Hostage

8. "Styles has your sister"

"Since you're unable to be trusted you have to be tied up again" Harry spoke softly as he pushed my shoulders down gently until I was seated on the rusty brown chair. I sighed as the confinements were once again wrapped around my wrists and ankles.

"Look, Rae" Harry began, tugging on the ropes to assure they were nice and tight before standing to his full height. I kept my gaze locked on his sock clad feet, unable to meet his eyes after my embarrassing panic attack.

Even though he helped calm me down, and I have this idiotic idea that he might actually care for me....I can't help but to think that he'll use this against me as some form of a punishment later on.

Scare me to the point where I start to panic only to let me calm myself down -which I usually can't do. Harry knowing that I have panic attacks could possibly be the worst thing that's happened to me since I've been here. And that's saying a lot considering I've been beaten to a pulp.

"You need to understand that you're not going anywhere anytime soon, alright? So don't try to escape because you won't get anywhere. We have eyes on you 24/7. We know you're smart but you're not smarter then me, or Liam, or Niall."

I thought he was going to list of the rest of the boys but to my surprise he left it at that and my lips twitched up in the slightest. Was Harry Styles attempting a joke? A gang leader was cracking a joke?

"So save us all some fucking time and keep yourself down here. Understood?" Harry's voice was back to authoritative and harsh like a flip of the switch and suddenly, I didn't feel like he cared so much about me anymore.

"I said..." He started. "Are we clear?"

The weak nod of my head was all Harry needed before he'd left the room briskly, slamming the door shut behind him and leaving me alone in the basement.

Alone?

Where was Clyde?

~*~

Spencer

"Spencer" He spoke deeply, a crooked grin etched on his features. "Where have you been, boy? You haven't come to see me in a while"

"School" I spoke hastily, willing my hands to stop shaking. Willing my teeth to quit chattering. "Midterms are right around the corner" Although this was true and midterm exams were coming up -that wasn't the reason I was scared.

His mere presence was enough to have me cowering back in fear. To have anyone cowering back in fear.

"Your father left I heard" At the mention of my fathers name my teeth clenched. "Yeah" I mumbled.

News broke yesterday that my father hadn't shown up at his 'job' at the hospital for over a week. My mom had been so busy with work she had't noticed, and I'd been so busy trying to find Shrimp that I hadn't noticed either.

"I'm sorry about that. My father left when I was a boy too" I rolled my eyes and kept my lips tight as he looked at me with masked sympathy.

"Do you have any idea where my sister might be?" I asked boldly.

He paused mid-sentence, eyeing me with such intensity that I shrunk back against the wall. "And why would I know of your sisters whereabouts"

"My father fleets the country, my sister disappears. I don't think it's much of a coincidence"

"Why your father leaves the country? I've got no clue. He was good here, working with us. Styles thinks your father is to blame for all that's happened, but he's yet to prove it." At the mention of Harry Styles' name I tensed up.

"So let's use our brains here" He leaned forwards on his forearms, peering at me curiously. "Styles thinks your father is responsible, Styles knows he can't get to you because of us, Styles is too much of a pussy to snatch your mum up, so that leaves one family member left" he chuckled darkly.

"Styles has your sister Spencer, what are we going to do about that?"

~*~

Raleigh

"YOU TAKE THIS" He forcefully grabbed the slice of pizza laid out by Niall about an hour ago, and held it in front of my face. "AND YOU PUT IT IN THIS" His large hands gripped my chin, forcing my jaw open. Tears leaked into my mouth; Salty, and desperate.

"How fucking hard is that?" Harry growled angrily. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST FUCKING EAT YOUR GODDAMN FOOD" He spat.

"Harry!" Niall exclaimed as he came surging down the stairs, followed by Zayn.

"Eat the food" Harry ignored Niall's cries of protest as he glowered at me. Deep green eyes intensely studying my frame as he dared me to disobey him. Dared me to do something wrong so he could lay into me.

"Harry" Niall spoke up again, desperate to get his angry friends attention.

"Raleigh if you don't eat the food yourself I'm going to do it" His voice was barely a whisper. His tone indicating it was a warning rather than a statement.

I remained stationary, staring at the ground silently as I pondered over my actions. I was making a statement by not eating their food. I was showing them that I could rebel, that they couldn't control every single thing I did. But now as I sat before Harry and the two boys in the back I was seriously doubting my decisions.

"Fuck this" Harry growled suddenly before grabbing the pizza and forcing my head back with his tight hold on my hair. "Open your mouth" He demanded roughly.

My jaw stayed clenched, tears splotting the floor beside me as Harry eyes darkened impossibly and his hands in my hair tightened.

"Your're so fucking stubborn" He yelled. "JUST EAT YOUR FUCKING FOOD, RALEIGH"

My face flew to the side once Harry had landed a solid punch, and I could have sworn I saw steam as my tears soaked over the burning area.

"Enough" A dark voice demanded from the corner, followed by a tall dark haired male pulling Harry away from my form. I watched with tense limbs as Harry struggled to free himself from Zayn's hold.

"Go upstairs and have a smoke" Zayn said.

And I watched as Zayn followed Harry upstairs, Niall staring at me for a moment longer before sighing heavily and climbing the stairs. Something caught my attention though.

Because just as Niall walked out, a boy with shaggy hair and caramel eyes stood at the top, his face covered in bruises.