Too Late

In the End

Alex's POV

Oh my god. I'm pregnant. I couldn't believe it. The whole airport was crumbling around me. The much-needed attention felt amazing, but everyone was so positive. And they were acting like I was going to keep it.

Am I... going to keep it? Everybody wanted me to, that much was obvious. Except maybe Peyt... oh my god. Peyton. I had to tell him, but.. how? How could I tell him something like that without getting hurt? Ash kissed me on the cheek as Harry held me tight and swung me around in his arms, but I couldn't think about any of that. I remembered the time Harry raped May. Peyton told me that story, and he told me about how to this day, they never knew if the baby she aborted was from Harry or a boy she had sex with at what was basically a smaller houseparty. And they never would know.

Harry was a great boyfriend, and I'd forgiven him, but what he'd done wasn't something I could just get over. Was this the kind of father I wanted my baby to have? What if he sexually abused them? A poor child getting molested and raped every night just because I chose to give them that life I knew they had a chance of having. Was this the kind of life I wanted to have? I remembered the last time I went on tour. Nothing ever goes good for me. 

And I was thinking all of this as Harry was swaddling and swooning over me. Tours and music almost ruined my life multiple times. This is what Peyton warned me about. Shit. Peyton. I keep getting sidetracked, and I can't remember to call him. But even so, do I want to call him? I have to call him, right? There's nothing else I can do. But how would I even call him with 5sos and One Direction here? Not to mention the fact that all of them are swooning over my baby I felt like I should abort. I couldn't let this life happen to another child. I wouldn't have to, either. Bullets rang out. The gunshots sounded in my ears, ringing with emergency bells. I felt a hand on my mouth, and my vision went hazy. I saw them fighting for their life. 

I saw him die. 

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The next morning...

I woke up. The room was cold, and dark. It felt like a cellar, and I'd been here before. There was no denying  this. I recognized that mold spot creeping into the crack on the 3rd wall, the mousehole that was buried underneath rubble. The floor was stained with blood. My blood. Luke's blood. 

I knew where I was. I tried to scream, but there was ducktape over my mouth. My hands and feet were tied to the back of a chair - I felt it. Restrained, bound, restricted from moving or calling out. I looked at my body for the first time, and noticed that I was naked. My boobs hung out freely, and I didn't have any clothes on, not even panties. Plus, my legs were spread out from being tied to the chair. No, I thought. They didn't do this to me last time...

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and struggled as much as I could but it was no use. I was stuck in the chair, vulnerable to everything and everyone. The door creaked open and I closed my eyes. I couldn't look at him. His voice boomed, snarky, cynical, conniving and evil. I'd recognize it anywhere.

Casey. Not that that was much of a surprise anyway, considering I already knew where I was. This was the same bunker I was in last time. He reached his hand into his pants. Given the state I was in, I expected rape. At least the experience wouldn't be new. But Casey didn't pull out his dick. He pulled out a coat hanger. No. I was in denial. Casey wouldn't do this... As fucked up and twisted as he was, he still loved me... right? 

"Ha..." he smirked. "Oh, Alex. You put me away for a long time. But Biggie Bro over here got out... I realized you didn't love me. I don't love you either. I don't love my nephews... or my nieces..." he smiled as he flicked the coat hanger upwards towards my legs. I tried so hard to shut them, but I was bound. Completely bound, I couldn't move or scream or say anything. I just looked at his eyes with tears and pain in my own, his eyes passionate and full of hate as he dug the coat hanger further into me. Blood spattered on his face every time. He didn't stop. My tears got mixed in with all the blood. I wanted an abortion, but... not this way. 

It was finally over. There were new bloodstains on the floor. But the kidnapping was long from over. I was being fed, and it was a good life, for at least a little more than a week. I couldn't keep track of the days. Then, one of Casey's friends, Brian, walked in. 

"Oh, Alex. I always thought you were the prettiest girl in all of the world." He smirked as his hands tightened around my calf. My boobs were still bare, and I was still vulnerable. This time, Brian did pull out his cock. He put it inside me. I was raped for, what, the third time? I'd lost count by now between Liam... I don't even know. He touched every part of me, played out every sexual fantasy and roleplay he ever had. He did none of them with a condom. 

Every two weeks, I was raped and impregnated so I could be aborted two weeks afterward. This happened every single time. I don't know how many weeks it was. I could only think of all those children. One a month.. every single one of them had lives ahead of them. How could they do this? I wonder how it felt. How did it feel to be in the end of your life before it was supposed to begin? I'll never know.

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A/N - ;) take of it what you will. i figured if I was gonna return, better make it grand, right? I'm really fucked up. But this is only the beginning... poor Alex - Landen