Made with Love...

Chapter Thirteen: Hopeless..

Julie POV:

I tried to open my eyes but they were only heavy. Where was I? Where's Lily? I tried to get up and move but I wasn't able too. Now, I was scared. That's when realization hit, I was kidnapped earlier at the park. He looked awfully familiar to me. But then that's when I remembered. He was one of the guys that followed me around, the guy who was snogging some girl in the pool. Why was I being kidnapped for? What did I do? This was Claire's mess I knew it. I just really hope the boys come and find me! I mean is it that hard? Please notice i'm gone, Liam will right?

I finally opened my eyes to see myself in a dark vacant room. Nothing but my lifeless body in this chair, and the little window that brought in the sunlight. How long have I been out? I groaned as I tried to move around. But only two reasons gave me pain. One from the lack of found in my body, and two from the beating I must of got from the way my head ached and my thigh had at least a dozen bruises on each leg. Was I really that hateful? Was this the work of Niall and Claire? I knew Niall didn't love me but why would he want to hurt me? She couldn't possibly do this much of a damage to me. Tears were not running down my face, I want to get out of here. Now! Please help me! Just pray everything will be fine. But I want my little girl. I want Liam to help me at this point, I want Louis to make me easy at this situation, I want Zayn to give me some advice or just tell me the brights about things, I want... I want Harry to tell to me that everything alright and that he's always there for me. I want Harry. I miss Harry. Harry. Why am I thinking of him? Oh because Niall broke your heart and Harry will always be there for you. Thats why.

"Good morning bitch" His voice broke my thoughts.

I stood silent. Should I even speak, am I aloud too? What if I say something wrong? It's better to stay on the safe side, so quiet it is. I looked at the guy who looked to be around his mid twenties. His hair a jet black, and slick back. His beard was faded yet noticeable. His eyes were a shade of blue. Kind of like Niall's but Niall's were always better. A thousands times better. He walked around me smirking, at my presences. Hey, i didn't want to be here either.

"So, how old are you?" He spoke.  

"I'm twenty..." I spoke quietly.  

"Mhm, so your the infamous Julie?"

Infamous? Was I not liked at all? Why wasn't I aware of this? From what I knew, i was kind. Right? Nice to everyone, not once have I been a bitch unless you were being a bitch to me. A big difference. But infamous? Is that how Claire says it? Nice.

"Infamous?" I repeated, but this time verbally.  

"Yeah, Claire says no one likes you.. That this task would make everyone happy.." He simply stated.  

"Task?" I questioned "What task?"  

"You know, you vanishing and what not"  

"You could get into trouble, you don't want to do this.. Let me go" I begged. 

"Why should I ?" He said getting closer to my face "I don't like you, you make Claire miserable.. I don't like Claire miserable"  

"I have a little girl! A three year old! She needs me! She needs her mother!" 

"Mhmm" He let out a chuckle "Claire can take care of that"  

"NO!" I yelled "SHE'S NOT TOUCHING MY LITTLE GIRL"

I felt a rough hand come into contact with my face. He slapped me. This guy, who I just met about an hour ago just slapped me. I looked at him, tears brimming my eyes. I wanted to sob but there was no reason to, why should I? To get hit again? It's bad enough i'm acting like a big baby for a hard smack but it really did hurt. I've never been physically hurt by the opposite sex and I sure as hell don't want it to be another time when it happens.