Never Forget You {l.s. AU}

Prologue.

Louis*

"Madam, do you have a son or a sibling older than 14?" I can hear the officer ask. Liam and I are hiding under the steps, a secret tunnel to keep us from this situation. I am 16 and Liam is 14, they are here to take us away.

"No officer, I only have five daughters and my only son is 9 months old. But my brothers and my husband are at war, they are at the border in Czech." My mother tries convincing them.

Liam is squirming and silently sobbing into my palm that is pressed to his lips. We have been doing this for four years now. They always believe mum when she starts the story about her entire family. She doesn't want us to go away to war. Liam suddenly squeaks as a mouse makes it way over to us. I plead and press my palm tighter on his mouth. But its too late.

"What was that sound?" Shit! "Mice, officer. Mice. We have a very bad mice infestation, nothing else." Mum covers up for us. The mouse nears Liam and he is now silently sobbing. But as soon as we hear the front door closing and foot steps I sigh and pull Liam to my chest and push the door open walking out.

As soon as we pull our mother into a hug, the front door bangs open and we gasp as tears stream down my mother's face. Liam is red and crying as I stand there stunned. It was them, they had come back and this time they were in a group, around 9-10 men standing in uniforms and big guns in their hands.

"Woman, you lied to us!" The guy who had come before, I am guessing bellows. Liam cowers behind mum as I stand straight and say, "I am 16 you can take me. But my brother is 12 leave him alone." The men laugh and one of them says, "Why do we do that? He is healthy and looks fit and his certificate her says he is 14 do you think we are fools?" I shudder at his tone as my mother holds on to me tightly.

He orders his men, "Take the boys away, I will see the women." The sly smirk on his face sent shivers down my spine. The men snatched Liam from behind my mum as my mum fell to her knees begging and Liam screamed and shouted as the men started beating him, slapping him and punching his gut holding him by his hands and pushing him on his knees, dragging him along as they held me as I struggled in their hands and screamed for them to stop hurting him anymore. They stopped but dragged him outside, they shouted profanities as I bit one of them on their shoulder to stop them from hurting my mother.

She screamed and screamed for me to not look but I couldn't help but cry out with her as he pushed into her, holding her hands behind her and tearing her clothes apart as he thrusted into her violently, my little sister Charlotte crying and shutting her eyes closed, pulling my other sisters and my little brother into the other room, understanding very well that if they saw anymore they wouldn't be able to live with this memory.

I kept screaming as the man kept thrusting into the woman I called mother who had long gone limp as the other men snickered asking the man dirty things and asking for turns. I kicked and struggled to get out but they had tied my hands and legs, not allowing me to move any longer. I cried and sobbed as they forced me to keep watching the horrific scene, the memory burning into my brain.

As they dragged me out of the house I saw the man throwing her body against the floor and stomping over her hand and walking out.

That was the last I ever saw of her.