Held Captive (Harry Styles)

Chapter Three

•Trevor•

"You're going to buy a woman, again?" I ask my brother, Harry, in disbelief. He had one already, but he was stupid enough to make the poor lady pregnant, so he threw her off the streets and left her with a child in her womb.

"Lock the gates, guard the house while I'm gone." He bluntly spoke, ignoring my question as he stormed out of the house. I sigh in frustration. Our parents has passed away three years ago, and that accident brought a big impact on Harry. He was older than me, and he was more responsible than I am. But now that our parents are gone, he's changed. He would always bring a girl home by the evening, and kick her out by the morning. He would always come home late, and drunk. He would always lock himself up on his room, and he wouldn't come out unless if he was hungry or if he was going out to the bar.

He wasn't the brother that I've come to know.

And knowing that he'd buy a girl again for his own pleasure, makes me want to leave him and start a life without him. But I couldn't leave, because he was the only family that I have left. I couldn't leave him just yet.

I just couldn't.

•Harry•

I drove downtown to go to have a few drinks at the bar, just to ease my stress. I know Trevor was only worried, because he didn't want me to do something illegal, especially to the eyes of Jesus. We were known as the holy ones, but that had changed after our parents died.

It was unbearable. I couldn't think. I couldn't eat. I couldn't do anything but stare at the walls of my room. Anything but to lock myself up. Anything but to cry myself to sleep.

The only thing that they've left, was their savings. Which was more than a billion dollars. But I told myself that I did not needed money. I just needed the warmth of my parents' embrace. To feel my dad's pat on my shoulder, and to feel my mum's kiss on my forehead.

But that would only exist in my dreams.

As I arrived the area, I see plenty of men walking inside the bar. There's a tarpaulin on the sidewalk that says, "Auctioning women today!"

My eyes ignites with excitement, making me park the immediately as I saw the sign. I'm not really happy with the thought of buying off women, but for some reason, it makes me feel less unhappy. It makes me feel somewhat complete.

I hurried to the entrance, and had seen one spotlight at the center of the stage. It was lighting the thick red curtains, and a microphone stand. It means that the auctioning hasn't begun yet. I bring out my wallet quickly, checking if my check was here, and luckily, it is. I put it back inside my pocket as I wait for the event to start.

•Georgina•

I was awakened by a cold slap of water on the face. My eyes forcefully opens, and I quickly sit up. My chest was beating too quickly again as I saw my father with an unknown woman. She looks about forty. Or so her make up tells me that she's forty, because she wore too much. She was wearing a uniform that was similar to mine, but her uniform was much more appropriate than mine.

"Father, where am I?" I ask him in a whisper, still having no control over my panic attack. This was all too much for one day, and suffice it to say, it has never reached to the point where my father would bring me somewhere at three o'clock in the morning. The thought of him laying his hands on me makes me cringe.

"Okay, how much is she?" She asks my father, and my eyes widened in shock. No, it couldn't be possible. My father wouldn't dare.

But he would. My subconscious adds. Now's not the time to be apprehensive. Now's not the time to be frightened.