Broken

Chapter 23

Harry pov

Late Thursday evening:

"Come on you don't want me to rip it do you!?" Josh yells spitting in my dirty face.

I growl at him trying to get up to reach the Polaroid Kylie had sent me the day before. My body shakes as I try and stand up, but I fall down due to weakness. His laughs echo and I feel tears on my face.

I look up at the picture of me and Kylie cuddled on the couch together. I had never seen it before. It touched my heart deeply. I had to get it..

I go on my hands and knees, but am pushed roughly back to the ground. These days had been the hardest of my whole entire life. My mind flashes back to yesterday.

"You either drink it or we force you to." Josh says, holding out a glass of a black gooey substance.

I take it almost gagging at the smell. He smirks as I try and gulp it down. My hands shaking uncontrollably. My throat burns as it goes down. I throw the half full glass down on the floor and it shatters. Glass flies everywhere as I struggle to keep it down.

My body was in shock. My breaths are hardly recognized as I gag and throw up. My already oil soaked body and shirt just adding to the mess.

Josh yells for someone to come clean up the mess as he looks at me. His eyes filled with rage.

I flash back to the present. That's why my voice was out of commission. It hasn't come back due to that incident. And I feared that my singing would be affected by it.. Josh still holds it above my head as I try and grab it. Pain searing everywhere now. I wondered if this week was almost over.

I really hoped it was because I was hardly surviving in here. He puts the picture lower and my fingers touch it as I hold onto it. I see something evil flicker in his eyes.

"I'll let you have it this time. Next time it won't be so easy." He says, letting go of the picture as I fall lying there, looking at it. The familiar door is locked and I close my eyes, trying to get air into my lungs.

They weren't working as well today. I lie there not wanting to move back over to the wall where I usually sat. I just wanted a bed. My bed.. I wanted to sleep for an eternity.. My eyes droop as I look at the beautiful picture in my hand. I flip it over to see a message.

It's Thursday Harry! You only have 3 more days this might be lame, but you can make. I believe you can! I can't wait to see you Sunday!

All the love,

Kylie,Liam,Louis, and Niall.

I smile and close my eyes letting sleep drift over me like a bad dream...

A few hours later...

The door slams and I open my eyes slowly. My fingers still holding onto the picture. A dark figure is on the other side of the room. They were tall and bulky like they worked out everyday.

"Harry, get up mate.." Liam says, I look up to see Liam. His face is covered with a surgeons mask. How did he get in here. I sit up slowly my body shaking uncontrollably.

"Liam how did you get here?" I ask, confused. They would never let him in. Unless this was some sort of weird dream? My vision blurs and its replaced by Josh's cool horrible face.

I back away slowly not feeling up to what Josh wanted. Every Time I saw him it was for punishment and I didn't want that.. I hated that. He steps closer and I look to see a metal poll. The size of a small ruler.

He lifts it in slow motion as it comes down to meet my head. I yell in pain falling to the floor, but getting back up as fast as I can. I was taking this chance. I was getting out today. No one would stop me.

I kick him in the shin and he crumpled helplessly to the floor. I smirk and run out of the open door. No one surprisingly stops me as I make my way down the three flights of stairs. Pain popping up everywhere. I was slower than usual but I could still walk a little. I run out of the main door dividing the lobby and patient area. I look back as yells pierce my ears. Guards in black with guns raised are chasing me.

I laugh and run out into the busy street. It wasn't as bad as that house. People look at me and stare as I run briskly not stopping to look back. Some scream, but I don't care. I start thinking of somewhere I could hide. It has to somewhere no one would ever look.

My mind races with adrenaline and I smirk. I knew exactly where to go. I keep running until my feet feel like they're going to fall off. I was almost there only one more block. I run the last block and turn onto the street. It should be around here.

I see the gates walls and I walk over quickly. I put in the code and they open. The security guard waves smiling and I wave, even though my broken hand still burned with pain. The familiar click of the gates bring back memories.

I walk down the street lined with fancy houses owned by millionaires. Just like me. I smile and go to the last house on the street. By this time my breath was coming out as wheezing. I go up to the door and knock.

"Who could that be?" A familiar voice says.

  The door opens and I look up into the piercing brown eyes of Zayn then everything fades away into darkness as I fall to the ground...