Howl

Missing Him

Hilary Duff as Morgan Xavier

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Chapter song: Bring Me The Horizon- Can You Feel My Heart
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Chapter 33

Sweat, dirt and urine overpowered my nose. The acrid stench burned and my face screwed up as I wiggled on the hard ground, my hands bound and raw from the restraints. I swallowed thickly, the ground was damp and smelled. I shifted my face away, using my shoulders, and tried to get my hands from behind me. They stung with the lack of blood flow, and my hair was matted and tangled, obscuring most of my vision.

I shook my head, dislodging them from my view, and glanced around he dark space. My eyes adjusted somewhat, and I saw that I was in a small square cell of sorts, the ceiling went up extremely high, and a small beam of light came in from the slit high up on the wall I was pressed up against. It was cold, and the distorted murmur of voices and laughter came from behind the tall wooden door opposite me. The voices got louder and louder.

"Hey, Sprag! Get yer arse over here and unlock this door, yeah?" A guy with an irritated lilt to his voice shouted, pounding on the door at the same time. I flinched, pressing myself further into the stone wall. Where was I? How did I get here?

"Calm yourself, you prick." The man known as Sprag answered with a sneer.

All I remembered was walking through the busy streets of London with my teenage brothers. I remembered with clarity smiling up at my older brother, John, and marvelling at how big his hand was compared to mine. And then...

Nothing. My lip trembled as loud footsteps got close to the door, and keys were shoved roughly into the lock, twisting like my heart. I felt like I'd pass out, or my heart would bruise my rib cage from how hard it was pounding there. I gulped in a lungful of air as the door swung open. Two dark shadows were engulfed in a backdrop of warm yellow light. Even though they were cast in darkness, I could still see the cruel smirk on one of their faces. I felt violated as their eyes trailed over me, and my small 7 year old hands clenched.

I gasped when one of them took a step closer, a choked croak escaping my dry lips when a large, calloused hand fell on my shoulder, gripping the material of my parka and hauling me up easily. My legs shook like a baby lambs as I was yanked forward, after the tall and burly looking guy. He had a thick dark beard and curly hair, his face was stoic and his eyes beads of obsidian. Sprag watched with a smile, he was lank and skinny looking, thin red hair on his scalp and a malicious thirst in his greedy looking green eyes that appraised my tiny figure being hauled by the guy.

"She looks like she'll sell well, eh, Paulie?" He jeered proudly, "Aren't you proud of me? I fount' a pretty one at last." Paulie barely graced him with a glance, his mouth curling as he replied, "Shut yer fucking mouth, Sprag. You're pissing me off with that Paulie bullshit. Next time you say it I'll rip yer fucking tongue out." His eyes narrowed as he stopped, allowing me to gain my footing. I swallowed and forced out words at last, "Where am I? Who are you?" My confused eyes swivelled about.