Patch Our Hearts

Chapter 34

Abby's P.O.V.

"Harry's been kidnapped." Her voice rings in my ears, and I honestly don't know how to react. It's as if everything stopped. Part of me is relieved, knowing Harry wasn't going against me like in my dream. This couldn't be his fault right? If he's being held against his will away from his friends, his family, and his life, it can't be on his choice. But the other half of me is curious, how do I know that this isn't one of his damn lies or tricks to throw everything off.

Despite everything rushing and swirling through my head, I laugh out loud. Carina and Liam look at me, totally confused by the response. I must look like a fucking maniac to them.

"Abby? You okay?" Carina asked, but I totally ignored it. She's just asking out of pity, just a to be sure I'm not actually crazy.

"God damn it Harry," I mumbled, sounding a bit crazy, but at this point I didn't give an actual fuck. I started to move towards the door, I needed to get out of here. My body was overheating, and I need out. Out of my body or the room, either or is good with me at the moment.

"Abby," Carina said, but my head was spinning. What else could she want? I already brought her out her to get my life flipped over? Hold on. This is not Carina's fault. It's Harry's.

The men let me go by, which was good for them because I was not in the mood, no matter what Simon said. Sometimes men understand, and these two seemed to have their shit together. I would have to remember to thanks Simon. I was completely tired of this.

"Abby, where are you going?" Carina called as I rushed down the stairs. Obviously she was not getting the message.

"I just need some air," I spit nastily, pulling open the sliding glass door, hoping to find some release of the emotions I'm feeling.

I was met with a patio, complete with furniture, tables and umbrellas. The land that lie ahead of me was flat and full of tall grass reeds, the sun standing tall in the sky.

I stood pacing around on the rock ground, wondering why the hell I was so mental. All the "guards" were here for my fucked up boyfriend, who would drag me through shit like this?

As if to answer my thoughts about Harry, my phone rang with a text.

Hey Baby, need to talk. Meet me behind the Starbucks you were at with Liam ASAP.

Fuck, now of course I had to go help him, he was practically texting me.

I remembered the security guards, and go started pacing again, back and forth in and out of the view of the window.

Finally, after a few minutes of going between being seen and unseen, I dashed up around the house to the front, where my car was hopefully parked.

My mind was racing a million miles a second, why the hell was go doing this? Because I loved him. Why should I even love him, through all of this? Because.

I jumped into my car and started the ignition, putting the car in drive and slammed the gas pedal. I was out of the sight of Liam's house in seconds, speeding down the freeway.

The Starbucks was open, and people wandering around, drinks in hand. It took me a few minutes to find a parking space, but I finally did. Beads of sweat were running down my face and forehead. I grabbed my phone hastily, pushing open the car door. I was in such a rush to see him, that I didn't even bother to close the driver's side door.

My adrenaline was rushing as I rounded the corner of the shop to get to the back.

I was met with three men, one of which I knew, holding up guns pointed straight to my forehead.

"Get in the van, now."

Harry's P.O.V.

Fucked up.

I hadn't just made a terrible mistake, I have completely fucked up. There was no other way around this, to fix it or anything.

I had pulled the duct tape off my mouth and cut the ropes on my hands with a piece of scrap metal that were lying around.

I was locked in a dark metal room, the walls rusted and no windows anywhere. The only way out was through the rusted-shut door. There was one little light, that was hanging by a cord on the ceiling; it was giving out minimal lighting.

I paced around the room a little, not sure of my next move.

Suddenly, to my worst fear, the door flew open. Two men stood at the edges and that fucker Gavin stood in the middle,a stupid smirk on his face as he threw in a body.

Abby.

She landed with a thud in the cold metal floor, but that didn't seem like the worst of her problems. The door slammed shut and I rushed over to her.

Abby was sobbing uncontrollably, and I knelt down next to her, pushing back the strands of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, pain written all over her face. She had bruises trailing all over her body, who knows how long Gavin had her. Bites and hickeys ran up and down her neck and collarbones, which angered the hell out of me. Why does he just get away with this? The answer was too clear, because of me.

I kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Baby, it's okay, you're with me."

For some reason this sent Abby into a frantic mess, her eyes bulging as she attempted to push herself into the corner, away from me. You could see in her eyes that she was terrified of me, and I had no idea why.

"Abby," I started, but the pain was unbearable for her, so she did what she considered her only defensive option.

Just like that, she lifted her leg and kicked me in the balls.