True - Louis Tomlinson (Sequel to 30 days with Niall Horan)

12. Cable ties

Chapter Twelve: Cable ties

I woke up with my hands tied to a pipe with a cable tire, I could feel the plastic cutting into my wrists, absolutely impossible for me to get out of them. I searched around the room to find Lou unconscious on the other side of the room attached to a different pole. In the far corner was a tall well-built dark haired man counting the money and on the phone to someone jabbering on about something in Russian taking no notice of me. I squirmed trying to get into a comfortable position but it was no use, my hands were tied above my head and I was starting to wish I just stayed unconscious. At least when I was unconscious I couldn’t feel the pain or fear that I was feeling now as the tall man walked towards me. I couldn’t even move my jaw to say anything I was in so much pain, the man crouched down in front of me, so I looked away, not wanting to look at his disgusting deformed face.

He had dark almost black eyes, and his big nose which has clearly been broken in the past, his thin non-existent lips with a long scar extending from the top lip to the bottom of his eye. His breath stank like rotting fish and his hands like sand paper forcing me to look at him by yanking my chin towards him. I yelped in agony trying to fend him off with no success.

“What is your name?” He demanded, spitting in my face. Quick think of a false name.

“Pheobè.” I spat back. He quickly slapped me across the face sending agony through my entire face. I yelped again, looking away.  He grabbed me by the hair yanking me back to look at him again

“Your real name. I have your bag remember. I know where you live it’s on your licence.” Oh F@#%.

“Sydney…. Sydney Phillips.” I coughed.

 I hate my last name. My father was an evil man in jail for what he did to my family. Every night when he came home from work early he would take off his belt and yell at us threatening to hit us with his belt buckle. Which he usually would, mum copped the worst of it though, protecting us kids. But some days she could barely get out of bed she was that badly hurt. Lou was over one time when he got home angry, we were about 13  and dad was angry when he got home, Lou got protective of my family and I telling him to back off so dad hit him with his belt buckle, leaving a big red, blistering mark on his face and leg. I crawled for the phone, to call 999 but dad caught me picking me up and shoving me to the other side of the room, my head pounding from the sudden impact.

Right then my father stormed out of the house, slamming the door off its hinges. Leaving us all on the floor,  in agony.  Mum had her head in her hands begging Lou for forgiveness.

“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.” She cried and screamed I hated seeing her like this, it’s worse now because Lou was here to experience it. He was crawling up next to me, putting his arm around me.

“It’s all going to be okay. It’s all going to be okay.”

“Yes. Phillip’s daughter. Very pretty. Apparently your little friend here, Lou is it? Dobbed him in. I met him in jail, only just got out, but it’s a major coincidence that we found you first raid. At the same time as well. We have very interesting things planned for you two. Pretty much everyone that shared a cell with your dad is after you. Whoever finds you get’s a favour from him. Your father’s a big man.  He would be very useful. He’s getting out soon, apparently some man found your mother, but got bored of her and had a little bit of fun with her and landed back in jail. Yes? I cringed at the memory. “That’s your little brother’s father isn’t it? Not really your brother?” We heard a moan coming from Lou and the man turned around and I craned my head around to see Lou, so hurt like on that day, with a black eye and blood over his face. The man turned back to me. “He already knows who we are too, we told him before knocking him out. We weren’t going to until he almost hit one of my men. Tut Tut.”

“He’s still my brother” I spat in his face. Cringing readying for the ultimate slap. Which shot pain all through my body.

“Don’t you touch her.” Lou yelled. His face going red with anger, almost ripping the pole out of the ground he was fussing around so much. I couldn’t bare seeing him get hurt again. But I was so dizzy from my own pain I kept on blacking out – Man getting up. – Man squatting next to Lou – Lou moaning in pain before slumping onto the ground motionless. Then I was out again. The black nothingness swirled around me into a dream of my father coming home in the worst mood ever after being pulled into the police station and screaming at me about my “Ignorant friend and his family” He knelt down on the balls of his feet. Spitting in my face with each word.

“You’re a good for nothing, accidental cow with stupid friends who get me into trouble.”  You’re a good for nothing, accidental cow with stupid friends who get me into trouble. Rang in my ears. Played over and over in my mind. Seeing him screw his face up and saying “You should love me I am your dad. You should respect me and not dob on me to the police.”

“There’s a difference between being the father and being my dad.” I spat back before he wacked me across the face, and Stormed out of the house. I scrawled over to the phone. Clutching the arm he hit. With the red blistering mark already coming up, I stumbled over the numbers, punching in Lou’s number.

“Hello, Louis speaking.”

“Lock all your doors dad’s coming.” I demanded and the phone line cut off before I could hear what Lou was saying. Dad was already there and he’s super angry.