Trapped 6: Going The Distance (Sequel To Trapped 5: Happily Ever After)

Chapter 22-The Ultimate Sacrifice

*Harry's POV*

I had to fake my death, for Perrie at least, to get her off my back. If I don't, she's gonna continue trying to get me to be with her. No, I don't want her. I want Liz. It's the ultimate sacrifice, but I'm willing to take it. Unfortunately, now Liz thinks I'm dead, which I am most certainly not dead. Not yet anyways. But I can tell that my "death" is taking its toll on Perrie because she can't live without her lover. 

I walk into the back room, following the man from earlier. He opens up a back door, revealing a padded white cell. I walk in with no problem and simply sit down. This is best for everyone. I just admitted myself into the nuthouse.........and I'm perfectly OK with that.

*Megan's POV*

I'm so lost without Harry. He knows my secret. At least now I know he can keep it. But still, I don't feel safe around here without Harry. He'd jump to anyone's defence, whether he was dating them or not. It just kills me knowing he's missing and I'm alone with Niall. He's gonna kill me when he finds out I'm pregnant........

I sit down on the couch, but wince in pain from the bruises Niall gave me. He gets himself drunk and hits me. That's how every night's pretty much worked for the two of us since we started going out. At first it was fine, but then the drinking got worst and he'd wake up with a hangover, not remembering what happened and what he did last night. I'm afraid to speak up about my abuse because I don't want him to get angry with me, and I don't want to be hit anymore. I need to learn to stand up for myself, but, in all honesty, I can't, because I don't have enough courage to do so. I guess he abuses me because I can't be as perfect as Liz. I have flaws and Niall just can't accept that. I'm the one girl who's actually loved him and he's not thankful for that.

*Liz's POV*

"You alright?" Nathan asks me as he takes a seat next to me on the couch.

"Should I be worried about Harry?" 

"He's probably out at a bar or someplace. I'm sure he's fine," he reassures me.

"That's exactly what worries me," I sigh, "he's rough when he's drunk. I just don't want to see him stumble in through the front door and try to fuck me. Believe me, he's done it before."

"Why do you want to be with a piece of work like him?" 

"I do, but I don't. He has flaws, everyone does, and I'm willing to accept that. But......" I trail off when the horrible memory crosses my mind once more.

"But what?" He asks as he waits for me to continue.

"I-I'm afraid he'll hit me again....." I whimper, "it only happened once-and he said he was sorry but-"

"When I get my hands on him-" Nathan growls.

"No! Please don't. He did nothing wrong-"

"He fucking hit you. Don't you get that?!? His ass needs to be put in jail."

"I don't care!" I scream, "I still love him!"

For a second, Nathan looks dead. And then his face turns into fury.

"You're an idiot......." He mutters before walking out.

"No Nathan don't go!!!" I yell as the door slams shut behind him.

I've had enough people walk out in my life already. I don't need Nathan leaving me to. I just want some compassion in my life so that I know my life isn't just a black hole with no affection of any sort. 

*Zayn's POV*

A sudden spark of thunder cracks in the sky as a torrential downpour hits our roof. I look around as all the couples snuggle up on each couch. It's sickening, making my stomach twist in knots just at the sight of them. PDA should be outlawed because it's making loner's like me only feel worse about myself. I can't keep a girl because I have control issues. Making me seem like a crazed stalker. I love Liz, but I know I'm going to land in prison if I stalk her. No, I love Perrie. I must find Perrie. 

*Niall's POV*

I drown my sixth beer as my world continues spinning, getting blurrier by the minute. I look around at my surroundings when I realize that I've become a complete wreck. What the hell have I done to myself?!? I can't stop drinking. I remember hitting Megan-god she's never going to forgive me. But there's nothing I can do to fix myself. I've practically ruined my life. But then again.........

Without hesitation, I get up off the couch, stumbling, and slowly walk over to the couch that Liz is sitting on. I stand in front of her and wait a few moments for her to notice me.

"Can I help you?" She asks, rather rudely in my opinion.

I kneel down and get real close to her face so that our noses are touching.

"I want you," I whisper just loud enough that she can hear.

I retreat and she immediately begins gagging at how strong the alcohol is in my breath. Oh come on, it can't be that bad.

"N-Niall," she manages to say in-between coughs, "you have Megan-"

"I don't care about her. I want you," I state, "and I know you want some of this," I mumble as I make a thrusting motion towards her.

"You're disgusting," she mutters.

"I will get what I want.........even if I have to use force," I growl.

"What kind of force?" She asks as she cocks in eyebrow.

Without hesitation, I allow the drunk me to take over. However, within an instant, I unbuckle my pants and let them drop, revealing my Calvin Klein boxers. If I was sober I would know better than to not do this but I'm drunk and really have no control over my actions.

"Niall stop," she warns, but I can tell that I'm turning her on, "you're drunk."

"I am not!" I yell before sliding my boxers down, flashing myself off to Liz.

"You sick pervert!!!!!" She screams before grabbing a pillow to shield her eyes.

I immediately lunge at her, pushing her down on the sofa. She begins screaming random people's names but I don't care. I want her.........

"GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!!!"

"Niall!!!!" I hear voices yell before their arms are immediately wrapped around me, pulling me away.

"You're a fucking asshole!" Liz snaps.

"And you're a slut!" I holler back at her.

"Niall what the hell has gotten into you?!?!" Liam scolds.

"I don't need your lectures," I grumble before stumbling out of their grasp.

"I think I've just gone blind........" Liz mutters before Louis helps escort her out of the room.

"I'd say keep it in your pants but obviously that's not possible for you," Zayn adds.

"Give me a b-beer," I stutter.

"No. You're going sober now. That was totally uncalled for," Liam rejects.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I scream as Zayn begins handing me my clothes.

*Liam's POV*

That was so not called for......Niall knows better then to go off flashing himself to girls. He's desperate, I get it, because I'm getting the same way. But Liz is in a tough situation right now. She needs space. She's worried about Harry.....

We all are........