I was beaten, starved, chained, and violated. My skin was broken and cracked with bruises the colour of the midnight sky, cuts so deep blood kept pouring out. I was so cold in the basement, my abused body frozen with fear, chilled to the bone with the frigid cold that seeped through the windows from the outside, and wearing nothing but torn underwear and a bloodied shirt. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open for two minutes. I was so tired, but I didn’t want to sleep. I was terrified that if I closed my eyes for a few seconds, Zayn would come back down. Terrified that when I opened my eyes, Harry would be gone.
Hanging upright by chains bolted to the ceiling, Harry faced me, eyes swollen so badly shut, and stab wounds sketched to his stomach, his chest and face. Not one inch of his skin unscarred by the blade. It made me sick.
It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since I had last seen the sun, breathed the fresh outside air. Two weeks since I spoke with Harry, touched Harry, kiss Harry. I murmured that I love him to him as much as I can, but he was always unconscious. Always hanging limply by his bloody wrist. It tore apart my heart over and over again.
“Here,” Zayn’s deep, evil voice made me jump. He stood in front of me, eyes void of any emotion but his lips quirked in a grin. He unchained my wrists and threw a green apple to me. I caught it barely in time. It was all he would give us. An apple a day and two cups of water that tasted like iron.
My fingers curled weakly around the apple.
“What about Harry?” I croaked terribly as Zayn made his way back upstairs.
“Oh, right,” he sighed and skipped back down the stairs, digging in his pocket to pull out a key. Harry collapsed to the floor immediately, unmoving. Zayn took hold of his arm and dragged him to the wall, wrapping loose chains around his wrists and patting his shoulder.
“It’s a bit cold down here, isn’t it?” He asked me while he passed me, making a show of shivering and warming his arms. I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t.
“You forgot to give Harry food,” I whispered, throat burning like I swallowed acid. I heard Zayn chuckle.
“Oops,” He sneered, chaining my hands together in front of me rather than behind me then left. The door slammed upstairs. I sucked in a shaky breath and took a longing look at the apple, but ignored the hungry grumble in my stomach. If anyone has a chance of escaping, it was Harry.
“Harry,” I whispered. His head jerked slightly.
“Harry!” I tried again, louder. I rattled the chains in hopes of waking him up. His body reacted before his brain, jumping up and thrashing wildly.
“Harry,” I said, feeling tears sting my eyes. He looked up, finding my eyes at once and relaxed.
“Brigh,” He mumbled, his voice much more destroyed than mine. The green eyes that used to sparkle now shone dully. It killed me.
“Harry, here. Zayn didn’t give you an apple.” I tried, but my voice kept cracking. I raised my hand to roll it to him, but he shook his head frantically.
“No! No, don’t. You need to eat, please,” he begged. I looked at him.
“But, you are the only one that could escape! You can get out of here and get the police,” I breathed, rolling the apple to him. It stopped at his feet.
“Brigh, you need to be the one to get out of here. He’s going to kill you. He is killing you. Brigh, please,” A silent tear streaked down his bruised cheek.
“And he’s not killing you?” I reasoned, my lips trembling. “Look at you. You’re getting the worst of it.” My wet eyes ran over his broken body, over the ribs that were showing unhealthily.
“I have a plan,” he whispered. I met his glassy with my own.
“I have a plan. You have to trust me on this, okay? I know what I’m doing,” Harry said, tears dampening his face. I nodded.
“Of course I trust you, Harry. Wha- what’s the plan?” I asked tentatively.
“I can’t tell you. The less you know the safer you’ll be if Zayn ever finds out,”
“No. Just trust me.” Harry stated firmly. He leaned forward slowly and picked up the apple, rolling it back to me. “Eat,”
But I couldn’t pick it up. I couldn’t handle the thought of eating when he was starving on the other side of the room. I kicked the piece of fruit away from me.
“If you’re not eating, then I’m not eating.” Is all I said, blocking out Harry’s cries of protest.
“I love you,” Harry murmured after hours of silence between us. I smiled tiredly, wincing as my lips cracked from the stretch.
“I love you too,” Slurring with sleep, my head fell forward and my eyes drooped. The ache in the pit of my stomach intensifying as sleep threatened to take over.
“Go to sleep, baby.” Harry whispered from the other side of the room. My eye lids fluttered shut.
“I don’t want to –“
“I’ll be fine. I’ll make sure you’re safe,”
I nodded, trusting every word coming out of his mouth. “Okay,” I whispered so lowly that I think I was the only one to hear it. And with that, my eyes shut completely, days upon days of exhaustion rushing to me all at once. A wave of coldness rushed over me, making me shiver and press my body closer to the chair, as if it’d keep me warm.
“I’m so sorry,” Harry barely said. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but no words could pass my lips. So I fell asleep to the faint sobs of the boy on the other side of the room.
I was startled awake by someone’s presence. I opened my eyes slowly, an unfamiliar bright light making my head pound. Something was wrong. I wasn’t in the basement anymore. I took in everything with a new sense of focus and alertness, feeling the softness under my fingertips, the warmth throughout my body. No, I wasn’t in the basement, I was in a bedroom. A different bedroom. And the person in front of me was Zayn.
I yelped and bolted upright, struggling against the restraints around my wrists and ankles.
“Brigh, be still,” He commanded. I watched with wide eyes, trying to take in the needle in his hands, his expressionless face, the softness of his tone.
“What are you doing?” I wheezed, feeling as though a large force was smothering my lungs. Zayn filled the syringe with a purplish liquid from the little nightstand beside me and wiped the part of my arm where the crease is with a wet wipe.
“What is that? Where’s Harry?” Was he still in the basement? Why am I in here? What’s in the syringe?
My head pounded like no other with dozens and dozens of questions that I knew I wouldn’t get the answer to if I spoke them out loud. Just as I thought, Zayn ignored me. Instead, he jammed the needle in my skin. Darkness immediately took over.
“Harry!” I shouted, jumping his arms and looping my fingers through his curly long hair. I love his long hair, I thought. Harry wrapped his arms around my waist tightly, pulling me impossibly close to him. It felt so nice having my arms around him again…
“Brigh, you have to go.” Harry murmured in my ear, dragging his lips over the shell of my ear. Shivers ran down my spine, all the way to my toes. I pulled back slightly, eye brows furrowed.
“What do you mean?”
“We’re not safe yet. He’s going to kill us,” his tone was warm and silky, his actions tender and loving, but his words were alarming. I pulled back completely, the hairs on the back of my neck raising.
“Harry? What are you going on about?” I whispered, looking around us. We were standing in the middle of an empty street, not a living soul in sight. The sky was rapidly turning dark, the stars just starting to come out. Harry just cocked his head to the side, his face smiling innocently at me, adoringly even. He dropped his arms to his sides, suddenly spinning on his heels.
“Harry?” Concern was swirling in my stomach, but I, oddly, didn’t want to get closer. I couldn’t seem to get closer.
When Harry turned back around, his looked terrified. “He’s coming! Run, now!” he screamed. I widened my eyes, checking my surroundings again.
“Who’s coming? There’s no one here!” I shouted at him, feeling myself getting more and more frightened by the second. Harry stared at me with haunted eyes, his face looked demonic in the moonlight.
“Run. Run, please, run! Run!” He roared. My heart beat sped up by a thousand.
“No! There’s no one here! What are y—“ A loud crack of thunder echoed through the street, piercing through my ears. I watched as Harry’s head snap back, watched as his body fell backwards in the least graceful way that I knew. It was kind of in slow motion, as I ran to his side, screaming if he was all right. But when I got there, the words crumbled away from my lips. I watched in horror as blood pooled from the bullet wound in the center of his forehead…
…“Brigh! Brigh, wake up!” Someone was hissing in my ear, shaking my shoulder roughly. My chest still felt like it weighed a ton, the part of my arm where Zayn stabbed with a needle hurt like a bitch.
“Oh god, what did he do? The person whispered, yanking on the restraints on my wrists. That voice sounded familiar…
“Brigh, baby please, wake up. We don’t have a lot of time.” The voice was cracking, on the verge of panic. I felt the restraints on my wrists slip free, now the person was working on the ones on my ankles.
“I don’t know if you can hear me, but this is our only chance to escape. Zayn’s out, but we don’t have long. I’m going to need you to try to wake up.” As he spoke, my ankles were set free. I commanded my eyes to open, but they wouldn’t.
“Baby, wake up. Please,” The voice finally cracked. Little drops of liquid landed my cheek as a pair of arms held me tightly to them. The person kept chanting pleas over and over again, voice raw and emotional. I suddenly gasped, feeling a sharp pain along my side. My eyes fluttered open ever so slightly, focusing on the swarm of chestnut brown hair in my face. I spotted a little curl seconds later. Curly brown hair…
“Harry!” I breathed. Harry was curled in a little ball beside me, one arm wound tightly around my neck, while the other lay on my stomach, clutching my hip furthest away from him. Faint sobs came from him. “Harry,” I tried again, trying so hard to ignore the absolute pounding in my head.
His head snapped up, lips parted, green eyes shining brightly. He had a new bruise over his cheekbone, a nasty red colour.
“Brigh,” He whispered; relief, awe, adoration all mixed upon his expression. But before I could say anything back, he jumped up and grabbed hold of my hand, careful to mind the cuts and welts on my wrists. “We need to go. Now. I’ll explain later,”
I didn’t ask any questions and did as he said, which was a little hard since my legs shook if I put any weight on them, but I sucked in a breath and clutched onto to Harry’s arm. We made our way quickly down the stairs, navigating through the twists and turns that were apparently hallways.
“How did you get out of those chains?” I asked as we rounded what looked like the same hallway.
“Don’t worry about that, we need to focus on getting out of here.” Harry answered, kissing my cheek sweetly. I took in another breath and nodded. Okay, no talking. Finally, we were at the back door, Harry had said it would be safer than the front. It all felt to easy, somehow. I didn’t want to say anything to Harry thought, so I left it.
“Where’s Zayn?” I asked suddenly, feeling panic close in on me. Harry pushed open the back door and gently helped me out, checking over his shoulder every other second.
“He said he went out, but that was an hour ago. I think he’ll come back soon.” He mumbled. I tried to speed up our pace. Thankfully, my legs were regaining some of their strength. The outside air felt amazing on my skin, but I felt uncomfortably exposed in just a t-shirt and underwear. I don’t think Harry felt any different, in just his boxers and no shirt. I avoided my eyes from his chest.
Up ahead, I could see the outline of buildings. I clung to Harry’s bare arm as we walked quickly as we could to the buildings.
“Harry! Brigh!” It was Zayn’s voice that screamed furiously for us. I gasped. Harry whipped around, making sure he wasn’t behind us.
“We got to move,” Harry said, not looking at me once as he tried to move us along quickly, practically dragging me at some point.
“Why are you running?! I thought we were friends!” Zayn sounded closer. Close enough to bring me to tears. Then, Harry stopped.
“What the fuck are you doing? Let’s go!” I yanked him forward, adrenaline pumping through my body.
“No, you run. Go get help, I’ll hold him off.” Harry said calmly, but the look in his eye was wild. I shook my head.
“RUN!” Harry hissed. I choked down my protest. There was something in the look he gave me that made me want to listen him.
“I love you,” I whispered and kissed him hard.
“I love you too,” he whispered back. I gave him one last look, then ran.
“Zayn! Over here!” Harry shouted. I flinched, willing myself to keep running. I ran until I couldn’t hear Harry’s yells anymore. I didn’t know where I was going, but I just kept running straight, cutting up the bottoms of my feet by stepping on rocks and twigs. I was almost to the nearest building when a familiar sound rang out. My heart dropped through my stomach, my mouth felt unbelievably dry, and everything crumbled inside me.
A gun shot.
Hiiii, so what do you think? I made it really extra long, coz ya know, its the last chapter and all.
OMG i'm sorry i haven't posted in a while but i think i was just putting it off for a long time because this is the last chapter. I'm actually very proud of how far this story has come and it my favourite story I've written so far, and i'm happy that i got to write it with my best friend. Thank you guys so much for reading it and commenting.
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