The Game

Twenty-eight

It's been one week since the murder of my friend and it feels like it's been a lifetime.

"What do you reckon we will do today?" Zara questions as she lay in bed.

"Same as every other god damn day.. Sit in this room and wait to be beaten and raped?" I sigh.

"Hmm probably"

"I wonder if they've called off the search party for us" she sits up in bed.

"I don't know"

"Do you reckon everyone has moved on with their life?"

"I don't fucking know! I've been in the same situation as you for the whole time. I don't fucking know and why are you asking so many questions today? You've not spoken for the last four days and now you won't shut up!" I lean my back against the wall and tilt my head back.

"Fucking hell I was only trying to make conversation! I won't bother, we will just sit in silence from now on" she huffs and lays back down in bed.

I know we shouldn't be fighting but I just feel like I need to sometimes sit in silence and not talk. Take some time out for myself as I please others all day long I just need my time.

We sit in blissful silence for a while, the problem with no clock in our room is that a while can feel like ten minutes or ten hours we don't know.

"I'm sorry" I whisper in the dark.

"It's OK, me too" Zara whispers back.

I hear her deep breathes "I just feel you've given up. You were the reason I was fighting and now it feels you've stopped and I don't like it. I don't like what's happened to you, when I thought I was broken you were there to pick me up to give me hope that this isn't forever. But now I've started to realise this maybe is forever because if you aren't getting us out, no one is" I hear the sound of her hurried breathing.

"I don't know what to say, maybe I have? I didn't want to and it wasn't the plan but you know when you've just given it your all and if that isn't enough then what else can I give. I've lost everything, my family, my bestfriend and most of all myself. I don't know who I am anymore I've lost myself in this nightmare" I rest my head on my knees.

"It's a shame I thought you were gonna beat them" she cries.

"Me too"

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We sit at the table and watch the boys eat dinner, we have a full plate in front of us but we both haven't eaten for days. For some unknown reason we just don't feel like stuffing our mouths full with food.

"You know you both are starting to look ill and it's not attractive" Louis eyes us both up.

"You'll die soon if you don't eat something" Niall opens his mouth to speak while chewing on steak.

"Oh god.. What a shame" I push my food around my plate with my fork, I wonder if I can kill them with a fork?

"I'd watch what you're saying" Harry mumbles.

After they've finished eating Harry, Liam and Louis stand.

"Right bitches Niall's in charge, we are going out. Behave.. All doors and windows are locked" Harry glances over to me.

They quickly have a little chat with Niall in the hallway before leaving the house. I watch as Niall walks back in and sits down, "You going to eat that?" he eyes my steak up.

I shake my head and watch as he stabs his fork into the juciy meat and pulls it onto his plate.

"Where have they gone?" I ask.