Hostage

15. "We're not doing this to her anymore"

Harry Styles winced when I received my first blow. Like, he cringed and turned away.

Niall and Liam were in the corner, each staring at the ground with emotionless faces. Louis was standing next to Harry with a cigarette dangling between his lips watching the messy exchange between Zayn and I.

"I'm getting tired of your shit Raleigh" He growled and swung again. My neck snapped to the left and I cried out in agony. "I..I dont-"
I was cut off by another harsh punch to my jaw. Blood oozed from my nose and trailed down my chin.

"Please" I uttered, and the room went quiet in a heartbeat. This was it. I had retorted to begging for my goddamned life. Something that I'd once claimed I'd never do. I proved that I was weak. They finally got me to crack. "P-please" I cried. "I'm sorry I can't help you but-"

"Enough!" Zayn screamed, punching me once in my stomach and then another time on the left side of my jaw. I screamed out in pain. I could feel my jaw throbbing, matching the rhythm of my relentless heartbeat.

"Please"I choked. Whether I was joking through my blood or my tears I wasn't sure. "Zayn" Harry boomed from behind but Zayn was relentless. Three more punches delivered to my ribs. "Please" I sobbed, as I let myself fall limp in the chair. My head hung, chin touching my chest as I struggled to catch my breath. Tears trailed down my cheeks, mixing with my blood to create a puddle of pink on the ground below.

"I- I don't know a-anything. I'm sorry" I cried.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP" Zayn's arm drew back and I braced myself as best I could in the tiny chair. I held my breath as I waited for the punch, but it never came.

Just as Zayn was about to deliver another punch Liam stepped in the way and grabbed Zayn's fist before twisting it behind his back and forcing him up against the wall. "Fucking stop" He hissed.

Zayn was breathing heavily, his face pressed up against the wall, Liam's body weight keeping him there.

"We're not torturing her anymore" Liam demanded, staring directly at Harry who was watching the exchange between the three of us with careful eyes.

Liam pushed himself away from Zayn and walked over to me. "Do you hear me Styles? We're not doing this to her anymore"

"I don't believe that's your call to make Liam" Louis piped up, stomping on his cigarette and twisting his foot.

"If you continue doing this then I'm out" Liam spit. "I'll leave"

His threat lingered silently in the air. Niall was staring at me with a sympathetic gaze, looking like he was about to break down and cry right in front of me. Zayn was still leaning with his face against the wall and breathing heavily, most likely trying to calm himself down. Louis was staring at Liam like he was an alien.

"Didn't realize you cared so much about her" Harry murmured, deep green eyes trained on my form. Liam huffed and rolled his eyes in response, mumbling something about "humanity" under his breath.

"Alright. Obviously this method isn't working"Harry said, eyes trailing over to Zayn. "No more of this" He demanded, before turning and walking up the stairs with Louis following directly behind him.

Zayn pushed himself away from the wall angrily, the veins in his neck thickening, his arms flexing. He quickly made his way over to me but Niall stepped in front of me and blocked him.

"She better not fucking know anything because if I find out that she does I'll fucking kill her" He hissed, shooting Niall a deathly stare before angrily stomping up the stairs.

"Alright then" Niall turned to face me with a small smile. "Let's get you cleaned up"

~*~

I'm gonna die down here.

Zayn's going to kill me.

I'm going to die of starvation.

I haven't taken a shower in four days.

I haven't seen sunlight for...I don't even know.

How long have I been here?

I'm going crazy.

My head lolled back in the chair as I closed my eyes. Everything hurt. Niall and Liam had given me ibuprofen and a bunch of other medicine that was fucking with my head. It did help the pain everywhere else though.

I can't do this. I can't survive here. I need to see light and I need fresh air and I need water and I need human interaction and I need my friends and I need education and I need my brother and my mother.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE!!" I screamed and thrashed around in my chair. "CAN YOU HEAR ME HARRY!! I KNOW YOU HAVE A FUCKING CAMERA IN HERE! LET ME OUT" I sobbed.

"I can't do this. I can't do this."

Just as I opened my mouth to scream again the door swung open. Silence. Silence. Silence.

My ears strained to hear anything. To see who it was coming down the stairs. Was it Harry? Was it Zayn to beat me some more? Louis? Liam or Niall? A rival gang member to kidnap me again? Could it be my mom?

God, I miss her so much.

If only I hadn't gone to that stupid fucking party.

My eyes snapped up to the staircase once I heard the scuffing of the paws. Seconds ticked by before two German Shepherds ran down the stairs, their tails wagging behind them. I watched them closely as they approached me.

They still scared me, even though they did save me once. They've also tried to kill me so I'm not sure how I feel about them.

However, all they did was trot past me and jump up onto my rock of a bed and lay down, slobbering as they did so.

Louis came walking down the stairs moments after the dogs did, and he had a small smile on his face as he approached me. "Good news, love"

"Harry says you no longer have to be tied up since we will no longer be interrogating you"

"You mean torturing me"

"Details" Louis waved off, rolling his eyes sarcastically. "Anyways" He trailed off as he reached behind me to untangle the ropes. "The dogs are here in case you try to escape"

Moments later my ankles were free and Louis stood to his full height, looming over me.

"So, don't try anything and just sit here" He sounded exhausted as he pulled me to my feet and dragged the chair that had blood stains -my blood stains- to the corner of the room.

"If you're not interrogating me anymore and you still don't have any information about my father then why am I still here? And how do you even expect me to get that information?"

~*~

"You're not so tough and mean are you, baby? No you're not. You're cute and very very pretty. Who's a pretty boy? Who's a pretty boy? You are"

I cooed to the dog, petting him behind his ear and grinning when he began kicking his foot happily. "I'm gonna name you Cupcake because you're sweet" I kissed him on the nose and he licked my face.

"And you" I rolled over to pet the dog laying on the opposite side of me and scratched his belly. "I'm gonna name you Champion because I can tell you're the protective one. You can be my champion. I'll even call you 'Champ' for short."

Champ grunted as I scratched his tummy.

"You guys aren't so bad after all are you?" I layed flat on my back on my bed that way I was able to pet both. "Cupcake, Champion, and Rae. The three musketeers."

The dogs ears perked up just before the door swung open and closed roughly. However, the dogs remained on the bed as Harry stumbled down the stairs with a pout on his face.

I sat up against the wall as he approached me with bloodshot eyes and a bottle of vodka in his hands. "Harry-" I said softly as I stood up. Harry just stood a few feet away holding the bottle loosely, his sparkling green eyes remaining focused on my frame.

"When I was little my mum used to drink. And she liked drugs. Lots of drugs. She liked drugs more than she liked us. I hate my mum. I hate her."

"Okay Harry" His eyes were unfocused, his hands were shaking. "Harry" I tried again. "Give me the bottle please" I begged. Harry remained staring at the ground, but snapped his head up to meet my eyes when I took a few steps forwards.

"It's alright" I spoke as I reached out to him. He watched my hand as it slipped around the bottle, grip tightening on it when I tried to pull it out of his grasp. "It's okay" I whispered, using my other hand to pry his fingers from the bottle.

He let me take it from him and I placed it on the ground next to my bed. "I think you should get some sleep, Harry" I reasoned.

Harry shook his head and stared at me.

About a second passed by before my hands were tangled in Harry's hair and my legs were lifted up to wrap around his slim waist. Harry pushed us into the wall and held me there as his lips attached to my own.

He grunted when I let his tongue slip through, and he pushed his body even closer to mine. I moaned quietly when one of his hands let go of my waist to place itself on the back of my neck, giving himself better access.

Lips molded against each other, our bodies aligned as he rocked his hips into mine, releasing breathless moans and groans.

What the hell was happening?