

Take me back to where we used to be.

That was the song I'd wanted to audition for the X-Factor with. It was the very first song Niall and I had written, together

I'd wanted to sing it, so he chose another song.

And then I'd backed out of the audition.

From then on out, it was the song I always would hum when I was lost or confused, or I needed a friend. 

And now, I was definitely lost and confused.

Why me? Why was I the one stuck in a trampy house away from my friends, with my abusive ex-boyfriend, being beaten every moment of my life? What did life have in store for me next?

"SKYLAR," Ryan said, pushing open the door. I flinched and scooched as far away from him as I could, which wasn't far. I was wearing a gag, my hands were tied behind me, and my ankles were shackled. 

"What?" I tried to say, but gagged on the gag. Stupid thing.

"Silly little girl," Ryan said, shaking his head as he climbed onto the bed next to me. He ran his hands through my hair. "I'll tell you what," he breathed, his voice husky. "I'll let the gag go, and you don't scream."

I nodded, and he took it off. I swallowed, regaining my breath. "How about you let me go now?" I said hopefully.

The look on his face was surprised, I guess he figured I'd scream. "No, I can't let you go. My boss still wants to meet you."

"Your boss?" I asked.

"Yes, speaking of which, he should be calling right about--" Ryan got cut off as his phone rang. He climbed on top of me, forcing me to lie down, and in a very awkward situation. He answered the call. "Hello?"

There was a pause as the person on the other end spoke. While he was listening, Ryan started stroking my hair again. I tried to get away, but seeing as my limbs were still tied together, I couldn't.

"I know," he replied. "She's been extremely uncooperative. Maybe I should just deal her over to you. Would you like that?"

There was another pause.

"Yes, I know, but the little bitch won't listen to me. Can I please hurt her a bit?" Ryan continued to run his hands through my hair, but tightened his grip on me. "I promise she'll come to you. Alive. But she may be in a worsened condition--" he got cut off, clearly. "Fine," he said tightly. "Come get her tomorrow then. I don't want to deal with her any longer."

He hung up and started to pull me up. 

"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?" I shrieked.

"Shut up, bitch," he snapped. "You're coming with me. We're going to do this."

"Do what?" I asked nervously.

His eyes glittered maliciously. "I think you know. Let me get the chair," he said, throwing me roughly into a room and locking me up.

I shuddered. The chair. It was a malicious contraption that was designed to literally shock you out of your skin. And then beat you. And Ryan would watch. And laugh. While I would cry.

I was really ready for this to be over.

How had I ever liked this kid?

The door opened again as Ryan came back in with the chair.

I closed my eyes as I was untied and strapped in. And I waited for the pain.

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But it never did. My eyes flew open as I heard Ryan fall to the floor with a grunt. "Get off, you b@stard," he snarled.

"HARRY?" I choked out.

There he was. His little brown head of curls, had tackled Ryan to the floor while Louis was busy trying to detatch me from the awful machine.

"Holy shit--" he began, and finished-- "ake mushrooms. Holy shitake mushrooms."

I rolled my eyes. "JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE."

"We've called reinforcements," Louis said as the strap was lifted. "C'mon, let's help Harry."

The two of us rushed over to the tussling boys. 

"HANDS UP WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!" a deep and scary voice yelled, and Harry stopped immediately. Ryan got up and reached for his pocket. 

A gun.

"HANDS UP WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM," the officer repeated. 

"Drop your weapon," another officer said as about a half dozen officers flooded the room.

Ryan clicked the lever and the bullet clicked into the chamber.

The room was dead silent. All you could hear was breathing. No one knew what would happen next.

My eyes locked to Ryan's, and he grinned evilly. He raised the gun so that it pointed at me.

I inhaled sharply. Was this the end?

"GUN DOWN," another officer ordered.

"I think I'll hold onto it a little longer," he said, grinning, as he pulled the trigger.

I squeezed my eyes shut as a BANG resonated in the room, and all was silent.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M EVIL. So...what do you think happens?

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