(This will be one long ass chapter. Planning for over 2k words. Also lots of skipping around in the beginning.)
Ricky's POV
Everyone is devastated by Hope disappearing. It's 2 months tomorrow. Connor has barely left his room, and we decided to leave it that way. If we tried to talk to him he could scream at us and start crying again.
We barely see or talk to anybody anymore, I have barely left the house. We need her to come back. We need to find her.
Hope's POV
Zach beat me again today. I think I have a broken nose. I've started to notice that he leaves everyday. For hours and hours. I've started to plan even more. It would be a few more months until I was able to escape.
Zach came back in. "What are you doing?" Zach yelled.
"Nothin-" he cut me off by slapping me across the face. He beat me until I passed out.
Connors POV
It's been 4 months. Hope isn't back. All of my videos are lacking, I'm not putting enough effort into things. I need Hope back. Until then, there is only one thing I can do. I have to leave o2l.
I will still live in the house and be best friends with these guys, but it's just for the best. I've been trying to make the video for hours now.
I finally finished. "I love you guys." I covered the camera and turned it off.
After editing, I uploaded it. I was greeted by much support. I had already told the guys, so I was done with it.
For the first time in a month, I walked downstairs.
"Hey! I was just about to go for a run!" Ricky said, greeting me.
"How are you so happy when Hope is gone?" I said.
"Connor, I miss her so much, we all do. Hope was like our sister. Im just trying to stay positive and hope for the best. I'll be back soon." With that he walked out the door. I grabbed an Arizona and ice cream and went back to my room.
Hope's POV
4 months I've been here. I'm in pain, covered in even more blood and bruises. It's time for me to get out of here. I had my plan. After Zach left, I would break down the door and run. When I got to the waterfall, I would grab my penny board which was hopefully still there. From there I would run back to the streets.
It would be painful, I swear I had broken bones, but I had the will.
It was time. I got up, and after 30 minutes of pounding at the door, I broke it down. I ran. And ran. And ran. I came to the waterfall, collapsing in pain. I got up again, got my penny board, and rode down to the streets.I reached a sidewalk, and collapsed yet again. My vision was blurry, and I was dizzy, and I was in unbearable pain. I heard a familiar voice. "Hope!" He yelled, and everything was black.
Ricky's POV
I was jogging around LA, and there was a girl, covered in blood and bruises collapsed on the sidewalk.
I ran up to her, and I was shocked. It was Hope. "Hope?!" I yelled. She was unconscious. I called 911, and then I called Connor. He picked up on the third ring.
"Connor? Get to the hospital now."
"Why?" He said.
"I found Hope."
Connors POV
"I found Hope." Was all Ricky needed to say. I got in the car and sped to the hospital. Ricky was at the door waiting for me.
"How is she?" I almost yelled.
"Broken ribs and a broken nose. Basically was to toe in bruises and cuts. It's not good." Ricky said. I burst into tears, and the rest of the guys got here.
About 3 hours later, we were allowed to see her.
"Hope!" I said, running into her room. I finally got to see her beautiful face again.
"Connor!" She said, her voice was raspy.
"Hey, well let you two have some time." Jc said, and the rest of o2l walked out.
"I've missed you." I said. "I missed you too. When can I go home?" Hope asked.
"The doctors said today of all goes well." I told her. We spent the rest of the day watching movies and cuddling. I missed her. Around 5:00 the boys came in.
I gave them all hugs, and we spent the next hour talking. The Ricky said something I didn't want to hear.
"Who did this to you?"
"Well, Zach. He raped, abused, and beat me." I was starting to cry.
"Hope I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. We will find this Zach bitch." Ricky said, giving me a hug. The doctor walked in.
"You can go home now if you want. And the broken ribs were a false diagnosis, they are just bruised." The doctor then walked away.
We all went home, and I went to bed even though it was 9:00 pm. I crawled into bed, and Connor laid next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I turned around and Connor leaned in to kiss me. We kissed for a few minutes, then he started to put his hand up my shirt. I pulled away immediately. Too many memories of yesterday, when I was still a hostage came flooding back.
"Babe I'm sorry." Connor said, a look of guilt washed across his face.
"It's ok, it's just. Never mind. Goodnight." I said, and Connor moved away from me, thinking he was pushing it.
I moved closer and I fell asleep in his arms.
"Good night, beautiful." I smiled and fell asleep.
Damn, I missed this. I thought.
Connors POV
I woke up and Hope wasn't next to me. Not again, I thought. I got up and walked downstairs to find Hope dead in a pool of blood on the floor. Zach walked in, and said, "You're next."
I woke up in a cold sweat. I started to cry, remembering my dream. I laid back down and held Hope close. I soon fell back to sleep.
I woke up again around 10:00. Hope was already awake on her phone.
"Morning babe." She said, putting her phone on the table. "Morning. How about we go on a date tonight?" I asked. I had a plan.
"Yeah sure." Hope said.
"Babe, you don't sound too good." I said. Her voice sounded raspy and she looked very pale. Hope ran to the bathroom, and started throwing up.
I ran to the bathroom and held her hair up for her.
Hope's POV
I woke up feeling sick, and soon enough I was puking in the toilet. Connor held my hair up for me, he is so sweet. After 3 minutes I finally finished throwing up.
"Sweetie come here." Connor said, and he wrapped me in a hug. I remembered how many times I was raped when I was a hostage, and I got scared.
That plus morning sickness. I burst into tears.
"Babe, what's wrong?" Connor said, rubbing my back.
"Wh-what if I'm pre-pregnant?"
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Have a little Hope (Connor Franta Fanfic)
FanfictionHope was broken, until she meets the wonderful Connor Franta, who turns her life around. Will it last? Or is it just another scar on her wrist? *This was my first story on WattPad, it's not very good*