A Thousand Years (Sequel to Red)

The moment you realize that in the blink of an eye you have lost everything, its the most terrifying moment of my life. As I drive away from not only my friends, but my family the recent events played in my head. Its hard to believe that in an instant you can looses everyone important to you. Here I am, driving away from the people who picked me up when I fell down and got me where I am today. The people whom I called my family.

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58. Drip

***Beth's POV***

Drip.

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My heavy eyelids slowly opened and I could barely see the outlines of my room. I was laying on the mattress, on of my arms hanging off the side. Little drips of red liquid were falling from my fingertips. I weakly moved my fingers toward me to examine the liquid. Blood. I slowly sat up, my whole body aching. I could almost taste the blood in my mouth, I looked down at my body. There were cuts everywhere and I was only in my undergarments. I looked around the room for some kind of clue to what had happened to me. Finally, everything came back to me. He had raped me. My own father... raped me. I could feel a hot liquid trickle down my cheek. I slowly got up, pulling the thin blanket around my almost naked body and lumbered over to the window and sat down. I remembered begging him to just kill me then and there because I couldn't deal with the pain. I looked down at my blood covered hands and let a tear fall. I had now been here for four months, honestly, I don't know how I'm still alive.It was probably somewhere near early January now, I had missed Louis's birthday, Christmas, New Years Eve. I probably also missed Zayn's birthday. It had been so long since I had seen the sun shine, feel the warmth on my face. I coud hear the door to the room being unlocked but I didn't bother turn my head.

"Well look who's up." I female voice said.

I didn't respond, I just continued to look out the window.

"Look at me!" Danielle spat.

Still my head did not turn. I could hear her heels clicking on the floor as she walked over to me. He took my chin into her hand and turned my face towards her. For a moment she stared at my bloody face and hands but her attention went back to me.

"Are you happy now?" I finally croaked out.

"What do you mean am I happy now?!" She hissed.

"Was this your plan? To practically kill me just to get him?" I asked her in my hoarse voice.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "You get what you deserve bitch."

"So just because I got Liam, it means that I deserve to be beaten every day of my life, I get to be called unforgivable things. And now rape?" I choked out, tears sliding down my cheeks.

Her eyes widened for a moment. "He raped you?"

"Yeah, didn't he brag about it to you?" I hissed.

"N-no... you probably deserved it though!" She spat, snapping out of it.

"Why are you here? So you can throw more insults at me?!" I asked.

"No." She glared. "I'm just here to watch you."

I glared at her. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into Danielle."

She rolled her eyes. "I know exactly what I got myself into. You stay here forever and I get Liam. It will all work out perfectly."

"Don't you get it?! Liam hates you more than ever now! You are the reason why we broke up and now you're the reason why I'm here! Why I'm gone!" I screamed as loud as I would allow myself.

I felt her hand slap my cheek.

"Shut up bitch. Did I say you could speak?!" She asked.

I glared at her. "Piss off."

"Well I was going to give you an update on how everyone is doing but... I guess I'll just leave then." She said, turning towards the door.

"How do I know you're not going to lie about how they are?" I spat.

She pulled something out of her bag. A tabloid? Really?

"This." She glared.

She tossed in my lap and turned back to the door. "Amuse yourself."

She walked out the door, locking it behind her. My bloody hands reached for the magazine. All five of the boy's faces were on the cover as well as mine. The main headline was England's Sweetheart Gone Missing?. I stared at the cover for a moment, my eyes glued to Liam's face. His perfect brown eyes, his amazing smile. I felt a tear slide down my cheek and I opened the magazine. As I read the tears kept falling.

England's Sweetheart Gone Missing?

Its been four months since the disappearance of British singer, Elizabeth Ashton. On October 3rd Ashton was taken from her home that she shared with fellow singer and boyfriend, Liam Payne. Friends of Ashton have suspected that her father, Steven Ashton who was only a week before bailed out of prison, was her kidnapper. There are no leads on where Elizabeth is or if she is even alive. We had a recent interview with the boys of one Direction. We asked Liam how he would feel if Elizabeth was in fact dead. Liam replied, "I don't know what I would do. Elizabeth... she is my life.". Clearly Payne is still in shock that his long time best friend and girlfriend has been abducted and we wish the best for her. We also asked Liam's bandmates how they felt about the situation. Fellow bandmate, Louis replied, "Elizabeth, she is like a sister to all of us. She is a part of our family and we literally need to get her back. She is a strong girl and I know she'll fight but we saw the way her father treated her and it makes all of us worried.". Well we all hope that Elizabeth Ashton is okay and that we find her soon.



The tears fell as I read the article. I flipped through the magazine and I saw a picture of Liam and Danielle... holding hands. A tear slid down my cheek as i stared at the picture, horrified. Had he really moved on? To Danielle? To the girl who took part in my kidnapping, to our breakup? The door opened and a smirking Danielle walked in.

"I see you saw the picture. Its quite a cute picture don't you think?" She smirked.

I looked up at her, giving her a death glare.

"Stay away from him!" I spat at her.

"Oops. Too late. He's mine sweetheart. Get over it." She chuckled.

"No! Because I know he doesn't love you! He hates you!" I screamed, my voice cracking.

"Hush. No need for the lies coming out you your little mouth." She smiled.

I was abut to get up and tackled her when she held a finger out in front of me.

"Ah, I wouldn't do that. Wouldn't want to get beaten anymore." She said.

"You are going to pay for this." I spat.

"Pay for what? I'm not doing a thing wrong." She said, sitting in the small wooden chair.

"Not doing anything wrong?! You helped kidnap me! You slap me all the time!" I yelled.

"Oh my god. Shut up." She groaned, tilting her head back. "You're so annoying, I can see why he abuses you."

"You know nothing!" I hissed.

She shrugged. "I know enough. I know more than you think I know. I know your full name is Elizabeth Leah Ashton. I know you were born on February 11th 1994 to Evelyn and Steven Ashton at 3:45 am. I know that you met Liam at preschool on August 20th 1998 and you were wearing a light pink dress and he was wearing a blue plaid shirt. You two drew two drawings, you drew a flower, he drew a spaceship. You were the one who convinced Liam to audition for the X Factor both times. I know that you went over to his house every day after school until his auditions. I know that when Liam left the second time you began to hate him because he never contacted you. I also know that your mum died at 11:23 pm on November 17th 2011. I know all about your childhood memories, I know all about how your father abused you. I know everything Ashton. Don't ever doubt me." She smirked.

I stared at her in disbelief. She knew it all. Everything.

"Do you know anything else about the day Liam and I met?" I choked out.

She thought for a moment. "Nope. Why is there more?"

Yes, the color of the crayon I handed to him. "No." I mumbled.

"Don't ever underestimate me Elizabeth Ashton. I know more than you could ever guess." 

Thats what terrified me the most.

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