My Brother's Enemy

Chapter 15

My Brother's Enemy

Chapter 15:

-Sam's POV-

There was no water left in me to cry out. What was the point, anyway? I never thought I would be in this position. Locked up in a damp little cellar. I don't even think it's a cellar. Probably just a...thing. Never take anything for granted because when you're hanging off the edge and you're about to die, you think to yourself,

'I wish I had listened.'

Listened to the warnings. Listened to the ones who loved you. Listened to the ones that cared.

In my case, I should've listened to Harry. And Ewan. And Lucy. They all told me to stay at home that night. But I didn't. I went out in the storm because I wanted to think. Think over my life. Now what? I won't have a life soon.

I've been stuck here for three weeks and I wonder if they're looking for me. If they actually care. I know they do...but...Niall? He probably doesn't give a crap about me. He probably thinks I'm a slag that he should've never even bothered with. Nothing matters anymore. I just need my friends and family. Forget the food. Forget the water. Harry, beside me is all I need. I want him to stroke my hair and let me fall asleep on his lap while he softly sings. Just like he used to do.

That one mistake ruined my life. I never thought that walking out of the house would ruin my life, but, here I am, kidnapped by God knows who. Even my phone was out of charge. I sighed and crawled into a ball on the extremely uncomfortable bed. The floor would be better than this.

In this room, there were hay stacks, holes in the bottom of the walls where mice can run in, no windows and only one door. It makes me sick, that's how disgusting this room is. My clothes were ripped but luckily not in the private places. I had bruises and scratches all over me from when those kidnappers would come and beat me. I've realised that crying would never really get you anywhere but would only make every one think you were weak.

Really and truly, I missed Liam. He supported everything I did but would warn me of the consequences. He was the only one who understood me.

I flinched as the door flew open and three masked men came in. They all wore black clothes, something that reminded me of Harry. The one in the middle, who I called Big Guy, wore a long black coat that looked like it was made of leather. I called him Big Guy because he was pretty big and intimidating. I called the one on his left, Neutral because he was equally mean and didn't really have anything unique, plus, I'm too worn out to be creative. I called the one on Big Guy's right, Nice Guy. He was the only one that was nice when he could be.

Big Guy cackled as I moved back in fear when he walked closer, his boots making a thumping noise as he slapped them against the cold flooring.

"You must be wondering why we've kidnapped you, right?" He smirked and took off his mask. Let me tell you now, that face needed a make over. I nodded, slightly.

"Well, too bad!" He yelled as I winced. "You'll never know!"

I crawled back a bit more to keep as much distance as I could. Big Guy stunk of weed. He stepped back and turned to Nice Guy.

"I want you to make her show you a good time," He smirked and looked back at me before leaving, Neutral following. Nice Guy shut the door and locked it as I shook my head.

"I don't want to be raped..." I whispered, repeatedly. I closed my eyes and sat there, helplessly. What was the point of trying to stop him? It could risk my life. He came closer and sat on the edge of my bed.

"I'm not gonna rape you," He mumbled. I sighed in relief and relaxed my tensed muscles.

"Who are you? And why're you being so nice?" I asked in a small voice.