I was terrified.
Utterly terrified that I was even scared to breathe loudly.
"Hello darling," the man in front smirked. I looked over at Liam to see him staring daggers into my eyes. I looked over at Harry with pleading eyes but he refused to look at me.
"Eyes here." The man snapped. He was only a few inches taller than me. He had brown messy hair and dark blue eyes.
"Louis Tomlinson." He stretched his hand for me to shake. I stared at it, complementing if I should. But before he grabbed my hand and forcefully shook it.
"She's a difficult one eh?" He spoke to Liam.
Liam's eyes watched me. As he nodded. "Obviously." He scoffed. "She was raised by Meredith."
"Don't you talk bad about my–" I didn't have time to finish my sentence. Louis' hand raised and connected with my cheek, sending me falling sideways.
My eyes snapped to Liam's. Anger washed through me. "You think that bringing a man to put me in line will work?" I stood up. Dizziness passed through me but I didn't show a sign of weakness. I couldn't.
"You will pay for this." I nodded. "I will make sure of it."
~
I had been locked inside for two days. I could only guess the time of the day as the sun went up and down. Food was pushed through under the door and cleaned out only once I was dead asleep.
There had been no sign of Liam or Harry since my last encounter with the man Louis Tomlinson.
My head was pounding as thoughts circled my mind. I couldn't breathe at times because my mind overwhelmed me so much that I cried myself to sleep.
My mother's face flashed in my mind mixed with a younger version of Liam; my brother, along with my father doing unspeakable things to Liam making him the man he is today.
I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I was a wreck, my hair was knotty and dark prominent rings were underneath my eyes.
I sighed as I struggled not to cry as I discarded my clothes. I smelt horrible so I was glad to see fresh clothes along with my meal.
Bruises littered my skin in a range of colours. I traced them with my finger gently before hopping into the shower.
I didn't know what Liam planned to do with me. He's kept me locked up ever since I had that fight with him. I stared at the bruise on my hip which definitely appeared from when Harry threw me into the ground roughly preventing me from escaping Liam.
"Psychopath.." I whispered angrily.
I wrapped the towel around my body after I was finished and got myself dressed. As I was standing beside the bed thinking of what I should do next the bedroom door slammed open.
My eyes landed on Harry. He was dressed in a black shirt and tight black jeans. His curly hair was held back from his face with a black bandana, his dark green eyes landed on me before a smirk presented itself on his lips.
"Liam wants to see you Olivia," he stepped into the room and walked slowly towards me almost like a predator.
I wanted nothing more than to escape this room, I had been trapped in it and the four walls felt like they were closing up on me.
"Okay."
When he reached me his arms instantly snakes around my waist. My hands tried to push his chest away and he was stronger than me.
"Promise me you'll behave?" He pouted, leaning into me. "You don't want to see Liam mad again.. do you?" His voice sent chills down my spine as I shook my head. "Good girl." He smiled in satisfaction allowing me to pull away from him.
He grabbed my arm and led me out of the room into the same open spaced living room. I shivered at the memory when Harry slammed me against the floor during my argument with Liam.
As we came further into the living room I saw Liam. He was wearing a suit, sitting with his leg propped up against the coffee table.
His eyes snapped to us when he heard our footsteps.
He smiled at me darkly before standing up and fixing his blazer.
"I am going to assume you have learned your listen?" He asked walking closer to me.
"Yes." I whispered as he stood in front of me. "I have."
He smiled and reached out to caress my cheek. I looked away disgusted before I left Harry's painful pinch on my waist. I remembered his words to me in the bedroom minutes ago.
"Promise me you'll behave."
I turned back to Liam as he tugged a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"I want you to be apart of my family. You're my sister," he begun as he took my hand leading me to the couch. I followed hesitantly. I didn't know where this was going and I didn't exactly want to.
"But you need to prove your worth to me." The intensity of his eyes made me look away for a few seconds at Harry.
He was staring at me as well. His green eyes held no emotion. He was cold just like Liam. I was trapped with two monsters who refused to let me leave. Who abused me whenever they wanted. Both in different ways. Harry would dominate me sexually by kissing me and toying with me and Liam would aggressively physically abuse me, slapping and hitting me if I didn't follow whatever he wanted me to.
"How do I do that?" I asked looking back at Liam.
He chuckled darkly and I felt afraid.
I was a mouse between two lions.
