The Horror Of Love (AU)

Chapter 17

It was the start of a long night, that I could already tell. The pub was already filled and more people were coming in. Me and Perrie were scrambling to get the drinks to everyone without spilling on someone.

"Per, you might wanna call El, we're gonna need help!" I called from the other side of the bar.

"She already did." El bounced up behind me. "Hello there sweat-heart, havenn't seen you lately." El said as she pecked my cheek before getting to work.

"Sorry!" I called but wasn't sure if she could hear me. It was way to damn loud in here to even really hear what the costumers were ordering, I was mostly reading lips and banking on them being to drunk to notice.

It continued to be a race for us to get the alcohol to the right people before they got mad, because angry drunks were never good. Even with all four of us rushing together, we still got a few curses and glares, but it was nothing we couldn't handle.

At about three-thirty am I finally got a break and went out back to get some fresh air. It was nice to just have a couple moments to collect my thoughts.Leaning against the wall I slowly closed my eyes. I heard someone walk up, I knew it wasn't Liam because I wouldn't have heard him so I opened my eyes and stepped away from the wall a bit..

"What the fuc-" Something hit the back of my head and I blacked out. But I knew who hit me. The only person who'd ever really hit me

Darren.

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When I came to I was in a cement room with no windows. There was a iron door with no handle on it. The room was brick and the floor concrete.

And I knew exactly where I was. I was at Darren's huge ass house in his basement. He'd 'shown' it to me once as a 'punishment' because I told him I had a crush on a boy in my class. I laughed a humorless laugh and the door began to open. I was going to stand up but then I realized I was chained, a new addition to the room since the last time I'd bee here. There was a thin but certainly sturdy chain running from my right ankle to the wall were it was bolted in. I tugged on it just purely because I could, I already knew it wasn't budging. Darren did nothing half-assed. Well no such luck with getting out anytime soon.

"Why hello there lovely." This was almost exactly like when I'd been in the sixth grade and came home ecstatic because Ethan Grove had kissed my cheek.

"Darren." I tried to hold my ground for once. He raised an eyebrow but seemed to be following the script of the first time I was down here. I was tempted to play along, it'd always end worse if I didn't, but I didn't want to be pushed around anymore. Yeah great time to decide that, stuck in the house with your raper and you decide now is the perfect time to stand up for yourself.

"Are you tired of being down here sweetheart?" And suddenly he wasn't the man who'd rapped me repeatedly, he was the one person who payed attention to me, the one person to remember to throw me a birthday party, the one person to cheer me up when I was down, my best friend, the big brother I'd never had, hell all the family I'd never had. My resolve crumbled just like it always had before, but this time was different. This time it felt more like giving up than giving in.

"Yeah," I nodded and tears began to prick in my eyes. "I'm tired of fighting this." I whispered so softly, I'm not even sure he heard.

"That's right darling." He cooed, and it didn't sound menacing. No it sounded like it used to before everything turned to shit. It sounded like he cared. And that's all I've ever wanted, someone to care. So why was I trying to fight this?

He took off the chains and helped me up. I leaned on to him heavily.

"That's right sweetie, let me take care of you." He whispered in my ear. I should be scared. There was a part of me that still screamed that but I was to far gone to care. I let him lead me up the stairs and to the bathroom. I let him bathe me -he didn't even try any funny business. And then I let him take me to the cream double doors. "Come on darling." He hummed, and I knew that tone. That was the shut-the-fuck-up-and-let me-do-what-I-want-to tone.

"Okay." I croaked. Why am I trying to fight this? I'm not.

*A/N: Hey look at that, an update! Sorry for the wait guys, I hope this makes up for it. I'll try to update some time next week. Love you!!!!*