A New Chapter. (Sequel to Darcy Anne Styles)

Chapter 20.

"Darcy's pov."

I groan and roll over, flinching when I feel a kink in my neck.
I need to go see my Dad today, I decide, since I don't work today because of the wedding practice thing.
I grab my phone, and see that it's 1:10 Pm, so Alice will still be at work, and my Dad should be at home.
The practice starts at 5:00, so I should get ready first, in case it takes a while.
I stretch again, then I slowly get up and walk into the bathroom, and starting a shower.

Once I shower and shave, I blow-dry my hair, and grab my dress, I do my hair exactly like the picture-again, and slip the dress, shoes, and jewelry on.

I grab my keys and jump into my car, driving across town.

"Harry's pov"

I sigh, as I stare at the counter coated in bottles. Whisky, Rye, Rum, Beer, Vodka, and so many other liquids sit there, I pick up a bottle of Spice rum, and pour it over ice with some coke, after all the boys and I aren't in the studio until Wednesday. As I walk back to the couch, a quiet knock on the door startles me.

"Come in" I call, knowing that it must be someone I know, since they got past the security.

"Hello?" A voice calls, and I smile, then frown, thinking about our last conversation.

"Hey, Darcy." I say, as I walk toward the door.

"Hey, Dad." She replies, as I get close to her.

"How are you?" I ask, and she frowns, as I look at her outfit closely.

"Better yet, why so fancy?" I ask, motioning to her outfit as she slips off her heels.

"Brothers wedding practice thingy and dinner." She says, sighing.

"Okay quit beating around the bush." I say, and she frowns, so without asking, I walk into the kitchen and pour an exact replica of my drink, passing it over to her.
We walk into the living room, and I sit on the couch, and she sits on a chair.

"First off" I say, when she stays quiet.

"What does your mother know?" I ask, causing her to frown.

"She knows the dates, how long I was in the hospital, and the extent of injuries I had while in the hospital." She says, as I pale, and feel both sad and angry. I down my drink before I carry on.

"Second, what are the dates?" I ask, and now it's her turn to tip her drink back, I let her compose herself, and go grab two beer.

"I was kidnapped two days after my 7th birthday." She says, and I do the mental math. January 3rd 2024. I nod slightly so she continues.

"I... I was 'rescued' as they put it, on November 14, 2031." She says and again, I do the math. She was 15. I feel sick, and dizzy as I think about it. 7 years.

She stares at me, and looks haunted, but slowly she continues.

"I was in the hospital, for a month, then had 2 police officers posted at my house until December 25th, when the only thing I wanted for Christmas was them to go home, to their families." She says. 1 month.

"My right shoulder was dislocated, my left knee was out of place, I was pretty scraped and bruised, severe but correctable damage to my vocal chords, couldn't talk for two weeks, then didn't talk for one, and severe concussion." She says, and I wince.

"There, you know what my Mother, and anyone else does, oh, and I graduated the following June, I was 16, valedictorian." She says, and I smile a little.

"I'm assuming they went to jail?" I ask, ready to kill anyone that was involved.

"Yes, but actually in November, they get out for 'behaving'" She says, and I frown.