Promise

Twenty-One

I woke up alone in a room, tied to a chair. I was sat in front of a large desk. I started to panic again as I tried to get out of the ropes, but failed. I let out a scream that was followed by tears. 

The door to the room swung open, revealing a man that I have never seen before. He looked older, he must be the boss. I could feel my heart beating as he approached me with a smirk. 

"Hello Rosalee, sorry that we had to tie you up. I wasn't sure what you were capable of doing." He said while moving a piece of hair out of my face. 

"P-Please let me g-go-o..." I cried out. 

He chuckled and opened his mouth to say something but stopped when Harry came busting through the doors. He tried to come to me, but was stopped by the others. 

"Calm down Harry, I am not going to hurt her." He said while chuckling again. 

"She doesn't fucking know anything! Let her go!" Harry yelled. 

"We'll see about that." The man said while turning to me. "Rosalee, tell me everything you know about your father's gang." He lowered his face inches away from mine. 

"P-Please stop saying that! My d-dad wouldn't do that! H-harry-y!" I don't know why everyone wants me to say that my dad is a bad guy, they're lying to me. 

I am scared of Harry, but he seems to be the only one trying to get me out of here. I don't know why though, I thought I was just a plan. He left me unprotected last night. He doesn't care anymore. 

Seconds after I called for Harry, he came running over to me. He was quick to start untying the rope from around my wrists and ankles. Once I was untied, I tried to jump up and run away but Harry quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. 

"N-No, d-don't hurt m-me..." I pleaded in Harry's arms. 

"Okay, I hate to stop whatever it is going on right here, Harry I need to talk to her." The guy I assume as boss said. I could feel my body shaking as I tried to control my sobs. 

"You can fucking talk to her after I calm her down! You can't just throw her into this and not expect her to be absolutely terrified! Just give me a fucking minute!" 

Harry's POV-

As everyone left the room, I held tightly onto Rosalee. I am so pissed off at myself. I made this situation a lot worse than what it needed to be. If I wouldn't keep pushing my feelings away from Rosalee and just accept the fact that she is mine, and I am hers then none of this would have happened. If I wouldn't have gotten mad when she asked me why I kissed her that one time, I wouldn't have gone out and gotten drunk. I wouldn't have brought that slut back either. The fucking sex was terrible, I couldn't get Rosalee out of my head no matter how hard I tried. 

And now, she is scared that I am going to hurt her. I don't know why she is so scared of me today. She has looked terrified by me since I've last seen her. And it breaks my heart that she is this scared right now. 

Liam and Niall took it way out of hand, and it is my fault. I got too drunk last night forgetting what day it was. I was supposed to take Rosalee to see my boss today so he could talk to her about her father. He won't believe me when I say that she has no idea about what he has done. But it wasn't supposed to be like this. I was going to tell Rosalee what as going to happen, she wasn't supposed to be this scared. 

I can't believe they tied her up and scared her so much that she passed out. I swear if I was there it wouldn't have happened. But they wouldn't let me near her. 

Even though she is scared of me, I know she was even more scared of my boss. It always makes me happy when I hear her calling for me because then I know she needs me. They couldn't hold me back when I heard her call for me, and boss knew better than to fuck with me. 

"Shh, baby. Calm down. It's okay, they aren't going to hurt you, I am not going to hurt you. Just breathe, come on take deep breaths with me." I held Rosalee's head to my chest as we took deep breaths together. It wasn't long before everyone came back into the room. I will never get enough alone time with her. I lifted Rosalee up off of the position we were in on the ground, and walked towards the desk where boss was. 

I sat down in the chair with Rosalee on my lap. Her head was in the crook of my neck, I could tell she was trying to stay calm. I could still feel her body shaking. 

"Can you get her to talk? I haven't got all day." My boss snapped. 

"Come on, Rosa. The sooner you tell him what you know, the sooner we can go home." I rubbed her back, trying to encourage her to talk. I just wanted to go home and talk to her. 

"I-I... I don't know anything... I only know what Harry has told me. And I don't believe it. I-I, no. I do not believe that my dad and brother would do that. This is either a big lie, or you have the wrong person." With every word she spoke she started to gain more confidence. I felt truly bad for her. I know what will happen next, they are going to show her proof, and break her. 

I watched as boss began to type on his laptop before turning it around to face Rosalee. He began to click through countless numbers of pictures showing Rosalee what her dad and Axel do. It showed them killing people, raping women, selling women, and selling other illegal things. We may kill people, and sell illegal things, but we do not do anything to women. 

After a ton of pictures, a video started to play. 

"We know you have Rosalee. We know that you plan on trying to break us, but do not think for a minute that she will break us apart. We will soon retrieve her back, and she will do what she is meant to. She will be given to our highest bidder where she will serve him as his wife. You can tell her about us all you want, she probably wont believe you. She is too naive. Either way we will get her soon and give her to her real owner. You will not break us, you will die trying. Just give up before it is too late." Maxwell, her father, spoke. 

I looked down at Rosalee, expecting to see her torn apart, bawling her eyes out, and screaming. But she just stared at the laptop. Emotionless. 

"Can I go home now." She asked in a monotone voice. She didn't look at anyone. I helped her up before grabbing her hand and leading her out of the room. Everyone just looked at her like she was broken. 

And that's because she is. Rosalee is broken. 

And it is my job to fix her.