Retrieving My Princess- Book 2 (Sequel to HSLP)

Emptiness- Chapter 1

Emptiness- Chapter 1

A/N: last warning I'll give! If u hav not read Harry Styles's Lost Princess, u will be lost. Please read book 1 first! Oh & read A/N at the end please! :)

Ariel's POV:

I slowly opened my eyes, and I quickly sat up. I didn't recognize my surroundings. It looked familiar, but I don't know why. I was laying on a mattress on the floor with blankets thrown over it. How did I get here? Why does my nose hurt? What happened?! As I moved my legs over the mattress so I could get up, I heard chains moving. I furrowed my eyebrows and sat up while stretching my legs in front of me. I saw chains attached to my ankles and I followed the chains until I saw they were attached to the wall. They were long enough to allow me to walk around the entire tiny basement. Or at least what I assumed was the basement since there were stairs leading up to another level, and there was a tiny window that was blocked by snow, so I couldn’t see outside. I saw Star right next to my bed, and I saw a journal right next to her. Strange... I don't remember getting that. I grabbed the notebook and opened it to the first page. I started shaking when I read the note:

My dearest daughter,

I bought you this journal so you could vent out anything you are feeling. I may have kidnapped you again, and tore you away from those you love, but I care about your well being. Don't keep it in, but please write all your emotions in here. I promise to not read it. I love you so much, and I promise we will be happy soon. Soon we won't be near the people that tore you away from me.

-Mummy Amelia

I started to weep quietly. I didn’t want to be near her. Heck, I didn’t even want to see her again in a picture, or a dream. I wanted to be far away from her. As I looked around the basement, I noticed there was another mattress near me, and someone was on it. I don't know who it is, and I don't feel like finding out either. Memories from the twitcam replayed through my mind and I started to worry. My poor Rockers... They must be scared. They saw everything, and my quick bye didn't help either. I'm sure they are worried sick. I don’t even want to imagine the turmoil they are causing because they want me back safe. Trust me Rockers, I will be back soon, and I promise to make it up to you all. I don’t even want to imagine the girlies, lads, Uncle Si, and my family. They must be all worried about me. I truly hope they are not looking for me. They should leave it for the police men. I don’t want them risking their life because of me. If I could, I would try to escape, but first I need to find out where I'm at exactly. In my dreams, I saw this exact room, but I don't know why I feel like I should know this place. I looked around, and spotted a gold pen where the journal was. The pen was pretty, and it had a small silver vine design on it. I ripped out the page my nanny wrote and threw it across the room. It landed right under the window. I turned back to the journal, and turned to a clean page. I started to write:

Day 1

Dear everyone,

I know you will never read this, but I need to get is off my chest. I'm scared. I'm alone here and scared. I don't know what she will do to me. I don't know why she even wants me here. I want to go back home. I want to be back with everyone I love. I want to be back with Brat, Scarlet, Dani, Mary, Perrie, and El. I want to be back with Harry, Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn. I want to be back with my family. I want to go back to where I feel safe. Here, I don't even know where I am. Everything looks familiar, but I don't recognize where I'm at. I hope to find out the answers to these questions. I promise to see you all soon.

-Ariel xo

As soon as I finished writing this, the person in the other bed started to move. I froze, but then I quickly hid my journal and pen. I stared at the bed while I shook in fear. Who else did she trap here with me? The person threw the blanket to the side and I gasped. He had black and gray hair, and his old brown eyes that seemed to be filled with life looked dull. He even still had his work clothes on. He saw me, and his eyes widened.

"Daddy?" I whispered while getting closer.

"Princess!" He quickly engulfed me in a hug. "What are you doing here?!"

"She kidnapped me again, Daddy. What are you doing here?" I asked while looking up at him. He kept me in tight hug, and he kissed my forehead. I missed his hugs and signs of affection. I didn't spend much time with Father, so I don't know if he'd act this way with me.

He sighed and said, "Three days ago, Amelia kidnapped me as well when I returned from work. I tried putting up a fight with her goons, but they pinned me down. I tried convincing her to not hurt me, but she just gave me a twisted smile and said that everything she's doing is to reunite her family. That's all I remember until I woke up and I found myself down here."

I fisted my hands and felt the sudden urge to punch her. She hurt him because she wants us to be together again. She's crazy. She’s off her rocket if she thinks I’m going to stay here. I was about to respond when we heard a voice from the top of the stairs. "Awe my daughter and husband are having some quality family time. I'm sorry to interrupt you guys, but I need to talk to my daughter," my nanny said while walking down the stairs.

I started shaking in fear and clung onto Daddy more. I felt her unlock my chains, but I remained motionless. I'm not going anywhere with her. I don't trust her, and I'm scared of her. "Ariel, get up. Don't be silly, child."

I shook my head and remained in Daddy's arms. Daddy said softly, "Just go. Don't make her angry."

I looked up at him, and he nodded his head encouragingly. I slowly got up, and she tugged me up the stairs. I was shaking again in fear until she led me to a new bedroom when we were out of the basement. I know why this house seems familiar. It’s our summer home that Daddy bought a while back. She led me to my old bedroom, but the thing is that it didn't look like it. The bed was bare, and there was nothing on my walls. I know I never bothered to decorate it, but now the emptiness was too eerie and loud. It's as if the house knew she shouldn't be here. As soon as she closed the door behind her, I took a couple of steps back until I was far away from her.

"Aren't you going to give Mummy a hug?" She said with an evil smile and arms wide open. I shook my head no, and stood shaking in my spot. She walked closer to me, and I took the same amount of steps back to keep our distance even. She narrowed her eyes, and I knew I was getting her mad. I don't care if I get her mad. What’s the worst she can do to me? I'm scared of her already anyways.

"Come here and give your mum a hug," she said while glaring at me. I shook my head no again, and cowered on the floor. I was already cornered, so it did it matter if she got close to me anyways. "Answer me!"

I jumped and looked up at her. She's scaring me, but I can't do anything about it. "Why did you bring me here?" I said in a soft voice while still shaking on my spot on the floor.

She laughed loudly and said, "Why did I bring you?! I wanted us to be a family again! I missed seeing your bright happy smile every day. I missed hugging you and being with you. I knew allowing to go to London was a bad idea! Look at the friends you made! Those idiots you consider as your brothers, those sluts you call girlies, and your family that abandoned you when you were only 3 months old!"

That's it. She pissed me off. I was still shaking, but now it was with rage. I balled my hands into fists and stood up. "SHUT UP! DON'T TALK ABOUT THEM THAT WAY! THEY ARE A MUCH BETTER FAMILY THAN YOU WILL EVER BE!" I was breathing in and out of my nose heavily while she stared at me also ticked off. "Those boys you called idiots? They are my best friends and they have names! They're called Liam, Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Harry. My girlies have names too! They're called Danielle, Eleanor, Cher, Perrie, Mary, and Scarlet. They are a much better family than you will ever be! They support me and love me even more than you ever did! And my real family? They never abandoned me. You were the one that kidnapped me from them! You're the one that tore us apart! It's because you that I have such a depressing life!"

I fell to the floor in pain as soon as I said that to her. My legs hurt so much, and felt as if they were beating. They felt as if they had their own heart beat. I looked at her with tears in my eyes, but all I saw was anger in her. She was holding a bat in one of her hands. I was holding my legs to my chest because they hurt so much. She hit me again, and I screamed in pain. She never hurt me before... She's not the same woman that claimed to love me. I'm pretty sure my legs are going to bruise up badly because they hurt a lot. She told me to shut up, and it did what she asked. She leaned down to my height and said, "You shall not talk back to me. You understand? You will never see you family again either. You will be never be near any of those you love. I'll never let you escape."

She walked out of the room, and one of the goons came in. He carried me bridal style back to the basement, and gently placed me on my bed. He quickly left even before I could thank him. I sobbed loudly into my knees out of pain, and heartache, I miss my friends and family. I want to be back with them. Daddy tried to comfort me, but I just cried harder. I miss everyone too much. I wish they're having better time than me. An hour later, the same goon came down stairs and brought us food. He quickly chained me up again and left as soon as he was done. I quietly ate my chicken soup while tears still slowly fell from my eyes. My legs hurt, and I know they must be bruised. As soon as I finished my chicken soup, I decided to add on to today's journal entry:

P.S. I finally found out why she brought me here... She wanted you all to feel what she felt when the truth was out. She wants to see you all suffer, and she's winning. She knows if she keeps me here in our summer home in Bristol, then everything will be alright. I miss you all so much. She hurt me today as well. She hit my legs twice, and hard with a baseball bat, and they hurt badly. I'm sure they're bruised, and I know if I'm given the chance to escape, I won't be able to because of the pain. I miss you all so much.

Hours later, she came back. Daddy saw her, and quickly blocked her path to me. "What were you thinking in hurting our daughter?!"

"She needs to learn that she can't talk to me that way. She needed to be taught manners."

"And you think that by hurting her you're going to accomplish that?! Amelia for god's sake! You need to tell her in a loving manner! Violence will only make people rebel!" Daddy was mad, and I know just by the sound of his voice. I didn't need to turn around to know that he was pissed off. I didn’t need to look up to know that he was glaring at her as well.