Kidnapped: A Harry Styles Fanfic

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Blur, I want my life over. I do not want to live. Is that a bad thing? After what I have been through the past three months, I can honestly say, I want to die. Of course, I am the reason Abby is dead.  I am the reason her family is grieving with a loss of a girl I barely knew. But, again its my fault.

Her parents insist other wise, even though we do not even clearly know she is dead. Once again though, we know their is no hope. I am visiting a therapist. It is not really helping. I am having suicidal thoughts. I mean not that I can help it. I can still remember the day I left that hellhole

Looking down at Abby's sleeping silowhette I sigh deeply. Maybe I can help her, maybe I can be her savior. Her lying across my chest sent shivers through my spine. Even though she looked like hell, she still looked perfect. I mean I can't like her... right? Her eyes closed softly with her thing lashes closed together, looking like she was in no pain. Even though she was.

And it was all my fault.

The door swung open roughly as Mike came down. I clenched my hands and teeth together from saying or doing something I would later regret.

"Look at the little spoiled brat, comforting a girl that he let a guy rape," Mike teased me lightly. I wince as the harsh words took me hard, as I knew it was my actions that let him do such a cruel thing to her. 

"Shut up," I mutter, gaining myself control back to being normal.

"Look kid, you thought she helped kidnap you. Why the hell would you think that?" Mike pressed more, even though he knew he was the bastard that voluntarily raped her.

"I think I am going to kill you and try the rest of my life to make it up to her!" I whispered, holding her figure closer to my body.

"You are the reason she's here."

"Fuck off." I screech only loud enough to make Abby shiver beneath me.

"Woah, kid. By the way, your free to go."

"What are you talk.....i.n" I said before Mike roughly put a cloth over my mouth. I was shocked, in an attempt to protect Abby, I roughly tried to shove his hands away. But sadly, the mysterious mist already emptied into my body, as my fighting attempts became feeble. All I remember is having Abby being lifted off of me and then darkness.

When I came to I was in a hospital room where, my boys were and my family. Only then I learned that Mike and John had gotten away, but had killed Abby while doing it.

I quickly shake my head trying to bid that memory away. I look up to the front of the range rover where Liam and Zayn were sitting looking at me with pity. I sighed and stared out at the window taking in the aura of buildings passing by as we make my weekly trip to the hospital.

"Harry, ya know it'll get better eventually, right? It wasn't your fault," Niall said from the seat across me. I look at him belwildered. The little guy had been scared out of his own wits for weeks. I felt bad for him to.

I didn't reply, but just looked back out the window. Niall sighed and looked out his window. We arrived at the hospital and walked inside. I don't understand why I even need a check up, I mean I am fine.

As we walk up to the receptionists desk she looks at us with wide eyes and ushers us to the side. I looked at her quizzically as she rambles on and on about the ambulance, I listen closely to the sirens that are becoming clearer in the distance.

Sitting down I pick up a magazine with my face and Abby's plastered on the front. I roughly set it down and turn my attention to the nurse, talking to the doctor about the ambulance. I pick up gunshots, girl.

Must be a drug raid, I think, as ofcourse I secretly hoped it was my Abby. But Abby's dead. The ambulance pulled up to the sliding glass doors of the hospital, Liam looked as they unloaded the girl on the stretcher with grief, we all know how bad it is to have someone token away from you. They wheel the girl in. My breathing stops. It can't be...

Abby.