I didn't know how long I had been in the dungeon room with Greyson. He hasn't stopped crying once, he didn't even have tears left anymore. He was just gasping for air as if he was dying.
Kept going on and on about how truely sorry he was for what he did to mom.
And I've had enough.
Like the angels heard my prayer, the door opened. My head snapped up to see Harry. He was wearing a button up with a blazer. His hair was styled and he looked.. hot..
"Let's go love," he gave me a cheeky smile and made the motion with his fingers for me to stand.
He didn't have to tell me twice. I followed him out and when I was outside the musty smelling dungeon was when I let a sigh of relief escape.
Being in there was Greyson.. my father was torture. It has surely fucked me up.
"What did you and papa talk about?" He joked as he led me upstairs. His hand was on my lower back leading me.
"You know the usual stuff." I shrugged. "Him sorry for abusing my mom. Just him being sorry for literally everything."
"Woah," Harry chuckled. "Sounds like you two truely bonded." He sarcastically said.
We stopped in front of a room with a door that had a security keypad to enter. "Now this," he muttered while jabbing some numbers in covering it with his other hand so I wouldn't see. "Is going to be your room." Then he opened the door and grabbed my wrist.
"Shower and get ready."
With that he slammed the door locking me inside once again.
I was locked once again.
This room was much nicer than the once I was shackled to when I first arrived. I looked at the king sized bed and gasped when I saw the dress and the heels next to it.
It was stunning. I rushed over and ran my hand down the dress, admiring the beauty that it had.
I looked further around the room. There was a large electric fireplace and it had a white modern sofa with a coffee table in front of it with a bunch of magazines.
I pushed open the door to what I assumed was the bathroom. As predicted it was. There was a large shower that could fit at least ten people and a bath in the other corner.
I walked towards the mirror in front of the modern sink and gasped. I looked terrible. My face was pale and sickly looking. I had dark under eye circles and my hair was a complete mess.
My school uniform was dirty, the white shirt was ripped and had dirt smudged all over it. My skirt was crimped and if my mom saw the state my expensive uniform was in she'd surely have my head.
I stripped my clothes off from my skinny body and turned the shower on. As soon as it got hot, I stepped inside and started to scrub myself.
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I stared at my reflection. The dress was stunning. My hair was braided into a halo. And the hope earrings really complimented the look I was going for.
The heels made my legs longer which was great.
A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts.
"What?" I grumbled out.
Harry entered, his eyes snaked down my body and then landed back on my face and he smirked.
"Love, if you weren't my best friend's sister. I'd fuck you."
My mouth flew open, "you're truely disgusting!" I strolled past him. But I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach.
Digest them. You need to keep your head clear to escape.
He gave me his arm to help me walk downstairs, I didn't protest. I'm not that good in walking with heels. When we reached downstairs, Liam stood there at the bottom. Talking with two other men.
At the sound of my heels hitting the floor, they all looked up. I watched as the two men's faces gape and Liam just watched me with no emotion.
"Harry, when I told you to get a dress. I didn't mean a dress to show all my sister's skin." Liam snapped as we reached them.
"I think it looks hot." Harry's hand snaked around my waist and pulled me towards him. He brought his lips near to my ear and kissed it.
"And she thinks it looks hot too," he whispered into my ear. Sending chills down.
Liam raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Hands off," he snapped. Before going back into the intense conversation he was having with the two other men.
Harry ignored Liam's request and kept his arm around my waist.
The two men Liam was talking with walked off and Liam's full attention fell back on us.
"Now," he said staring at me. "We're going to an important Circle event. If you fucking make a scene, I will not hesitate to have you punished." He leaned in close to the other side of me and his fingers caressed my cheek. "And I'd rather not punish my baby sister." He smirked and Harry laughed beside me.
Harry's arm stayed around my waist as we all walked outside to the driveway. A sleek Mercedes was park and we all got in. Unfortunately I had to get into the middle. Two others cars were in front of us and three were at the back for protection.
I was silent during the entire ride as Harry and Liam talked about business in code that I didn't understand.
