Bad Boy

My eyes are closed but the barrel of the gun is nested on the back of my head. My heart is racing, pouncing against my chest. It was beating so loudly I was surprised he couldn't hear it. I hadn't even got to lay my eyes on him, the man that would consume my fait. He has my life in his hands, and he loved every second of it. He wanted me scared, but I was not going to cower, I couldn't let him have that satisfaction. My eyes stayed close, but I knew I had to force them open. If I was going to die, he would have to look into my eyes as I did. He had to feel the pain that I would. I turned around, and opened my eyes. My voice had left, and there he was starring right back at me.


18. Bringing down the Heat

I sat there for an hour, and cleaned myself up. I tried to make myself look presentable, but it was no use.

"Hun, we are going to have to bring you down to the station for questioning, and your medical examination" Brock said. He didn't come in the room, he just let his head poke through the door.

"Okay, I will be down in a second" I said.

He closed the door, and left. I could hear his footsteps walking away from the door, and down the stairs.

I didn't want to be with him, I knew that now. I cared about him still, but the same old feelings weren't there. I don't even think I loved him, I couldn't even begin to compare the feelings that I have ever had for Brock to the feelings that I have for Niall.

It made me disgusted with myself.

I took a look at one of the pictures that I had with Brock. It was the one we took the night he asked me to marry him. I looked so happy that night, what happened to me.

It wasn't that I wasn't physically attracted to Brock, I mean he was almost perfect. He was tall, 6'2. He had dark brown hair, that could be mistaken for black. He wasn't tan, but he wasn't pale either.

His eyes were almost something like Niall's eyes. But Brocks were a deeper sea blue. I could get lost in Brocks, but Niall were something else. Brock was in good shape all around.

I couldn't put my finger on it, but something about it changed my mind about Brock.

I couldn't handle this anymore, I wanted to be with Niall. The feeling of not being with him made me feel like throwing up. My stomach was never settled, and I hadn't even been without him for a day.

I didn't feel like I was even me anymore, I felt like Niall had taken the real me with him. Of coarse I knew where they went. The hardest part was going to be lying to Brock about it. I never lied to him, and I was just hoping that he wasn't the one who was going to interrogate me.

We drove down to the station in complete silence. Were things ever going to be the same between me, and him again.

Even if they weren't I had to deal with it, Niall wasn't coming back for me. I knew he wasn't Harry wouldn't let him.

I took a deep breath, but we drove by the police station.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You are going to your examination" He said.

He didn't even look like he was happy to be with me anymore, and I couldn't scratch the feeling that he knew something.

I sat there on the bed, and they did so many tests on me. I was trying to keep track of it all, but it was nearly impossible.

Then they did the rape kit. The mention of the word rape made me flinch. There was flash backs to all the times I was with Harry.

I didn't want to talk about it, but I had to at some point. I wanted to lie to Brock, I didn't want to tell him what they had done to me it would crush him. But after my medical examination there was no hiding anything.

The medical exam took three hours, and then we were off to one of the interrogation rooms. It was dull, and grey. There sat a table with two chairs on opposite sides of it. The table was old, and warn down. There was the mirror, but obviously they could see me from outside.

"Babe everything is going to be fine now, they can't hurt you anymore okay? I am not going to let that happen to you ever again.. I need you to tell me what happened from the moment you left the bank."
He touched my hands over the table, he placed his ever so gently over top of mine. I closed my eyes, and did my best.

"I was out cold, and then when I woke up I was in a basement. It was filthy. I heard one of them coming down the stairs, and I hid behind them. I grabbed his leg through one of the gaps between the steps, and he fell to the ground. I was almost up the stairs when he grabbed me by the waist, and another one came to the top of the stairs. After that they decided that they needed to 'punish me' as they called it. "

I wasn't ready to continue the story, I couldn't find the words to describe what Harry had done to me, there were no words to even come close to the pain he put me through.

"What did they do to you?" Brock asked. He was looking at me I could tell, but my eyes were still closed trying to remember everything. His voice wasn't gentle or sweet anymore, he was angry and curious.

I couldn't get  those three simple words out of my mouth. The words weren't nearly good enough to describe what happened.

"They raped me" I said. I felt the tears start to roll down my face.

I closed my eyes, I couldn't bare to see Brocks eyes. I couldn't bare to watch him unhinge. A few weeks ago if someone would of hurt Brock the way that Harry hurt me I would have died inside. I couldn't possible figure out how he was feeling right now.

My eyes were sealed shut now, I was remembering every detail, every single moment that I had with Harry. I remembered when I locked him out of the bathroom.

How scared I was of him, how scared I was of what he could do to me. I remember hearing the first thump on the door, when he was trying to break it down. But this time the thump was real. My eyes burst open looking around the room for the source of the sound.

The mirror that I could once see myself in had been shattered to pieces. It still sat on the wall, but in so many pieces.

Brock had picked up the chair he was sitting on, and threw it at the wall. Before I had a chance to calm him down two police officers came in the room, and grabbed him.

They took him out of it, and left me in there by myself. I could hear Brock yelling from outside, and it scared me. I haven't seen eyes filled with such hatred since I looked into Harry's.

 I ran to the door, I wanted to go see Brock, and comfort him. A man about the same size as Brock came through the door as I was trying to leave. He stopped  me dead in my tracks, and picked me up. He set me back down in the chair I was originally in, and sat on the table in front of me.

He made me continue, and tell him everything that I knew about them. I lied to him about all the nights I spent with Niall, and all the talks that I had with Louis. I told him that I spent every night in the basement on the bed, and they barely let me leave unless it was to eat.

He bought it, well at least that is how it seemed. I just wanted Niall to stay safe.

I would give anything to see Niall again under any circumstances.

"Last question Brooklynn. Do you have any idea of where they might of taken off to?" He asked.

He closed the folder he was holding, and was staring directly at me. I was panicing, and I couldn't breath. I knew where they had left to, I had over heard them the first day I was there in the basement.

"They went to L.A." I said. I couldn't bother to look at him. I had just sold out Niall, and the boys. I had given them away.

He left the room, and I knew that he was telling them where they were.

I started to cry. "What have I done?" I thought to myself.

"Is anybody still out there?" I asked looking at the cracked Mirror.

A lady, I knew her, I had seen her somewhere before I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"What do you need Miss" The lady asked. She looked so tough. He had long red hair that she had in an almost perfect bun. She was wearing a business skirt, and top. Her make up almost done to perfection, and her face was flawless.

"Where is Brock?" I asked.

"We had to take him to a separate room to let him cool down"

"I need to let somebody know this, my medical tests will show this sooner or later.." I said.

"What is it?" She asked. She looked so interested in what I had to say, as if it would help capture the boys.

"When I was there, I was three months pregnant.. Brock wasn't lying.. I found it out while I was there.."

"So you are pregnant, that is what you had to tell us?" The lady asked let down.

"I was... the one day, Harry kicked me so hard in the stomach, it must of done something to the baby.. I had a miscarriage" I said.

I felt the tears running off of my face, and onto the top that I was wearing. I was looking down at my stomach.


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