Denial

ch. 54

Song for this chapter:

Nobody- Selena Gomez

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The weight on my chest is vulgar as my mind as well as my feet race to find Harry. Flying objects seem to slow my path and the anger boils, retrieving the suitcase was all that mattered other than moving towards Harry.

That suitcase, it obtained information about my dad. My father was in contact with Alexander before his death, and I don't doubt that he killed him. Just like he did with Dan, Harry's dad.

My fathers image was tainted, the man I admired, the one man I truly loved since the beginning was now a blurry picture in the back of my mind. I felt as if I hadn't know him, now I know for certain that I hadn't. I don't blame him that is, I was young and I had no conception towards any of this.

Flashback

"Ahhh! Please, please. It hurts, help!" I scream, slowly and tentatively sly looking around for any sign of Greyson.

"Keep it up Scar, I think I hear footsteps coming down the corridor" Perrie whispers, her hand waving into my cell signaling that I might've caught Greyson's attention.

My throat burning from my screams, my fake yet still relevant screams towards pain. I needed to get out of here and where the boys could see me, I need to see Harry. This was it, my chance and I was going to take it no matter the consequences threatening my life.

"Bloody hell! What's with all the rubbish noise you blokes!" Greyson groans, covering his ears whilst I'm still screaming my head off.

"Her wounds are infected, she needs some sort of pain medication Greyson, she could die from a disease in this disgusting place" Perrie pleaded, my screams now soothing down to minor groans.

"Gods sake" He mumbles, approaching with his hands fumbling with a small rack full of keys. Now, to memorize the cell key.

"I- I'm fine" I say, slowly scooting away from his towering figure.

Not to pat myself on the back or anything but drama was my best subject in school, and it seems to be paying off quite well. Reverse phycology seemed to work on this airhead, so maybe it would make my show a bit more realistic.

"Nonsense, if you'll be dying, it'd be when Alexander demands it done. For some odd reason, he wants you to stick around Princess" He says, jolting me from the ground. I hiss at the pain the ropes cause towards my wrists, I was sure to have bruises of some sort.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, a bit worried that I might not know my way around this one if he takes me elsewhere that isn't here.

"To Eleanor ,one of Harry's kind friends. We'll have her clean you up, and maybe get you showered. You smell a bit, odd" He says, laced with disgust as he looks down at my 5 day old clothes.

"How kind, I love showers" I sarcastically remark, rolling my eyes as he's still dragging me along.

I had Perrie left behind, and the sorrow in the pit of my stomach only increased. I was set on getting them out, as well as helping Harry. I knew he had something planned out, he wouldn't let something like this just happen to the people he loves, his friends. I was just trying to get him back to Kendall, her pregnancy creeping into my mind once more. But I was also doing it for the fucking love I have for that prick, for the selfishness of him being only for me.

"Eleanor, get her cuts cleaned up. And maybe help her into the shower, she's a bit slow" He remarks harshly, making the petite brunette jump. He shoves me into the room, full of kits, bandages, and tools.

The young girl stood in from of me just looks me over, as if to try and remember me. I knew she'd figure out who I was in due time, I wouldn't help her she seems like a bright girl.

"I, I need pain medications. Would there be any by any chance?" I ask, slowly sitting into a wooden chair. I didn't know how to start a conversation, especially one involving our escape. I wasn't even too sure she wanted too, she seemed too livid and hopeless.

She only nods, walking off into a different part of the room. How can I make conversation with an apparent mute? She seems to have figured that I was a princess, but no reaction seemed to be enough.

"Eleanor, is it?" I finally ask, I notice her tense as she slowly walks over with two red pills. She reaches over to untie the ropes holding my wrists together, I try to impose but she seems set on getting them undone. I hadn't wanted her to get into any sort of trouble, I couldn't I was just here to try and get her out of here.

"Why are you doing this? You could get into trouble" I say, slightly frowning at her. Her figure not moving as she watches me intake the pills with no water. "But I'm here for a different reason, I need to know how Romeo got caught up into all of this"

At the mention of my fathers name, my heart seems to stop for a mid second. I didn't like the sound of my dad being intervened with any dirty doings that involved Alexander, but after Perrie had mentioned it to me earlier while I was a bit, out of it. I was set on finding out, especially before I got a chance to leave this place. Perrie hadn't told me much, just that it wasn't her story to tell, I was a bit confused because my father wasn't here. He couldn't tell me anything.

"Money, it was for the money" She says, slightly rubbing at her sides looking around for any sign of Greyson.

"What-What money? He was a king. He had all of the money in the world, why would he get into such a thing?" I ask, this time my mind racing with questions.

"The money that Alexander had thought was stolen from Dan, was stolen from your father. Dan covered for Romeo, But Alexander knew better. Romeo had helped rise the empire of Styles Inc" She informs, my face sure blank because of the paleness I felt. "Romeo had demanded for Dan to take back the money Alexander invested into the incorporation. Claiming that Alexander was only a fraud. He was right though, Alexander had been skewing money from the incorporation, but only because he felt the money was deserving to only himself"

It all clicked, it all made sense but that didn't answer my original thought, my assumption.

"Did Alexander, kill my father?" I asked, my voice clear with anguish. I didn't want to know at this point, I was sure to kill Alexander if that was true.

"The answers you want, are in the copper suitcase" Is the last thing she says before I have a chance to react. Five clear gunshots echo throughout the bottom chambers and we both cover our ears.

It's started, and I was completely ready. I had to be. Harry needs me, I need him.

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No Harry this chapter 😭 BUT, I do promise for his appearance in the next.

P.s , I apologize for the best couple of chapters in advance 😥

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