Barely Holding On [H.S]

Eight

Addie's POV:
I woke up on a couch, my neck, back, and my torso sore. My neck and back were probably sore from this couch, but I don't know why my torso would hurt. I sat up and started to stretch, but stopped and winced as soon as I felt the pain increase through my waist and rib area. I started rubbing my neck as I looked around the room. Oh my god. This isn't the hotel room. The memories from before I passed out flooded into my mind and the pain around my torso made sense.

I have to get out of here. After a few seconds of struggling, I rose from the couch, wincing again at the pain that coursed through my upper body. I forced myself to try to ignore it as I walked up to the closed door. I grabbed the handle and tried to twist it, but it was locked. Shit. I twisted and struggled with the knob, not caring anymore if anyone heard me. The pain was getting worse in my ribs as I pulled and shook the knob violently but I ignored it. After a few minutes of pathetic attempts to get the door open, I finally gave up and leaned my back against it.

I thought of what they are going to do to me when they come in here. Will they kill me? Oh no. Has he done anything to Ed? What did Ed do when he came home to find me gone and the place a mess? Was Harry still there? Did Harry beat him? Did the whole group beat him? Was he kidnapped and put in another room? Or worse, did they kill him?

All these questions repeat themselves in my head as I start to sob and slide down the door until my butt hit the floor. The pain increased even more as I cried, so I wrapped my arms around my ribs and stomach in attempts to lessen the pain. It didn't work and I continue to sob. It was hard to breathe, I could only take shallow breaths without agonizing pain. I just sat on the ground and tried to breathe right without breaking down again for what must've been about ten minutes before I heard someone's footsteps coming towards me. I hurried and tried to get up through the pain so I don't get hit with the door as it opens.

Just as I get back onto the couch, the door swings open and there stands Harry. He just stands there with a blank expression on his face as I stare at him in horror.

"Ha- Harry." I finally speak up after a few moments of unbearable silence. It hurts to even speak.

"No, it's your precious Ed here to save the day." He sarcastically remarks as he sits down on the couch across from me. My hearts tightens at the mention of his name.

"What did you do to him?" I say, another tear falling down my cheek. Harry notices and his face seems to falter for a moment showing... Pity? I didn't have a chance to tell before he recovered and went back to his blank expression.

"We haven't done anything to him, but he's probably crying his eyes out or something by now. Well you weren't there when he returned and your room was a mess when we left it, so he most likely knows that you've been taken again. Since you decided to tell him everything, I assume." He paused to wait for an answer, but when one didn't come, he continued.

"He's going to blame himself, too. He's going to feel responsible for this and it's going to tear him apart." Harry said, trying to torture me with words.

"No, he will come and find me." I looked down and said, quiet enough for him to not be able to hear.

"No he won't, babe. And even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to find you. We've gone somewhere even more remote this time. Even more hidden than Woodbury, and nobody except the five of us boys know where it is. Nobody else in the world even knows it exists." He let out a laugh.

"Oh and, the plexiglass windows open and all doors remain locked at all times, and can only be opened with a special number you scan with ultra violet light written in invisible ink on each of our wrists, except yours of course," He said with a smile and emphasizing the word 'plexiglass' out of pride for his idea, I assume. "And it's also so nobody can get in. Not just so you can't get out." He stated as he started walking towards the door.