Loved and Wanted

Story time

Nicole's POV

A week.

It's been a full fucking week. Hell possibly even more.

I've been trapped in this dark basement, screaming, crying, even clawing at the door to the point were my fingernails have turned into raw stuble.

My minds' been racing on the possibilities of what happened to Harry. Tear stained cheeks and faint cries haunted my dreams, dragging me deeper into insanity.

He's checked on me a maximum of 5 times. Five fucking times In one haunting week. He betrayed me to the point were I can't even say his name-- or the assigned name society has given-- father, without gagging. My own- family member, has pinned me up in an unknown basement, to die perhaps.

With hardly any water to drink, or food to devour. I'm miserable and I just want to see Harry. I want to hold him close and tell him how stupid I am, how stupid I was for leaving him. How stupid I was for ignoring him.

Yes, he had layed his hands on me, which should never be accepted. But I knew he didn't mean it. I knew he didn't intentionally hurt me, because he wouldn't be chasing after me with so much passion and emotion. I was too trapped behind my small barrier of bullshit, wanting Harry to feel bad for what he had done. That I hadn't realized how much he's been hurting.

I flinched as a loud bang was heard near the door, "Wake the hell up, we're going somewhere." the door slammed open, and there stood the monster I once cried over night after night. He watched me as I weakly stood up, my legs wobbled beneath me and I probably looked pathetic as hell. He sighed, storming towards me impatiently.

My body reacted and I was back to the ground, crawling towards the nearest wall. He's going to hit me again, I know it.

"Get up," he mumbled, attempting to grab my arm. I flinched back, tears welling up in my eyes.

"I said get up!" his voice roared, my body quivered in absolute fear as I was drug to my feet in seconds. His grip tightened on my arm causing me to let out a small whimper.

I stared into his eyes as he pinned me against the wall, the alcohol on his breath noticeable as it fanned over my face. Also, the stubble on his face indicating he hasn't slept.

"Now listen to me," he grunted. "When we leave this building, you don't say a word. Got it?"

I quickly nodded my head, tears swelling up and falling on his fingers in which who were now wrapped around chin. Keeping me from looking away.

"Good girl," he purred, his other hand trailing down to my waist. I flinched back, afraid of what he was thinking. I couldn't move, I was helpless and he could do anything he wanted with me. My wide eyes trailed down to his hand, as it was slowly placed on my hip.

"You've always had a nice body, you know that?" my eyes snapped up to his, as he deviously smirked at me. No doubt I was shaking un controllablly. I stared at him in fear for a few more seconds as his hand drew further down into a place a girl shouldn't be touched in by her father. Then, I kicked and screamed, doing anything in my power to stop him.

As my knee came in contact with his parts his hand slipped away from my mouth, allowing me to scream out. "Help!" I screeched, sobbing.

"You little bitch," he growled, standing up and pinning me to the wall in seconds. I was taken back by his strength, his hand wrapped around my throat, applying pressure every second. I scratched at his hand, praying he'd realise. I coughed and gasped for breath, everything around me becoming blurry.

"Don't fucking do that again." he spat, finally realising me. Instantly I fell to the ground, gasping for air and sobbing uncontrollably. My hands were shaking uncontrollably and I felt weak, I needed someone to save me.

"Get up." he spat, "Get up!"

I did as told and got up, nearly falling over. He grabbed my arm tight, dragging me out the door. "Please don't hurt me again," I pleaded, and of course he ignored me.

There was a blonde girl standing by the door, her hands were crossed and she smirked at me as we walked by. I wanted to say something but I knew it wouldn't be the best choice.

I was pushed in the backseat, my head nearly hitting the door. What the hell? where are we going? my mind back tracking to Harry, memories flowing through my mind almost causing me to go insane. He's not gone. I refuse to believe it. He can't be, I need him.

He's all I have left.

"BlindFold her! she can't see where we're taking her," I swallow, almost afraid to know where they're taking me. The cocky blonde leans back, tying a black blindfold around my head. I almost spit in her face for being part of this, for allowing him to kidnap me and deprive me of everything- and everyone I love.

I sit there silently, eavesdropping on the small talk they share, it's hushed of course but I've managed to hear a fee things.

"What do we do next?"

"We continue with the plan,"

"What if everything doesn't work out?"

"It will, trust me. She has nobody to come and save her, I highly doubt that boy is alive."

But he's wrong, he has to be wrong. Harry is strong, and I know he can make it through this. I refuse to believe he's dead, because soon he will come and he will save me again, then we'll be nestled in each others arms until I fall asleep to the sound of his breathing. Everything will be okay.

Soon enough I hear the brakes screech and the doors open quickly. I'm dragged out almost immediately, then forced inside. They continue to shove me until I'm fully inside before ripping off the blindfold.

I gasp as I look around, memories instantly flooding my mind. A lump forms in my throat as I touch the dolls lined up perfectly against the wall. I looked over to the right, something new catching my eye.

I gasped, my shaky hands reaching for the numerous photos of young girls placed on the wall, instantly flinching back as my father's voice spoke.

"Don't touch them,"

"W-what is this?" I dare to ask.

"My collection," he smirked, proud of himself.

"Collection?"

"Did I stutter?" he snapped, I flinched at his harsh words, turning back to the photos. There were so much, little girl after little girl. I continued to look at them all carefully, wondering why my father would have these. Then it clicked.

"You didn't.." my mouth went dry and suddenly I felt as if I would pass out any second.

"I did," he smirked at me, stepping closer. Instinctively, I flinched, immediately stepping back. "Sit, I'll explain." he walked over to a couch. I stood still for a good fifteen seconds, allowing myself to process the new information.

"Now," he spoke in a more demanding tone. I nod slowly, walking over to the couch and sitting as far away as I could.

"Okay," he rubs his hands over his face, "Story time."

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ok

im going to continue writing but if this chapter gets hardly any reads or votes than I'm stopping this book

theres no use in writing if nobody appreciates it

this is just a filler chapter sorry

ive been really busy lately and I'm trying to focus more on my other book

im so sorry