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.


53. The Sound Of Freedom

***Beth's POV***

I stared silently out at the cold dark sky, longing to step out of this prison and be free. Yes, I am alive. Barely though. When my father took me he brought me to an old, abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. The room I was given was more of a jail cell than a room. The main door is always locked and there are bars over the windows. There is a small bed in the corner and a closet filled with a few clothing items. Everything is just so dull, so sad. I usually find myself staring out the window just hoping that soon I'll get out of this hellish prison and gain my freedom. His goal, my father's, was to take me away from everyone and everything I loved and make me his slave. Well, he achieved his goal. Not a single moment goes by without my mind on Liam. I see his perfect brown eyes every time I close mine. Just the through of him makes tears fall from my gray eyes. Currently I am sitting on the windowsill staring out at the large gray field of grass, rain pouring down. Everything was silent except for the small sound of the rain hitting the thin roof. After a while the sound of loud footsteps banished the silence. My door flew open and a man, a monster I called my father stumbled in, drunk as usual. My eyes turned towards him and for a moment mine met his. I quickly turned away, tying to hide the tears in my eyes. He lumbered over to me and pulled me up by the collar of my shirt and threw me against the wall.

"You stupid little bitch." He hissed, pushing me farther against the wall. "Hah! Are those tears?! You fucking cry baby!" 

I felt another hot tear stream down my pale cheek. "P-please." I choked out.

He punched my cheek hard and I fell to the ground. "You think by saying please I'll stop?" He laughed evilly.

"Just stop hurting me. Let me go home." I whispered, still on the ground.

"This is your home you little bitch. Don't you ever think about running away from me again because I will come after you and I will kill you. You and your little friends. Just to make it fun, I'll kill your little boyfriend right in front of your eyes." He spat.

"P-please don't hurt them. Please! Hurt me all you want! Kill me! Just please. Please don't hurt them." I cried out.

He kicked me in the gut. "Shut up you slut! Don't talk back!"

I lay there, limp on the ground. I was like his little punching bag. He took everything out on me.

"I'm going out! Try and escape and I'll kill that Payne boy like that." She seethed, snapping his fingers.

He kicked m one more time in the gut before I head his loud footsteps walking away. The door slammed shut after him and Ih heard it being locked from the outside with a key. I lay there on the floor of my cell, almost lifeless. He had gotten me. He had gotten me good. I heard him pull away in his car and finally the roaming silenced filled my ears once more. I slowly sat up, my back leaning against the wall and I looked down at my scraped up hands. My fingers traced the five small white scars on my left wrist, remembering how they had appeared on my wrist only two years ago. I slowly and carefully stood up and walked over to my bed. I began playing with the bobby pin I had found under the mattress. I twisted the thin wire around in my finger. My eyes darted from place to place. My eyes finally landed on the door knob. I slowly, shakily got up and stumbled over to it. I ran a finger across the gold plated door handle and my finger finally ending at the keyhole. I looked through the small keyhole and saw a small hallway with a staircase that went downstairs at the end. I looked down at the bobby pin then back at the keyhole. I slowly slid the pin into the hold and picked at the clock. Finally I heard the wonderful click of the door being unlocked. The sound of freedom. I slowly opened the door as it creaked. After three weeks, my feet finally touched the other side of the door. Finally... finally I was free. I took my first steps out of the room and found myself walking down the hallway to the stairs. I made my way slowly down the stairs and found myself in a room with a beat up couch and a TV in the corner. The living room. I ran my finger along the wooden table that was beside the couch. My bare feet made no sound as I stepped on the cold wooden floor. I walked over to a door in the corner and opened it slowly. I found his coats inside. The small of him made me almost sick. I was about to shut the door when something in the back of the closet caught my eye. My eyes wandered over the smooth wood that had caught my eye in the back of the dark, musty closet. My hand slowly reached toward it and finally my hands rested on the cool wood. I pulled it out and examined it slowly. It was a guitar. Almost like Liam's. I ran my finger along the strings and wood and stared at the beautiful guitar before me. I finally recognized it. It was my mums. When I was younger she would always play me songs on the guitar before I went to sleep. I shut the closet door and examined at a little more. I slowly set it down on the couch and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a banana, a loaf of bread and a bottle of water before grabbing the guitar. I wasn't going to risk running away. I wasn't going to risk the love of my live's life. I would never let anyone give their life for me, if I had to though, I would give my life for them. I rushed upstairs and shut the door behind me. I quickly ate the food before turning to the guitar. I held it softly in my arms before beginning to strum it. It hadn't been tuned in a while so I began tuning the strings. As I was tuning it I heard a car pull up outside. He was back. I looked around in panic, looking for a place to hide the instrument. My eyes landed on the closet. I ran over to it and shoved it deep into the closet. Just as the door of the room opened I had sat myself at my usual place on the window ledge. My father's horrid face appeared before me. He held something up to me. The bobby pin.

"What. Is. This?" He asked in an angered voice.

I didn't respond.

"I asked what is this!" He yelled. "Not fucking answer me!"

"A- a pin." I choked out.

"Yes I realize that you fucking bitch. Why is it here?!" He yelled.

"I- I don't know." I stuttered.

"Bullshit! Who knew my little girl could pick locks." He smirked his evil grin.

He slammed me up against the wall then to the ground.

"If I EVER see that you leave this room again without my permission, I will personally find your little boyfriend and I will bring him here. Then I will kill him right in front of you, or better yet, you in front of him." He seethed.

"No. Please no." I croaked.

He kicked me repeatedly.

"No what did you take?!" He yelled.

"B-bread. Banana. W-water." I stuttered out shakily.

He glared at me. Once more I felt the sharp pain in my side as he picked me and punched me and spalled me repeatedly. There and then, I knew. I knew that I would never see Liam Payne again. Not him or the lads or the girls. I would die a slow, merciless death right here on this floor. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But I would. I would die not for the sympathy of myself but for the lives of he ones that matter most to me. I would die for my family.

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