Tortured (complete)

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Harry's pov

Des stands in front of me with his fist clenched. His jaw is tense and his eyes burn into mine.

"I just have one question," he says clearly trying to keep calm,"what made you think you could just leave like that?"

I stay silent and just look at him.

"I had to get Jaycie out," I say honestly,"I know you were going to kill her. I heard you."

"And," he says like its not big deal.

"And she didn't deserve this!" I shout.

"I told you she couldn't leave!" He shouts.

"What do you care! You wanted me and now here I am!"

"She could contact the police!"

"Maybe that's what's best! Scum like you shouldn't be out here!"

He kicks me and I fall back onto the wall. He pulls me up by my hair and grabs my arms then holds them behind my back. I try and struggle out of his grip but he's too strong.

"Let me go!" I shout angrily.

He ignores me and pushes me outside the door. He stands behind me and shoves me in all different directions. My feet repeatedly trip on the floor and I almost fall on my face when he abruptly stops walking. He kicks the back of my knees and I fall down. He grabs my shoulders so I'm leaning upward on my knees. He grabs one of my hands and steps on it so I don't move and ties the other onto a pole. He does the same with the other. It keeps my arms in the air and I can't move. My shirt is ripped off my body.

A sharp pain courses through my entire body as if someone were hitting me on the back with a whip. He hits my again and my back arches forward as I scream out in pain. I can feel the blood rolling down my skin on the already bruised skin. He hits me again. I bite my lip as hard as I can to suppress the scream until I taste blood. My eyesight is blurring and I'm starting to see black dots. I lose all balance in my body when he hits me again and my arms slump down. The only thing that's keeping me up are the ropes. My eyes are almost falling closed when I hear the door open.

"Don't do this," a man says.

"You can't tell me what to do! He's my son and I can do what I please!"

"He's had enough! Stop this right now!" The voice sounds familiar.

"Get out!" Des screams.

"No," he says. It's my uncle. Or fake uncle I should say.

"Here!" Des screams,"you hit him."

"No."

"Fine. If you want to be in his position then don't."

I feel the ropes being untied from my wrist and I fall to the ground. He picks me up and places my arm around his shoulder. He helps me walk until we reach the door.

We keep walking until I smell the familiar scent of dust and smoke from the cells. I groan in pain.

"Calm down," my uncle says.

We walk until we reach stairs and he picks me up at my side to help me up. His grip on my side makes me have to bite the inside of my cheek to try and forget the pain. He leads me into a room and turns on a bright light. I immediately have to shut my eyes closed at the sudden brightness. He sits me down on something soft.

"I'll be right back," he says.

He walk into the bathroom and comes back out with a wet towel and a first aid kit.

An image of Jaycie comes into my mind of when she helped me after my uncle had hit me. The pain in my chest grows and I get a lump in my throat that I have to swallow.

He sits down next to me.

"Turn around," he orders.

"Why are *you* helping me?" I spit.

He sighs and runs a hand over his face.

"Harry," he starts,"I know I wasn't the best uncle. Hell I was the worst. It's just that after what happened I felt like I completely failed. I didn't want you to fall into all of this. I was trying to protect you for so long. Des didn't even know where we were and then he found us. I wasn't disappointed in you, I know he threatened you, I was disappointed in myself. I know that wasn't the way and the way I was only made it worse for you and I'm truly sorry. I'm trying to help you now. I've always been trying to help you."

He has so much pain in his eyes that I almost forgive him. Almost.

"And why do you care about me so much," I say.

"I don't know what Des told you, but I *am* your uncle, on your mothers side," he says.

"M..my mother?" I ask."where is she? Is she okay?"

"I know as much as you about where she is. When she left she didn't even tell me. Which I completely understand. There was no time. She had to run. My sister and I were so close. We knew everything there was to know about each other. So when she left I knew exactly what she needed me to do. I took you away form there and we both just ran."

"Why did she leave me?" I sound like a five year old crying but I have to know.

"She didn't have a choice. It wasn't safe for you there and it wasn't safe for you with her. You were only 18 months. Des went looking for her and she has no idea where she would end up. She loved you too much. And if I know my sister, it killed her to leave you."

I'm left completely speechless. What can I say to all of this.

"Umm. I..I'm sorry. It's just... A lot to take in," I say.

"You don't have to say anything. Just let me help you."

I turn around and I feel him wiping off the blood gently with a towel. An image of Jaycie shows up again. The way she looked so focused and intent on not to hurt me. The way her small fingers slid across my back. The lump in my throat grows and I have to bite down on my lip. He sprays my back and its stings so I groan in pain. He turns me back around and wipes off my face. 'Jaycie' I think.

"You should take a shower," he says.

I nod and walk towards it.

"There are towels and I'll bring you clothes."

I remember when this was like when I took Jaycie out of that cell. I took care of her. I grab onto the wall in pain.

"You okay," he asks.

"Yeah," I say.

He nods and walks to the door. Right before he grabs the door know I stop him.

"Thank you," I say,"for everything."

I hurry into the bathroom and let the hot water engulf my entire body and I feel some of the pain lifted.

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