Taken (A 1D fanfic)

Chapter 14

Sorry I haven't updated in a while! But I've been having some emotional trauma happening, kinda what was happening when Jade was with Louis and the phone call happened, so... yeah. .-. But never fear! Katie's update is here, my sexy potatoes! OH and I wanna make a shoutout to two supercalafragilisticexpialidociousally awesome stories, What Are You? and Serendipity. You should do me a huge favor and go ahead and read them ;) And also, I'm having a contest for the cover! Whichever one I like best will be the new cover for Taken! Awesome, right? Email them to me at: stewartk98@gmail.com, I'll announce the winner and update the cover in 3 WEEKS. So hurry, before time runs out! :) I'll shut up now. -Katie <3 

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"Hayley." 

There was my daughter. Beaten up. Crying. Bleeding. Tied to a chair. All I wanted to do was kiss it all better, just like I used to do before I left. But I know her well enough. She won't let me back in her life until she's sure she can trust me again, not until she believes that I really do regret leaving, that I regret lying to everyone in my life. For making them believe I had died; all because I wanted to keep them safe. 

Well, that plan backfired. 

"D-Dad. Why... why would you leave us? You let me think you were dead. You let MOM think you were dead... why?" she asked, tears streaming down her face, her big brown eyes-her mother's eyes- were very wet, her brown, curly hair-she got that untameable mane from me- was everywhere due to all the torture she had endured. All because of me. 

I felt terrible. 

"I only did it to keep you and your mother safe, baby girl," I said. My eyes were now full of tears, my vision blurry. 

"Yeah, a hell of a lot of good that did," she replied. I was shocked, she had obviously grown quite a bit since I saw her last. But I had no time to dwell on the past. I needed to find my wife, my beautiful angel I haven't seen in years, and get the hell out of here. 

I heard a scream from down the hall. I ran into the room it came from to see my wife. 

Being raped. 

By that bastard Tomlinson. 

She was in better condition than Hayley, but only slightly so. The only difference being the fact that she had less bruising on her arms- possibly meaning she had been raped less, at least not as harshly. 

This bastard will pay for doing this to my wife. 

To my daughter. 

I heard a male yelling from down the hall, where Hayley was being held. 

"WHO THE FUCK DID THIS TO YOU?!?!" 

HAYLEY'S POV 

Niall climbed through the window as soon as my dad had left the room I so desperately wanted to escape, to forget. He just stared at me for a second. At first, his face was drenched in sadness; it broke my heart to see him like that. He came and knelt by my side. 

"Hayley," he said, his voice cracking. 

"Niall, thank God you're here," I said, my voice barely audible due to my limited access to any form of hydration.  

"Who-who did this to you?" 

"Niall-" 

"WHO THE FUCK DID THIS TO YOU?!?!" he shouted, his eyes now full of tears threatening to spill over. 

"L-Louis. It was Louis." 

"What-what did he do?" 

"Niall, please-" 

"Hayley." 

"He beat me. He raped me. He-" 

I couldn't say any more as he left the room. But almost immediately he came back in, at this point tears streaming down his face, and cut the ropes from my wrists with pocket knife which had seemingly come out of nowhere. I flexed my wrists, and as soon as Niall came into view I pulled him into me, crashing my lips onto his in a sweet, increasingly passionate, kiss. I forgot how angry I was with him, with my father, I forgot every bad thing that had ever happened to me. He pulled back, obviously reluctant, at the sound of someone clearing their throat. 

"I think we need to leave," were the only words I had ever heard my father say with such a cold tone. 

What's going on? 

"Dad?" 

"Hayley, why don't you and your... boyfriend go wait in the front lawn, I'll be out in a minute. 

"A-Alright." 

Niall and I brush past him on the way out, Niall looking a little worried. 

"What's wrong?" 

Before I knew it, Niall threw me over his shoulder and began running. He placed me in his car and drove to the house my mother and I had lived in- by ourselves- for years now, and when we arrived I got out of the car.