My Story:Tears, One Direction, Anorexia

Chapter Thirty-Three: Him.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Emily's POV

I sobbed, afraid to turn around. "I told him I'd find you, I always find you." He said bitter. "What are you talking about?" I asked quietly finally turning around. I was staring at my parents killer, my rapist. Oh god. "Oh, you're little boy band didn't tell you? I swore I'd find you again, the said I wouldn't but look where we are. I guess Larry got you pregnant and then kicked your skank ass out?" He asked smiling. "I-it's Harry. And n-no, I ran awa-ay." I cried scared. He just laughed. He walked up to me and pulled me off the bench by my hair. I cried out in pain. "That's right bitch, cry for them, they won't hear you now. It's to late. They can't save you now." He spat. He dragged me into an alley and raped me.

Liam's POV

All of us we're at the police station,yes even Harry, telling the police what had happened. We were all in an office with Detective Long when my phone started ringing. I looked at the called I.D and my eyes went wide. "It's him, the one who has been after her." I said. "Answer it and put it on speaker." The detective said. I did as I was told. "Hello?" I asked. "I told you I'd find her. Scream for me bitch." He spat. "Ooowww! Helpp! He's-he's raping me! Please he-help!" I heard Emily scream. I broke out into sobs, as all the other boys. "How'd you find her?" I asked. "Oh, it wasn't hard. She was just sitting on a park bench." He chuckled. Harry took the phone. "I swear to god if you hurt my babies you will regret it!" He spat. We heard his chuckle and then he hung up.

Emily's POV

He left me naked in the alley. I feel broken, used, sick, and hurt. I looked down at my babies to make sure they're okay and I saw blood. I quickly threw on my cloths and struggled to get up I was in so much pain. I limped around hoping to find a hospital or a pay phone. I saw a hospital. I feel and couldn't get back up. I crawed a few more feet so I was on the steps of the hospital. I layed there for what felt like forever before I felt myself be lifted onto a bed. "How far along are you?" "Eight and a half months." I said barley breathing. "We're losing her!" I heard them yell. An oxygen mask was put on me. We got to a room and they took it off. I could breath again. "How are my babies?" I asked scared. "They are okay. But you're going to have to push soon." He said. "Wh-what?" I asked scared. "You're going into labor." I have to go through this alone. With no one to help me. No friends, family, and Harry. "Okay Emily. I need you to push." I shook my head. "I don't want to. I'm scared." I said crying. "It's okay sweetheart." He said assuringly. And on ten, I pushed, waiting to hear the angelic cries of my beautiful children.

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