Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

40. Reunited And It Feels So Good

~Liam's P.O.V

I had finally made it to Harry and Aeron's flat, pulling into the drive-way and parked.

We had been driving around Wolverhampton for hours, searching for Annabelle after Liz killed her father, but we haven't caught even a glimpse of her.

We've stopped by my mum's and she hadn't seen her. We asked several strangers, mostly women, and they had no clue. Which I guess is understandable because when a handful of famous people run up on you, unannounced, you'd be a bit thrown off. Let alone asking about a nine year old which probably would confuse you even more.

Harry and Aeron have been going nuts, showing a little bit of every emotion.

Anger because of the fact that Micheal and El did such a horrible thing by trying to kill their child and their friends. Shock because this is the longest they've ever been with not knowing if their daughter was okay. Happiness because they were at least back with each other. Fear because their only child may be dead or lost somewhere in such a large area.

An endless amount of possibilities could have taken place with Annabelle since we've been away from her. And since we had no clue what was wrong with her or where she was, we couldn't really act on our instincts because they were to protect her. The other chidren as well, but they're with us and safe from any other asshole running around this city.

I got out and opened the doors, letting the others get to the ground before closing the doors back.

"Harry, where's the key?" I ask.

He turned to the left and motioned to his pocket. He couldn't get it because he was holding Aeron in his arms.

I reached inside of it and pulled it out, going to the door. I could hardly see because it was still a bit dark, but judging by the little light that was out, the sun would rise in about an hour or so.

I jammed the key in the lock and twisted it. It clicked and I pushed the door open. Everyone hurried inside and I immediately told everyone to split up to check the entire flat. Even though her leg was of little use, Aeron insisted on walking on her own.

~Aeron's P.O.V

I told Harry to put me down.

As soon as my feet hit the floor, I went for the stairs that led to our basement and threw the door open. I peered into the darkness and put my hands on the wall, feeling for the lightswitch. I found it and flicked it on, calling Anna's name.

After she didn't answer, I stepped back and closed the door and turned heading for the garage. Anna hated it there, but she knew that if she were in some kind of trouble that that would be one of the safest places in the house to go.

Either there or her bedroom.

Right before I got to the door for the garage, I stopped and thought.

Her bedroom.

I told her that if she ever got involved in this type of situation that she should run straight for her room, lock her door, and hide under her bed until we found her or until proper help came.

I spun around on my heel and zipped passed everybody, hurrying up the sairs and down the hallway to her decorated door.

"Anna, Anna baby! Open the door!" I call, knocking on it.

I stopped for a few seconds and waited, but got nothing.

"Anna, it's mommy! Open the door!" I call again.

Nothing.

I began to panic and my heart started to race a million miles per second.

What if she wasn't in there?

Her windown had a balcony on the other side of it and when she was taken from her room a couple of years ago, the man took her from her bed and climbed down a small ladder thing that was on the side and put her in a van.

Of course, I got her back, but not before being beaten up a little. Any amount of scrapes and bruises is enough if it means I'm saving my daughter from possibly being killed or hurt any worse.

I knew that this was going to hurt my body, but I stepped back and clenched my teeth as I kicked her door. I heard it crack, but it didn't fall, so I kicked at it a couple more times before it flew open.

I ran inside and saw her bed.

It was almost half the size of mine and Harry's, but it would be hell to move.

I scrambled to get my shoes and socks off to make sure I had a good grip on the floor and went to the bottom, putting my palms on it and pushed as hard as I could. The more I pushed, the more I could see of her small body. Her long curly brown hair and soft caramel skin. It gave me the strength I needed to push it further.

As her entire body was shown, I fell to my knees and touched her shoulder. She didn't move, but I threw out the possibility of her being dead. She couldn't be dead because there were soft snores leaving her slightly parted lips.

I smiled and bit my lip as I lifted her up and into my arms, holding her bridal style. By instinct, her arms latched around my neck and I grinned as I backed up and walked through the door, going for the stairs. I made my way down the staircase slowly and went into the living room, laying her on the couch.

"Babe, did you fi-"

I looked back and held my finger to my lips, signaling to be quiet, as Harry came in from the kitchen.

He smiled and walked over, crouching beside me. I put my head on his shoulder and he stroked my hair back to kiss my temple.

Annabelle was safe. Harry and I had our family back and everyone was okay.

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