Shattered - |d.s|

E i g h t e e n

Many days pass. I've been in the dark for a long long time. Occasionally Harry would go out giving me the freedom to search around the house for any technology which I could contact anyone from. Unfortunately there's nothing in this house. I've checked every room, every cupboard, behind the bed, everywhere but, there's nothing.

Most of the times I sleep. It's the only thing that helps me take my mind off things. If I'm not sleeping, I'm reading. I had to beg to Harry so that he could buy me more books. I want to paint. But, I can't. Harry won't allow me. I asked him if I could, I even brought the paint set that Dan gave me. He said no and dumped all the paint outside. I asked him if I could listen to music. He gave me his old iPod shuffle which consists mainly rap songs. I don't like rap music.

The front door unlocks and in comes Harry. I can tell by his eyes that's he's very drunk.

"Hellooo Ellie." He says, extending the 'o' and opening his arms. He takes another drink from his bottle.

"Hi." I quietly reply.

"You are sooooo pretty. Gosh I missed you." He slurs, touching my hair and stroking my cheeks. Then he kisses my lips. I feel the tears running down my face. I try to pull away but, he kisses more forcefully. He stops and takes another drink from his bottle.

"Do you want some?" He asks, pushing the bottle towards me. I shake my head. He comes in front of me and yanks my jaw downwards causes me to open my mouth. He places the bottle on my lips and tips it, causing the liquid to pour into my mouth. He pushes my jaw up.

"Now drink it." He whispers, his face stern. I gulp the liquid, feeling the burning sensation at the back of my throat. He starts smiling.

"Good girl." He says, patting my head like I'm a dog. He's walks upstairs and I hear the shower turn on.

I sit on the floor, my knees pulled up to my chest. I cross my arms and lean my head back against the wall. The tears fall freely until I'm sobbing silently.

I want to be a child again. When I had no problems. When me and Kyle also used to argue because I wanted to be the first to get the pancakes. When we used to ride our bikes around the garden. When our Dad would get angry at us and Kyle would always shield me.

But in reality I can never be a child again.

I miss my life. I miss England.

I hear the shower water stop and I wipe my tears. I hear the door close of the bedroom and I get up. I make my way to the bathroom and lock the door. I take off my clothes and step into the shower letting the warm water flow down my body. I silently cry, letting the water mix in with the tears. Once I'm done, I dry myself and wear the same clothes again. There not dirty anyway, it's not like I go outside.

It's quiet. I check the bedroom and peer down the staircase looking for any movement. After I'm satisfied that he's gone, I go into the bedroom and change into my Pjs.

Flashback

"Dan come here, look at this." I pleaded, walking up to the hanged clothes.

We had gone to Westfield (big shopping place in England) to look for some clothes. Dan wanted to buy gifts for his family as he was going back to England. I tagged along because he needed help choosing gifts.

"Yes love." he walked behind me and rested his chin on top of my head. I pointed towards the clothes and he gently laughed.

"Matching Pyjamas?" He questioned, smirking. I nodded excitedly.

"Pretty pleasee, I always wanted matching pyjamas Pookiebear." I beged, turning around and holding onto his hand.

"Okay fine." He replied, his eyes twinkling. I excitedly jump up and down as he gets 2 pairs of the pyjamas.

Later that night, we both wore the pyjamas. Katie made Kyle promise that they would also get matching pyjamas. Kyle agreed only because he wanted to make Katie happy. Kyle doesn't like to be matching.

End of flashback

I'm wearing the same pyjamas that I brought with Dan. I can smell him. Fell him. It's like he's still here.

But he's not.

Heavy heartedly I sit down on the sofa and close my eyes. After a few minutes I reopen them and spot an object behind the Tv stand. I slowly get up and inch my way near the Tv. I peek over the Tv and grin widely.

There's a phone.

I pick up the phone, run to the bedroom and lock the door. I sit on the bed and unlock the password. Harry's password is always the same; 2209. His birthday. Suddenly I realise something.

I don't know Charlie's or Dan's numbers by heart.

I sigh and go through the contact list. I come across the name 'Daniel' and instantly click on it. My eyes widen as I see Dan's number. I remember the last 3 digits of his number 664. There is a picture of both of them above his name.

How the fuck do they know eachother?

I push the question away from my mind and begin typing.

Dan it's Ellie. I have no idea how you know Harry but please help me. He's the boyfriend I was on about. Do not reply to this message but use the location of this phone to track me down. I have no idea where I am and I'm really scared. I love you Dan, please save me.

I send the message and delete it from the text list. I run back down and place the phone back where I found it from. I hear the front door opening and I sprit into the kitchen, pretending I'm finding something to eat.

Hopefully Dan gets the message. Hopefully he can save me.

A/N

There's more surprises yet to come ;)

This is the calm before the storm

Whoops