Stolen (Sequel To Capture)

Forty

"Please, don't hurt him!" I begged frantically feeling the fingers wrapped tightly around my arms. Harrison gripped harder leaving what I could only imagine to be very gruesome bruises in a day or two.

Regaurdless I still struggled against him doing my best to try to get back to Liam. I couldn't see through my tears and my snot ran down my chin, but it didn't matter, what did was getting free.

My thrashing must have annoyed Harrison because he bent down and scooped me up effortlessly heaving me over his shoulder. "Stop wiggling around!" He commanded.

Eventually I did.

He left me in a different room than before, this room was far better living conditions than the one I'd been confined too for my time here. God knows how long that is anymore. I rattled the handle of the door testing the lock but it was bolted shut. I groaned turning around in frustraition. No matter how nice the new quarters were it was still a prison, and I was still trapped.

My head ached.

The dizziness hit quickly as my nausea took over. I was used to it by now, morning sickness wasn't pleasant but I was greatful each time to just know that I was still pregnant and the baby was still healthy.

It wasn't like Trey was marching in doctors to care for me, I was on my own, me and my baby, fighting to survive.

Sitting down on the bed in the center of the room I pushed my head between my knees waiting for the dizzy spell to pass.

Something was wrong. My head was still spinning and I'd started to sweat cold even though the room felt chilled. My vision started to blur as I wreched violently over the side of the bed.

I heard the click of the door open but I couldn't bother looking up, my body crumpling into the bed, on the verge of passing out.

"Emma?"

I turned seeing brown eyes, kind and welcoming. "Liam?" I questioned faintly trying to gather myself.

The man step forward, blue eyes, not brown.

Trey.

I felt his hands press the sides of my head holding me steady. "Stay with me Emma!" He nodded encouragingly, before I passed out.

...

He pulled open the door with a smile but it faded upon seeing my face. I'd been crying, clearly upset with watery mascara marks tracked down my cheeks. "I didn't know where to go." I shrugged.

"Em," Harry pulled me in to the room with a hug and I melted into him. Wrecked, like a child hugging their mom after a bad fall, he tucked me under his chin. "You can always come to me."

The pain and heartache I felt slowly started to vanish in that moment as he held me. It felt familiar, just like he used to hold me.

Neither of us spoke, the silence connecting us, drawing us closer as we listened to one anothers breathing.

He thumbed circles into my back soothing me mumbling about how it would all be ok and that he would never let anyone hurt me. I wasn't really listening to the words, just focused on the sound of his voice, low and horse. I could feel it reverberate in his chest as I clung to him.

"Liam and I split up." I finally whispered.

"I'm sorry." He responded slowly. "I hate seeing you upset like this."

"Seems like it's everyday these days."

"What can I do to help?"

"You're doing it."