Fight For You {Book 2 completed}

*Sequel to Only You* It is said that time heals all wounds, but Ally’s cuts just keep getting deeper and deeper. She thinks the horror is over when Damen is locked away, but little does she know. What will she think when she starts getting cryptic little ‘presents’ on her doorstep early in the morning? And how will she react when there is a note left, threatening the people she loves? Little does Ally know that the horror is hardly over.
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33. Falling apart - Part 1

Damen stood with his arms folded across his chest, his eyes burning a hole through me. His pale skin stretched over his bones and the dark circles underneath his eyes were gloomier than ever. His pupil grew bigger until it almost covered most of his eyed. Damens lips stretched into an evil smirk.

I stood rooted to the ground, I couldn’t move at all. My eyes were fixed on his gaze. Just then muffling sounds of a voice alerted me. I looked directly behind Damen, there crouched down was Kelly. By her was a poor tortured…

“Zayn!” I yelled. My main goal was to save him, to get him away from those horrible people. I somehow managed to take control of my legs and ran. I ran towards Zayn, I ran to save his life, not caring for my own.

I soon found that I could move no more when Damen’s hand shot out and held me by the waist. I twisted and turned. I tried to loosen his grip, but nothing worked. “Let me go!” I yelled at him. I could hear the police sirens outside, and lots of chatter. “Let me go!” I shouted louder.

“No can do, angel.” His vile voice whispered in my ear. His other arm snaked around and gripped me tighter to the point where it was hard for me to breath. I lifted my head up and looked towards Zayn.

Kelly was still by him but this time she held a crimson red glowing metal rod. I looked between the two of them and my eyes widened. She wouldn’t, she couldn’t hurt my Zayn. I wouldn’t let her. Kelly stepped forward with the rod and pointed it as Zayn. I could see the fear in his eyes. I could see the sweat forming on his skin. I could see worry and panic written all over his face.

“Stop!” I shouted at Kelly. She froze and turned to look at me. A devilish smirk grew wider on her face.

“Oh hello Ally. Come to watch your friend get tortured?” She asked in a high pitched voice. I could sense the evilness dripping from her voice.

“Leave him alone!” I screeched. Zayn looked towards me and shook his head violently. The poor guy had tape around his mouth. “Please leave him alone. You have me now, let him go.” I said calming my voice down a little. I looked up at Damen. He still had me in his death grip.

“So I have.” He pressed me to his sweaty chest and sighed. “You don’t know how much I have missed having you in my arms.” He roughly lifted my head up so I was looking at him square in the eyes. “And soon my… I mean our, little baby will be in my arms too.” My eyes widened.

“No…” I whispered in shock. Damen removed a hair from my face.

“Oh yes, my love. We will be one big happy family.” Damen pressed his dry lips against my cheek, and then pulled away. I could smell the alcohol and cigarettes in his breath; they were making me a little light headed. “But first we need to take care of the extra ‘guests’ you brought along.” Damen mumbled.

I suddenly felt myself being dragged along beside Damen towards the entrance where I came in from. He pushed the door with his foot and made himself visible to the crowd of police. “I'm sorry my love.” He whispered in my ear before pulling me in front of him and placing a knife to my neck.

I remember the last time he did this. The last time he had cut me. I still had the scar to prove it. The very same scar that had the ability to reduce me to tears. The very same scar I learnt to live with. I felt the sharp metal against my skin. No he was going to do it again I could sense it.

“All of you will stay back!” Damen shouted to the police. “No one, I repeat no one will come in!” He yelled again. I could see Niall and Eleanor and even Kyra was there. I looked around the crowd.

My eyes landed on Liam, Harry and Louis. They all had the look of shock horror on their faces. Liam expression suddenly changed and he launched forward aiming for Damen. But Louis and Harry held him back. I could feel Damen smirk. “If anyone intrudes, I will kill this girl.” He shook me, “and her friend.” Damen’s head gestured to the building behind him. “Ta everyone!” he yelled, before dragging me back inside.

“I will kill you!” I heard Liam’s voice yell. My heart stung, maybe I never should have left his side. All I wanted now was to be in his arms.

“Good luck with that.” I heard Damen mumble to himself. Soon Kelly and Zayn came back into my view. I sighed in relief that she didn’t hurt him yet. Or so I thought. The metal rod was now placed in the huge fire that was made in the middle of the room. It was getting hotter and redder by the second. I could feel sweat form on my skin and the blood pump around my body.

Kelly then lifted the rod up and held the cold part in her hand. She neared Zayn once again. “I’m going to enjoy this.” she mumbled. I struggled once again, trying to get Damen off me, but it was no use. His gripped tightened even more; I was sure that there was his finger marks imprinted in my skin, permanently.

“Kelly stop.” Damen ordered her. Kelly stopped and turned around. Her face now showed annoyance and anger. Oh no, this cannot be good.

“Why Damen? Why should I stop?” She asked in a mocking tone flinging the rod around not bothering to see that my Zayn was trying very hard to avoid it.

“Why?! You’re asking me why?!” Damen then raised his voice. Oh no, this cannot be good either. “Because I f-ing said so bitch!” he yelled at her.

Kelly now turned fully towards us, stepping away from Zayn. She walked crookedly towards us. “Until now Damen, I have done what you asked. I have fulfilled every bit of your tasks. I have helped you get this… cow!” she shouted gesturing towards me.

“Hey! Don’t you dare call her that! If anyone is a cow here, it’s you!” Damen yelled back at her. I noticed that his grip began to loosen on me. Maybe if he paid more attention to Kelly, he would let me go. I looked above and prayed it would.

“Oh so I’m the cow?!” Kelly screeched. “If I’m such a cow, why would I help you do all this!?” She gestured towards Zayn. “She doesn’t even love you Damen. She will never love you like I did, do and always will!” Kelly finished.

Well, this was news to me. Kelly liked Damen, and not even once did Damen show any interest in her. Damen sighed in annoyance. “I don’t like you Kelly. I even told you this. I have never liked you and never will!” He roared.

Just then he let me go. Yes, finally. I stood there awkwardly by his side, hoping he didn’t realise. I had to play it smart now. I couldn’t have him see me free. I had to plan how I was going to get Zayn free and get us both out of here.

“You see! I did this all for you. So we could be together, but you just care about that bitch!” Kelly shouted, stepping more closely towards Damen. The hot rod was still in her hands. I wondered if she…

“She is not a bitch! You are! I did this to get the love of my life.” He stepped towards Kelly. They were now head to head. Both were angry and both looked like they wanted to murder each other. “I told you, that you could have any of the other boys. You chose that guy.” He pointed towards Zayn he still lay scruffy on the ground.

“I didn’t want any of them! I wanted YOU!” Kelly cried, she lifted the hot metal rod and struck Damen in the arm. Damen roared out loud and swore. He dropped to his knees before pulling the metal rod out of Kelly’s hands and hitting her in the stomach with it. They both were now on the floor in pain.

Something from the ceiling above fell down into the bonfire. The flames reached out and got even bigger. The flames were three times the size of me, and I could really feel the heat. This was getting out of control, if I wanted to get myself and Zayn out of this alive, I had to do it now.

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