Purposely Perfect

Chapter 23

Harry's POV

Liam was over in less than 5 minutes. He pounded on the door. I walked down the stairs trying to get rid of the evidence that I was crying. It wasn't working.

I opened the door to a frantic Liam.

"Please tell me this is a joke." He said.

"Does it look like a joke?" I asked him.

He just ignored me and walked past me and into my house. Eleanor was crying on the couch with Louis comforting her.

"Do you have any idea who took her?" Liam asked.

I stayed silent. If he knew that it was my Uncle he would loos it and blame me.

"Tell me. NOW." He said sternly.

"It was my uncle." I said looking down at my feet.

"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOUR UNLCE HAVE NICOLE?!" He screamed. That's when Louis came over, and tried to calm Liam down. I have never seen him like this.

"Revenge." Is all I said.

"What the fuck do you mean "revenge"?!"

"I GOT MY UNCLE PUT IN JAIL AND THIS IS HIS WAY OF REVENGE ON ME OKAY?! I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry...."

That's when Liam lunged on me. He had me pinned against the wall. I didn't even bother trying to get him off me. It will make him more pissed.

"SO THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT??!!!" He screamed in my face.

I shoved him off of me and screamed, "I KNOW WHAT I DID! I KNOW IT'S MY DAMN FAULT! AND IM GONNA FIX THIS BY FINDING HER!" I said and stormed out of the door without looking back.

Nicole's POV

I have thought through everything today. I got raped twice in one day, I wonder how everybody is taking this. Does Harry even know who has me? Is he on his way to get me now? How long am I going to be here? The same questions keep repeating. And that razor in the corner is taunting me. I've gotten so close, but then I am reminded of Harry, and I stop. I don't think I can stand to get raped again. It's worse than being beaten by my dad. If he were still alive would he care if I got kidnapped? Doubt it. I heard the door creak open and immediately froze, no please, not again....

"Hello beautiful."

I just glared at him. I hated this man. If I could kill him I would.

"I brought you a sandwich." He smiled. He put it down a couple feet in front of me. I started moving towards it but it was just out of my reach, the chain was in a straight line with my fingertips a few inches away from the plate. I looked at him, and he laughed at me. Was he trying to starve me?

"Are you going to kill me?"

"I don't know yet. Depends on what your little boyfriend does. Do you want to know a secret?" He asked.

I just stared at him.

"Take that as a yes. Harry told you about his parents tragic death right?"

No. No. No. No. This can't be leading to what I think it's leading to.

"Well, I'm the proud owner of the knife that killed that lovely couple."

I gasped. This is terrible, how would Harry take this?

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" I screamed at him.

"Language now." He said. "I know what will make you shut up."

He ripped off my pants, and lets just say I don't think I'm ever going to be the same if this keeps on happening.

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There was that disgusting used feeling against today for the 3rd time today. This man is sex crazed. My thoughts kept on randomly shutting off. And my thoughts just went blank as I would stare at something straight ahead. It's not something I can control. I'm feeling less emotions, Im getting closer and closer to the razor blade each passing hour, and I don't think I can hold much longer. and it's only Day 1.

Harry's POV

I drove down the familiar road, haunting memories erupting in my mind. I pulled up to the house, and stepped out of the car. I sat there and stared at this house. The house with all the pained memories. My uncles house.

When I stepped inside the smell of mold and just plain old filled my nose. The house is exactly how I left it. I saw the room. That room that he took me in.

(Flashback)

"NO PLEASE STOP!" Gemma screamed. I couldn't take it anymore he has been abusing her constantly and it's getting out of hand.

"NOT AGAIN!" She screamed once more. I can't stand seeing her like this anymore. She's the only true family I have left and I'm not going sit here and watch my last drop of light get burnt out. I stomped over there and stood in front of Gemma. Even if she was older I'm still the brother.

"Stop it." I said.

"What did you say?" He growled.

"I said, STOP IT." I snapped back.

"Fine, if I can't use her I'll use you." He said grabbing my arm and pulling me into "that room".

"NO!" Gemma screamed through the door. I would rather me have it then her have to suffer. I would take anything to protect her. That's what mom and dad would of wanted. So I took what came for me.

By the time I was done with my memory I was crying again. I wasn't sad. I was furious. The whole reason why my life Is so fucked up, why I'm so fucked up is because of him. I stood in front of the coffee table and flipped it over the glasses on it shattering on the floor. I threw things off the shelves and broke all his plates. Then I walked into "that room". I was beyond fuming now. I went around and made sure to break every damn thing in that house. Then I had an idea. It may sound like I'm going a bit insane, but without Nicole I practically am.

I stepped outside of the house and lit a match I found in the house and three it on the house. The house was wood so it passed around the fire quickly. I sat there watching it burn with the satisfaction of a weight being lifted off my shoulders.