Denial

ch. 51

'You remind me of my father, a magician, able to exist in two places at once. In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3 a.m. and lie to me.
What are you hiding?
The past and the future merge to meet us here
What luck, what a f*cking curse'

I was unaware of the extremity that I had gotten not only myself, but the people around me in. As I'm stuck tied in a chamber that seems to be underground, I reminisce the time I had spent without worry for the protection of my loved ones.

How long would it be until my mother would care enough to take notice that I hadn't returned? This was the one time I wish I would've talked to my mother about my whereabouts. And Liam, Emily! I had no idea as to if Em were okay or not, but it gives me a sense of relief knowing that at least she weren't involved with these people.

Harry, oh how much I wanted to hear his taunting voice calling me out. After my much dreaded night stay here last night after Greyson had shoved me into this cell with much anger, (for a reason totally unknown to me), I was left alone with no food, water, or aspirin to calm my throbbing head.

I was quite persistent with the thought of seeing Harry last night, I was expecting to reunite with him or even see him from afar but my expectations were shot down as soon as Greyson's mood changed as we walked through the door.

Brushing my hair up with the hair tie I had held around my wrists, I ignore the fly aways' and the curly hair sticking out of the bottom part of my hairline. I regrettably thank Em for handing me her black cardigan only a couple minutes after entering the pub last night, the temperature down here seemed to incompare to the temperature withheld on a regular day here in England.

"Princess?" A small voice echoes throughout the right hallways. I'm startled at the feminine voice, but I look around to see that my cell is completely empty other than myself.

"Who's there?" I ask slowly sliding my bottom closer towards the cell bars, my legs seem to be of no use to me at the moment.

"Oh god, I knew he'd accomplish what he had vowed" The voice lowly whispers, I frown at her inaudible comment.

"What he had vowed-? What, what are speaking of exactly?" I further question, taking small scoots closer as I speak.

"I understood why he took us in, but why you?" The soothing voice speaks again, her accent quite thick but the melody that echoes laced with her voice is quite relaxing.

Us. There's more? Is this what he does for a living? Kidnapping young girls for the hell of it?

"Care to explain?" I kindly ask, yet I hear the persistent tone in my voice.

"Harry doesn't know we're in here yet, but your here, so it won't take long" The more she speaks, the more I'm left deafly confused. I find myself mute for a couple seconds after she has spoken, as her words seem broken up and untouched with useful information.

"What's your name? How do you know Harry?" Maybe then she'd converse with words I'll understand.

"I'm Perrie Edwards miss, and I have a friendly relationship with Harry ever since we were small children" Her words leave a slight chill to run down my spine, 'friendly relationship', as in close friends? With no benefits I'm hoping.