Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

28. Provacation

~Fair warning that there'll be new people introduced in the P.O.V's. Enjoy.

~Aeron's P.O.V

The emptiness I'm feeling has been here for hours. Ever since I was knocked unconscious and dragged to this wicked place.

The place where memories haunt me from the first time I was captured. Tortured and bloodied. Stabbed and bruised. Everything painful and brutal reappearing in my brain as if it were some sick and twisted nightmare I couldn't and won't ever be able to escape. The place where I felt Liam's love feueled kiss and where I saw Harry's anger melt over and be taken out on his bestfriend. The place where I was so certain that I'd lose the person I'd worked so hard to keep at my side. The place where I thought, many times, my relationship with Harry would sizzle out.

It hasn't changed any. It's still old, dirty, ugly, and relentlessly mind numbing. Busted out windows and broken doors, sharp and ragged with glass covering nearly every inch of it. The same disgusting mildew smell that soaked my senses and made my eyes water, years ago. The walls smothered in either dirt or caked-on blood. Maybe both. Nobody knows what happened to this place after Liam, El, and I were saved.

The chairs were strewn about the room in the oddest fashions and the desks were tipped to their sides, papers spilt on to the ground. This dangerously deserted school building.

Instead of me being tied to a chair in a secluded room, I was out in the open, propped up on my knees with rope secured around my arms and torso, tighyly. I couldn't see properly because of the blood coming from my temple.

Upon arrival here, I was immediately questioned about where the others were. I wasn't and have never been the type of person to rat out someone, so I said I didn't know, which was partly true. I sent them off to save themselves. To keep them away from the sure outcome that I'm now facing.

Each time I fed them the answer they didn't want to hear, it was rewarded with either a strong slap, punch, or boot to the face. Most of the time, it was the man who'd hit me, but I soon found out that not only did I know this guy, but he had company. Another surprise when I knew that person too. The girl with pink and blue in her hair was pratically family to me.

They had given me two minutes to decide on telling them where the others were or they'd just beat me more and still have no answer to their repeating question. Right about now, I've got about thirty seconds until that door oepns.

The strength I had was being zapped away from me the longer I was staying up on my knees, so I slumped down and sat on my butt. My head was pounding and if I could get my hand to it and apply pressure it would help tremendously. Sadly, these dicks got me tied up pretty nicely. There has to be a way for me to get out of this rope and if I didn't find out, I'd go insane.

The door creaked open and in came the guy and his trusty companion. She closed and locked the door.

"I see you've gotten a bit more comfortable." He says.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'd be more comfortable if my fist came in contact with your mouth." I reply, looking at him from the corner of my eye.

He chuckled and rounded around to my left then got down to a knee to lift my chin.

"Stop touching me." I snap, pulling my head away from him.

He narrowed his eyes and went to his feet, snapping his fingers. The girl walked over to me and smiled, evily, crouching down and I locked eyes with her as she lifted my chin.

I couldn't remember her name, but she was familiar.

"You've grown so much since I saw you last. Remeber when we used to hang out all of the time? Those were the days, huh? But now you're married to that loser," She says, pushing a strand of my hair from my face. "And he even knocked you up? That's a new low even for you, isn't it, dear?" She asked.