Liam Payne's Step Sister

65: Father!?

Btw: I had to google these pictures so I hope nobody checks my search history and finds condoms... I also had too much fun while looking that up and found some used condoms... I guess if you're into that kinda thing...

Comment or I'll kill your family... Love you!

Ellie's pov

"Miss me, sweetheart?"

My eyes widen and I try to scream out for help but I realize there's a gag in my mouth. I then try to get up and fist fight him but the chair is bolted to the floor and I'm in ropes.

"I hope you don't mind. I just wanted to be sure you didn't get away. Again." Father growls.

"And now that I've got you here. Not even your little boyfriend can save you now." He smirks.

I wiggle my neck and head around to get the cloth gag off my mouth and succeed.

"Maybe not. But I'd rather die than have him get hurt." I snap.

"You know, some day that big mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble. Maybe I just ought to kill him and make you watch." He smugly says.

"No!" I shout.

"Then I'll just slowly kill you instead."

"Do it then." I challenge.

*3 months later*

Niall's pov

"Liam! I'm going out to look again!" I shout.

"No you're not. Niall... It's been months. She's probably..." He stops.

"Dead? Right. Because after all she's been through. She probably died that first day. Look Liam, believe what you want. But I'm choosing to believe she's still out there and she fucking needs us to save her." I say before slamming the door shut.

~*~

Liam• Come home. It's been hours.

Ignore

I push the brakes as I hear a familiar scream come from a worn down tool shed.

I found her

I send a quick text to the boys.

As I open it, the door creaks open and I peek inside.

And then I see her.

She was breathing but she may as well have been dead. Her hair was a matted and her clothes were torn along with her bruised face and body. And she was more beautiful then ever.

"Ellie..." I sigh.

Her head snaps up and she looks at me in horror. Her eyes were emotionless and empty.

"Get out of here!" She warns.

"No. I'm not letting you go." I whisper.

"Princess... I promise I'll take care of you. I'm so sorry this happened..." I whisper, kissing her head.

She cautiously looks around before looking back up at me.

I take out my pocket knife and saw the ropes around her wrists off and repeat the action on her ankles.

"We need to get out of here." I whisper as I tug on her arm.

She obediently follows me to the car and I rush to get the two of us situated before speeding down the road to get home.

~*~

"Mom?" I ask, surprised at her car and plenty more sitting in our driveway.