You Would Know

Abby Smith is a shy and kind-hearted 18 year old girl that lives in London, England. Although she doesn't show it, she is hiding very many emotions and feelings. Will she let her emotions out when she runs into national superstar and One Direction band member, Harry Styless and goes through Hell and back, just to be with him?


13. Pain

Abby's P.O.V.

I didn't know where I was or why I was there. All I remember is taking a shower. I was starting to feel a little better, whenever I heard the bathroom door shut. "Harry?" I called out. No answer. I looked out of the curtain and no one was there. He must've went out or something. I just ignored it and went back to washing my body. I felt the curtain wrap around my body and then black.
I woke up in a van. I had ropes tied around my hands and feet. "Hello, there."
"What? Where am I?" I had a massive migraine.
"That doesn't matter. It'll all be over soon." The large man in all black said, rubbing my cheek. I pulled away. "What's wrong?" He said, smiling.
"What's wrong? What the hell do you think? You just kidnapped me!" I spat.
"Well-" he was cut off from my phone ringing. He must've taken it off of the sink in the bathroom. "Excuse me." He took my phone out of my pocket. He looked at the name. "Harry." He said, smiling and then laughing.
"Hello, Harry." He said, with a smirk.
"Who the hell is this? And how do you know my name?" He said. I could tell he was pissed by the sound in his voice.
"You're little lady friend here has a nice little body." He said, laughing and looking me over. I was still naked.
"You leave Abby alone." He said. I could tell he was crying.
"I love you, Harry." I said.
"Shut up, bitch!" He slapped my face. "She'll be alone alright. With me."
"I will find you, and I will kill you." He hung up.
"Well, looks like I'm going to die!" He said, smiling.
"Harry will find you, you sick bastard." My face was stinging, but I was used to the pain.
"Can't wait!" He said with excitement. What the hell was wrong with this guy? He was happy about Harry going finding him and killing him. He kept staring at my nude body.
"Quit looking at me." I said with disgust.
"I can't, you're just so damn fine." He said, licking his lips.
"You're a disgusting freak. I'm eighteen fucking years old." He was obviously older than 30.
"Fresh bait." He said, winking.
"Why are you doing this?" He was getting closer and I kept backing away. He climbed on top of me. I tried to get him off, but he was too strong.
"Why wouldn't I be?" He said, smirking.
"Because its against the law to kidnap someone, dumbass." He punched my stomach.
"Say something else." He said.
He knocked the breath out of me, but I managed to get out a quick "Bite me."
"If you say so." He said, unzipping his pants.
"What the hell are you doing? I'm a virgin!" I yelled.
"That's even better." He said, smirking. He got me down and ripped my virginity apart. I was screaming and crying.
"Stop! That hurts! It hurts so bad." I said, feeling a tear fall down my cheek.
"It'll feel good in a second." He kissed my neck.
"I hope you burn in Hell for this, you sick fucker." I spit in his face. He punched my jaw. The pain kept getting worse and worse as he quickened his pace. "Please, stop. Please." I cried.
"Shut your whore mouth." He said, slapping my face.
"I wouldn't even be a whore if you didn't do this! I would still be a virgin!" I screamed at him. I gained my strength and punched him in the face as hard as I could, with my left hand. It immediately knocked him out. I took his jacket from him and wrapped it around my exposed body. I grabbed my phone. I opened the back van doors and jumped out, not thinking. My leg snapped. I let out a scream, but got up and limped to the sidewalk. I wasn't quite sure where I was until I looked at a street sign reading "Norbury St". I dialed Harry's number and he quickly picked up.
"Listen here, you sick bastard. I tracked Abby's phone down and I know where you are."
"Harry." I let out a small cry. "It's me."
"Abby! Baby! I'm on my way right now, okay? I'll be there in five minutes."
"Please stay on the phone wirh me. I'm so scared." I said, whining.
"Of course, baby. What happened? What did he do to you? And where is he?"
"He's gone. I'll explain everything when you get here. I want to tell you to your face."
"Okay, just make sure you're somewhere safe, where he can't get to you."
"Okay." I said, hiding behind a bush. About 3 minutes later, I saw Harry's car pull up on the side of the road. He quickly ran out, asking where I was. I limped out from behind the bush. Harry stood there and stared at me. I fell to the ground. My leg was hurting so bad. He sprinted to me and fell to his knees. He took off his jacket, helping cover me up more. He lifted me up, wrapping my arm around his shoulder and helping me to his car.
"Baby, are you okay?" He said, looking at my jacket covered body. It was then he noticed my purple leg. "Oh my God! What happened?!"
"I woke up in a van. I was still naked from where I was kidnapped while I was in the shower. I heard you talking to the guy and I said that I loved you and he slapped me in the face. After you had gotten off of the phone, he, he, raped me. I punched him in the face and knocked him out. Then I took his jacket and wrapped myself up in it. It was then that I stupidly decided to jump out of the back of the van, and broke my leg. Then I called you." Tears started falling down his face.
"I'm just glad that I have you here with me." He said, kissing me. "I never want to lose you again." He choked.
"I love you, Harry." I said, resting my forehead on his.
"I love you too, Abby." He said, looking into my eyes and kissing me again. "We should probably get you to a hospital now and do something about that." He said, pointing to my mangled leg.
"That sounds like I good idea." I said, laughing.
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