Held Captive (Harry Styles)

Chapter Two

I walked home, not wanting to spend a cent using my salary. I'd rather starve to death than spend it. I've been saving for my entire life so I could get away from my father's grip. I walked home wearing my uniform, of course. And by uniform I meant hot pink laced panties, black stockings, high heels, and a bra.

I'm not proud with my job. But I'm proud that I'm earning money. Yes, I'm earning them in a bad way, but I had no choice. I never even got the opportunity to attend High School.

As I arrived the house, I see father and his friends drinking beer, obvious that all of them are drunk. I've always chosen to ignore them, and just follow them. Nothing bad will happen to me if I do the same routine. If I remain quiet.

"Georgina! Come here!" My father slurs as he sees me. My heart began racing, and my hands began trembling. This was not the time to panic, nor to be afraid. It was not the time to show weakness in front of him and his friends.

I swallow, taking one sharp breath before walking up to reveal myself. Our house has two stories, and a garage. And by garage, I meant drinking area. We don't have a car. Father sold it because he has an addiction to gambling. I kept my money under the bed, and he spent his with beer and lots of unnecessary objects. He told me that I should be the one working, and not him because he told me that he spent his life raising me, and taking care of me. But really, all he did was hurt me.

"Sit here," He commands, patting his two hands on his lap as his friends eyed me. I attempt to avoid eye contact with them as I followed my father's command. I sit down on his lap, careful not to put my whole weight down. I was rather uncomfortable, really. Because knowing the fact that they're drunk, and I, coming home looking like this, makes me shiver in fear.

"Lads, meet my daughter, Georgina." Father says as he rubs my thigh, squeezing it every now and then. My chest started rising up and down rapidly, making it hard to hide that I was indeed nervous and apprehensive. It just felt wrong.

"Your daughter seems delicious, Martin." His friend said, making me shift uncomfortably. "I'd love to take a bite," He adds. Their eyes were skimming my body up and down, and it was terrifying. Of course I should get used to it by now, because I've been used for pleasure for five years. But innocence and respect has never left my body. I wished I never care, though. I wished I was with my mother. I wished I was happy.

Father's hand suddenly went up between my breasts, and I gasp. He puts his fingers inside my bra and snatches all the money before pushing me away, making my body fall onto the cemented floor. I gasp shortly, but quickly recovered as I saw his friends staring at me as if I was some kind of meat.

"If you don't mind, honey, I found all my money under your bed earlier." He said as he counts my salary with his fingers.

I stand up, holding both my elbows. "But f-father, that was m-my money," I tell him. He looks at me immediately, and I divert my eyes somewhere just to avoid his frightening gaze.

"It doesn't matter. I already spent it. Now fuck off and work," He spit. My lips parted, and my eyes widened in shock. He spent it?

"But father, that money was mine!" I raise my voice, finally finding the confidence within me. I didn't care if he'd hurt me, all I care about was my savings being spent by this monster.

"You are humiliating me, child." He spoke sternly, standing up as he clenches his jaw.

"You deserve to be humiliated! I spent all my life following your orders! And mother was right! You're a fucking sick bastard and you will rot in hell!" I scream, and he hit me right across the face. I stumble back against the wall, and he wraps his hands around my neck. His face was dangerously close to mine and I can't I can't I can't I can't breathe.

"Listen, bitch. You will not talk to me that way, or I'll bury you six feet underground." He threatens, tightening his grip on my neck. My eyes were beginning to water, and I couldn't help but let them stream down on my cheeks.

"Go to hell," I croaked in a whisper. He lets go of me and I fall onto my knees. I inhale deeply, absorbing air as much as I can as I cough. This is not the life I asked for.

"Your attitude has gone too far." He said. "And I'm going to fucking show you what exactly I'm capable of," He promises. I look up to see them. They were just as insane as my father. They have no mercy.

I see father nodding once, and two of his friends grabs me by my arm and I scream for help. Father wears his wicked smile as they led me to a car. I keep trying to punch and kick them, but one of them puts a soft cloth on my mouth and my nose, and I slowly drift away.

I fell asleep.