Kidnapped

Chapter Fifteen

Harry's Pov.

The next day the guys pulled me over to the TV and made me watch the news, once the reporter started talking I understood why. It had to do with Anna. 

"Do any of you remember Anna? A couple months ago she was kidnapped with Harry Styles, they somehow escaped. But today we have to tell you that Anna has been taken again and apparently betrayed by her best friend. The Michigan police received a call from Anna but a guy on the other end yelled at her and hanged the phone up. The Michigan police did not give us the audio so we can not play it back for you, it is also said that the other kidnapper as his brother was put in prison just yesterday is behind it all. They have her phone and apparently took pictures and a video and sent it to Harry to torture him. We have those pictures but we were kindly asked not to show them...just yet anyways. The police said they are going to track down the phone and get Anna out of there as soon as possible. That is all we have so far, please keep a look out. 

After she was done talking they showed a picture of Anna, I turned away from the TV and left the room. 

Anna's Pov.  

I woke up in pain, even breathing hurt. I was tied with my hands above me, which was coming from the ceiling. I was on my toes, last night he whipped me till the skin almost broke. There was welts every where, my arms were sore and so was my toes for holding up my body weight the entire time. Time went by slow, I knew it was only about 6 hours later but it felt as if it was days. I was thirsty and hungry, my throat was sore from screaming last night. I was still in the basement, I heard somebody come down the stairs it was Mitch. He looked at me and went over to the side and let the rope down so I could actually stand on my feet and not my toes. 

He came over to me and didn't say anything but untied my arms, he pushed my forward and I hissed in pain. I had to bite my lip to not let out a cry, I tried to get feeling back into my arms. "Get upstairs!" He demanded and pushed me again, I didn't say anything but his eyes met mine. I thought maybe part of the old Mitch was still in there but I had a feeling Josh took that all away. Going up the stairs was torture, my legs were sore and I just wanted to lay down but I knew that would most likely not happen. Right when I got up from the last step I was slammed against the wall, Josh had his hands around my neck but didn't put pressure on my neck.

"You were on the news, Mitch over here didn't tell me you called the police. You will pay for that." He slapped me, he slapped me again but on the other cheek. He kept doing that till Mitch pulled him away, " I think that might be enough for right now." 

Josh turned his head away from me and looked at Mitch, he let go of me and I fell to the floor, not being able to hold myself up. Josh punched Mitch, "Don't you ever, and I mean ever talk back to me like that." 

Mitch stumbled back and Josh turned back to me, he picked me up by pulling my hair and I screamed. Once standing he took my chin in his hand and made me look him in the eyes, "I want to kill you so bad right now, but I can't. Consider yourself very lucky." 

He let me go again and I slowly sat down, why doesn't he really just kill me? Wouldn't that be a lot easier? He came back with my phone. "We need to take some pictures for Styles. Mitch could you help me?" 

Mitch came over to me and took off my shirt, all I could see was welts. My skin was all red and I didn't dare touch it. I stood there, my back to them. They then made me turn around and took more, they took some of my legs and then they were done. Mitch threw my shirt at me and I put it back on, Josh grabbed my hair and started pulling me down a hallway. He pushed me into a room and before closing the door he told me, "If he really cared about you, he would be here right now saving you."

He then slammed the door in my face, I turned around and the only thing in the room was a bed. I went over to it and sat down, I thought about what he said. 'He' is Harry, is that true? I knew Harry cared about me, just because he wasn't here right now saving me I knew he was working on it. I believe him and trust him, to at least do something. 

Hours went by before anybody came into the room, I looked up and saw Josh. He had a bag, I realized it was my overnight bag. He put it on the floor and left with the door open, he soon came back with a small plastic bag. "Here take this, we will be back in about two hours. Don't you dare, and don't even fucking try to leave this house or I will kill you." 

He then left the room and closed the door. I sat there not sure what I should do exactly first, I decided to look in the plastic bag. There was a sandwich with water, I smiled. Even after all this and that, they still seemed to care a little bit. But then I remembered he wanted me dead but not just yet so no wonder I got this. I happily ate the food and got my bag, I had a different set of clothes and I decided to just put them on. I brushed my hair even though it hurt because of the pulling from earlier. I put everything away and looked at the door that was slightly open.

Was this a trick? I decided to stay in bed, I was sore everywhere and I had a really bad headache. I knew what would happen if I fell asleep but I didn't care. It took me awhile but I finally fell asleep, dreaming of being in his arms. The place I called home, the only place I felt safe.

Hello, sorry this chapter is short. I just had to get the chapter up, and yea....vote/comment do whatever so I know you liked this chapter. I will actually try to update again tomorrow so yay! I seriously love you guys! ~Kayla