The summer house (Larry Stylinson)

twenty-fourth chapter

A/N okay guys, don’t freak out, but this is the last chapter :(

I made it extra long because it’s the last one

I will write an epiloque though :) I will be up in the next few days.

I’m not sure about making a sequel but you hear it later yeah? :)

Okay enjoy this VERY LONG chapter :D

Here it goes

Harry’s POV

I tried to loosen the rope around my wrists, when it was was loose  enough i could take the bag off of my head, and i could try to find a way to escape.

I moved my hands and turned my wrists, at one point the ropes were loose enough and i could free my hands. As soon as I got the rope off of my wrist, I pulled the bag off of my head so I could see again.

I looked around me and saw that i was in a old, dirty basement. It wasn’t the same basement as the last time, this one was ten times worse.

The only thing that was in there was an old worn out mattress wich was smelling in the corner and a dirty toilet that wasn’t cleaned in years.

I schrunged my nose in discust and stood up to find a way to escape. I didn't feel like walking up the stairs and shouting like crazy. My father isn’t the smartest, but he isn’t dumb. He isn’t going to leave me here again, and certainly not if he knows I'm not dead yet.

If i scream, he’s going to beat me up and the one thing i don’t want is getting beaten up. I can't run from it, but i can try to postpone it as long as possible.

I walked around a bit in the musty basement, the only outlet I had found was a small window with bars that came just 20 cm above the ground. No way I get through that.

Suddenly I heard a door open and close and someone ran down the stairs. I stiffened, there we go. first I only saw his feet, but soon was my father appeared at the bottom of the stairs. He looked at me and grinned devilishly.

"So so, look at that. You had already released yourself. Good, that saves me work " he said.

"w-what do you want from me?"

"you know very well what I want. I want you dead. I want you to pay for the fact that I was in jail for so long, I want you wish that you never lived " he growled and slowly walked toward me.

I looked at him shocked "y-you're going to k-kill me h-here do you?" I asked stuttering.

He looked at me and laughed "of course not, that would be too easy. No, I'll let you suffer. I'm going to make you beg to be killed. You know Harry, you’re going to beg me to kill you when I'm done with you" he took another step forward and looked down at me.

"you know Harry, you had a choice" he said before his fist came into contact with my jaw. Hard. I felt my jaw cracking and I tumbled backwards. There where tears flowing down my cheeks when I put my hand gently over my jaw. I looked down at my fingers and saw red, fresh blood.

"You're pathetic, you hear that? You don’t’deserve to live in this world and you deserve to be treated like this” he said as he walked up to me and pinned me down on the ground. He punched me in the face a few times. hard. I felt it but it didn’t hurt anymore, my whole body felt numb and suddenly everything went black.

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Louis’ POV

I woke up  from Eleanor who was knocking on my door. "Lou get up, breakfast is ready"