Taken

Chapter 5

In the past week my “room” had transformed into a horrid type of nursery with everything enlarged for my size. I was now sat in my very own rocking chair holding my hand trying to make the pain go away. On the back of my hands the letters B A B Y were etched into my skin. It hurt all the time and I know it will leave a scar, thats why she’s doing it, I think. So even if I get out of here I will always remember her.

I see Bratty every day all the time she comes in every morning to wake me up. She comes in to put me to bed. She comes in to feed me. She comes in to dress me. and she comes in to punish me. She wakes me up every day by carving a little deeper into my hand, and every morning it hurts even more. 

She lets me have one jar of baby food a day, and she lets me pick the kind. The worst part, besides the fact that that is not nearly enough food for a teenaged boy like me, is the fact that it is all of the food is just sitting in a corner of my room waiting to be eaten. Im not allowed to eat it though and if I try to I get punished. 

Bratty’s punishment were really strange not all of them hurt really badly but they didn’t seen like the kind of punishment you would use if you had kidnapped someone. Here are the punishments so far (She doesn’t tell me what the rules are she just lets me find out on my own)

If I talk she washes my mouth out with soap. 

If I try to steal food I get spanked.

If I fall asleep before bedtime or 15 minutes after, I get my onesie and blanket taken. away, and the window gets opened.

If I go to the bathroom without letting her know, I’m given laxatives.

And these are only the ones I’ve found out about so far. 

I’ve started to get really skinny, my throat really hurts, and im pretty sure I have a fever. I haven’t tried to sing yet because I was afraid I would get in trouble, but Bratty’s  not here right now. and I think I’ll give it a go.

“I know you’ve never loved the sound of your voice,

On tape you nev-”

CRASH!

The door slammed open. I shrunk back into my chair as she came striding over.

“RULE NUMBER FIVE”  she screamed in my face “IF YOU SING YOU GET YOUR MOUTH WASHED AND A SPECIAL TREAT!”

 She hauled me into the the bathroom and lifted me onto the countertop. I have become very light and skinny, and probably really easy to lift. She got out her pump soap, timer and scrubber. And set the timer for one minute.

“This is the first time you have sung, but if you do it again it will go to two minutes, got it?” I nodded quickly.

She pumped the soap onto her scrubber, started the timer and got to work. She scrubbed avery part of my mouth, every time I would gag or choke she would sharply  slap me on the cheek. 

When she was done she gave me one cup of water to rinse out my mouth with, And then bent down to put the items back when she came back up she had something else with her. 

“Ok so since singing is much worse than talking especially since you sound like a dying cow” That felt like a stab to the gut, I only sounded bad because I hadn’t sung in a while. “You have to wear this until bedtime” She pulled out a pacifier with a strap on it. “Open up” She said with a cooing voice, I obediently opened my mouth not wanting to get punished again. She slid the pacifier into my mouth, and it was huge! It filled my entire mouth and I could barely move my tongue or swallow. She then stood me up and turned me around and strapped it to my head over my buzz cutish hair. She pulled the strap really tight lodging it even deeper into my mouth. 

“Ok wait here Ill be back with my polaroid.” She does this thing where she takes a picture ever time I get punished for the first time. So far I have one of me with the scrubber in my mouth, one me bent over her bed with a bright red bum, one with me only in tightie-whities laying in my crib, yes I sleep in a crib with bars on top. One of me sitting on the toilet with a terrible expression on my face and now I have one with me wearing a pacifier all of these are taped to the outside of my crib, so I have to see everything I went through.

Zayn’s

P.O.V.

Were in America right now, when we showed the police the video of Harry. They were able to determine that he was in Southern U.S.A. their not quite sure where but judging by the whether, the street and the plants they were able to narrow it down to that. 

We are in New York right now while the search is continuing. We are doing some interviews and fundraising to keep the search going on all down South.

We were really excited when we figured out that they had rough idea of where he was. We wanted to go down there immediately and help look, but management said it was to risky that we might get taken too.

Were all a lot more quiet now with Harry not here.Its been almost three weeks now. Louis is in his room all day watching the video over and over again trying to find some extra hint to where Harry is. Niall hasn’t stopped eating at all, I know he eats a lot in the first place, but he’s getting a little ridiculous. He’s getting a little rounder everywhere, when I asked him about it he said he was eating for Harry too, incase he didn’t have access to food. Liam is becoming a big big big worrier whenever he hasn’t seen one of us in about three minutes he yells throughout the entire hotel until he finds us. If were going out he makes sure Paul gets double security and that we stay on the phone with him the entire time. I’ve turned to smoking, It relaxes me and calms me down from everything that is going on. 

I was sitting on the couch watching our Today show interview on the TV when I hear a yell from Louis room. I hear Liam running to his room shouting “Louis! Louis! Are you Ok?! What happened?!” I followed Liam.

“Nothing bad don’t worry, I just got another text from the girl again.”

“What! Really what’s it say!” Exclaimed Niall coming over to the bed.

“It says ‘Look what baby Harry’s been up to, he’s been having a lot of fun!’ There’s a picture too” Louis said nervously tapping on the photo.

A polaroid picture popped up of Harry with a pacifier in his mouth, it  was strapped to his head. He was lying down in a large crib and was holding onto the bars looking scared. He was dressed in a baby blue onsie and his head now looked like he had a buzz cut, like Liam a while ago. He was scary thin and looked like he was barely given any food. His left cheek had a hand print on it that looked like it belonged to the hand of a ten year old girl. 

I heard Louis start to cry and watched Liam go over to comfort him.

“We better get this to Paul maybe they can figure out where Harry is with it.” I said to Niall

Hi so I know its been a long time since I updated, but I saw how many reads there were and I had some really good Ideas so I decided to upade for you!!!! Hope you liked it!!!! 

Love, Wylieeeeeeeeeeeeeee