Tied.

Chapter 6. The Journal.

My third day here, my third shitty day here.

Shitty shittty shit.

All ive been made do is clean the fucking house, goto stores and buy there food and avoid getting raped by them.

Thats all my life is right now. They won even tell me the reason i'm fucking here, this motherfucking shit is getting old, annoying and i'm not even scared of them anymore. They can beat me all they like, do hatever they want with me and not one bit of fear will be let out of me.

I'm wearing the same clothes since the day ive been taken out on the streets, and unfortunatly that was my work clothes and a simple red dress jacket, has anyone even fucking noticed I was gone?! like, I know the only friends I had was Karla and Missy but ugh!! surely they noticed and called the police or something!

My life is so fucking shit. I just wanted a normal fucking life, I wanted to goto school and college and become an auther, or teacher. I wanted a proper family, with proper recpect. A nice brother that isnt in a gang, that doesnt beat me solestly, I wanted my mother and father back. I dont care how they died I just wanted them.

As I walked up the steps in the quiet, empty house and opened the door to Harrys messy room I started lightly crying, The ammount of stress and worry thats been layed on me theese past three days is just unbelieveable.

I opened out the clear bag and started putting all the trash into it.

"Fucking lazy cunt.. can't even put things in his fucking bin." I cussed to myself.

I grabbed a pile of crumpled up papers and threw them into the bag but stopped and furrowed my brows at the sudden weight change of the bag, I know I just put a lot in but it still shouldnt be that heavy,

I looked into the bag and noticed a brown journal of sorts,

"Shit." I cussed pulling it out, this might be important to Harry. He'd kill me if I threw it away.

I loooked at the cover and raised my eyebrows, amused at the fact I was right.

On the cover in big fancy gold writting read 'Journal' 

I bit my lip looking at the book held in my hands, I really wanted to know what he writ in the journal but the ammount of trouble id get in for reading it...

I mentally battled myself on weather or not I should even just read the first page and decided just the first paragraph couldnt hurt.

I sat on his bed and opened the cover, the pages were a light yellowish-coffee colour with neat writting on the lined paper.

I flickerd threw afew pages deciding which one I should read and decided on "January the 4th" Since it was the day I was taken in and tied up into the dark room on a pole.

"I've been writting in this book for a while now, Seems stupid doesnt it? but you know, being in a gang means you cant open up to many of the boys as you'd like to. They wouldn't give a shit about your problems or what was on your mind, Even the number of girls we've taken here wouldn't care, Besides the last thing on my mind would be to tell them my life story. They're just simple strangers used for sex, Well.. since were on the subject of girls. We found her. Vanessa Sylvester we found her.. it took ages and the moment I realized it was her I didnt waste a second thinking on how to bring her back here. Niall said we should wait and follow her home but when I saw her peering at my car we had to act fast, Panicked I guess?-"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I heard a voice yell, I snapped my head up and seen Harry at the door. With a furious expression.

Fuck, shit, cunt, Fuckity fuck. 

In otherwords..

I'm fucked..