Dark secrets

Leads

Gemma's POV

My little brother is gone. I knew exactly who took him. Ronnie. The man didn't get enough of him in 14 years. Louis showed us a note that he found on the couch where Harry was. It was almost an invitation to come find him.

Then I remembered something.

"Mum! Harry had his phone!" I said, pulling out my own. "We can call him then take it to the police and have them track it down." I said, dialing his number.

"Gemma, that's genius!" Niall said. I put the phone on speaker. We all sat in a circle, waiting for someone to answer.

"Hellooo?" A husky male voice that definetly wasn't Harry's sung into the phone.

I looked at mum. She was shocked and confused. 'Did you dial the right number?' She mouthed to me. I nodded signaling 'yes'.

"Oh I know who this is." he said again through the phone. "This is Gemma Styles. The fag's older sister."

Louis' POV

Why was he talking about Harry like that? Whats wrong with him? Oh right, he's a freak, creep kidnapper.

"Gemma, sweetheart, I did you a favor. Trust me, I've lived with this kid for 14 years, you don't want to live with him." The man said.

"He will bring you down into a pool of misery. You don't want this kid. No one does. I took him to teach him that. I hope he hasn't told you anything that I've done to him or it will make it worse for you and him."

Everyone's eyes widened. "So tell me, did he tell you anything? And don't lie to me. that's not a good idea. Just ask Harry." He said.

"N-no. He never told me anything." She said.

"Why'd you stutter?"

Gemma closed her eyes, knowing she's been caught. This man scares me. It's like he's watching us.

"Gemma. You're lying to me." he said, obviously aggrivated.

"Why are you watching me?" Gemma said, looking out the window. I don't know how the hell she knew he was there but it scared me to know that.

There was a short silence.

"Goodbye Gemma." he said before the line went dead. "Mum he's going to hurt Harry! We have to follow him!" Gemma said.

"Gemma no!" Anne said. We all chased her to the door as she opened it. She stopped in her tracks.

"Harry."

Yes there was Harry, stepping onto the porch. What scared me the most was his face.

The devilish smile, the dark eyes, the slow way he walked. He walked into the house and up the stairs, smile now gone.

"He's got an idea." Gemma said, following him. We followed behind them and into Gemma's closet. harry got on his knees in the closet and what he did next confused and surprised me.

He ripped the floorboard out.

And what he pulled out scared me.

A gun.

He stood up, examining the gun. It was a black pistol.

"How did you know that was there?" Anne asked him.

"It was obvious. This floorboard doesn't make a sound if you step on it." He said. " When I first got here, I saw Gemma step on it. There was something under there."

He walked downstairs and we followed. He was about to walk out of the door. "Where are you going?" Gemma asked.

"Wha-" He stopped in the middle of his sentence. He slowly turned around and lifted the gun.

The gun was pointed at Niall. "Harry what the hell are you doing?!" I yelled.

"Ending it." He said.

Then he shot.