“I dream of leaving and never looking back. But it’s impossible.”

“Then take my hand and we’ll run together.”

Rosalie Brookes is running. She’s always running, that’s all she does. She’s lost, running from her deepest and darkest nightmares. The creature within her, its claws tight in her heart, has made her kill everyone she loves. Since watching her mother being murdered through her five year old eyes she’s had a secret. But she’s about to reveal her secret for the first time. To the man that saved her the night she was running.

Harry’s lost. He’s always lost. He’s lost everyone and needs to care for someone to make him complete. His twisted past of drinking and drugs is forgotten about. He’s escaped his problems and now wants to help Rosalie do the same.

Someone will bring their messed up worlds together. They have a lot more in common than they think. And that may save their lives one day.


This is the second version of this story I've made so enjoy!


53. Come and Find Us

Rosalie’s POV:

I groaned groggily as I lifted my pounding head up from my shoulder. I must have slept against the door all night. I let out a weak whimper as the painful memories of last night flooded into my head. My stomach churned painfully. I took my aching legs away from my chest and sprung up from my sitting position on the ground, darting into the bathroom. I quickly threw up, the horrific taste exploding in my mouth as I was sick down the toilet. My fingers clasped onto the rim of the toilet as I coughed and spluttered down until I had finished completely.

The beast always makes sure I felt the full effect the day after a rage. Pain, so much pain. Both physically and emotionally. It stained me, my entirety aching. My muscles were over stretched and tender, the simplest of movements paining me. My body healed overnight, the reason for the bruises and deep stretch marks I had inflicted on myself last night to try and ease my pain had gone. But somehow I still ached, the core parts the beast possessed inside of me still feeling the effects of my anger. It was forcing me to remember what had happened the previous evening, a cruel torture that brought more pain to my heart.

My sobs mixed in with the coughs as I slowly straightened my back, stumbling woozily towards the sink. I pressed my hands into the edges, leaning my weight onto it heavily. I lifted my chin, my eyes flickering to a pale, unrecognisable face staring back at me in the mirror. My eyes locked onto the bloodshot orbs in the reflection. Dark circles were under my eyes, my frail, tired reflection causing me to blink a few times in shock. I let my dry tongue lick my cracked lips before biting down onto them as a build-up of sobs grew in my chest, willing to fall through my lips. My throat was sore with the sobs and cries of pain of last night until my body finally crashed out with the exhaustion of what had happened. I squeezed my eyes shut in a weak attempt to block out the visions, the images, but they grew stronger, more intense, until I couldn’t take the mental pain I was inflicting on myself much further.

I peeled my sore eyes open, face scrunching up with the sight of me in the glass. I finally wiped my mouth with the back of my shaking hands, wrenching my eyes from the hideous sight of my reflection. I hung my head to weep loudly towards the sink. My grip tightened on the sink as fury bounded through me suddenly. I half screamed, half sobbed loudly as I wrenched the sink away from the wall, water spurting out from the pipe. It felt cold on my ankles as I heavily dropped the sink onto the floor by my feet. I stood there, staring down at my drenched feet, thinking how much Harry deserved this. But he deserved so much more.

My eyes connected with the now red-cheeked face glaring back at me. I smashed my fist into the mirror, my face soon becoming a distorted figure, so cracked, so broken, fitting perfectly with what I was feeling. I stared down at my fist, my skin slowly healing over in front of my eyes.

Once my knuckles were smooth again, I quickly spun around and dashed into the bedroom and swung the wardrobe doors open in search for a bag I could use. I soon found one shoved at the bottom. I whipped around the room, grabbing a few clothes Harry had let me wear, my favourite trackies from training and finally my folded up picture of me and my parents. I picked it up and unfolded it gently. Tears swelled in my eyes as I lightly brushed my fingertips over my mother’s gentle face, my father’s wrinkles by his eyes as he grinned widely, his pointy party hat resting on one side of his head.

Suddenly my whole body jumped as my phone vibrated in my pocket. I didn’t even bother to check it, knowing I only had one contact on there. I folded the paper back up, shoving it into my pocket as my phone still vibrated. I swiftly zipped up my bag, throwing it on one shoulder before marching out of the bedroom towards the door. I blinked the tears back as I knew I’d never see Harry again. But maybe it was for the best.

Harry’s POV:

“She’s ignoring the call. That’s rude.”

Samuel’s crooked smirk stained his face as he had my phone pressed to his ear. He had one leg up on the changing room bench, resting his elbow on his thigh as he pulled the phone from his ear. I stared at him as I sat tied up to the chair still, anger twisting in my eyes as he silently searched through my phone. I tried squirming violently against my bonds, but as a wide smirk flashed across Samuel’s lip, my body began to weaken with fright.

“You’ve got a few answerphone messages,” he spoke cruelly, a flicker of mischief in his tone. “From Rosalie.” His dead eyes shot over to me, grinning at my bound up body tied to the chair. He was a man who craved control, who had to have power over others. And right now he could do anything to me.

His eyes were kept on me as his leg lowered from the bench, his long legs bringing him over to me. His gaze never let mine go as he stood before me. The phone was held between us, Samuel’s thumb pressing at one of the buttons. I watched with pure fury as Samuel’s smile widened even further at the angry voice of Rosalie exploding out of my phone.

“Harry, where are you?” Rosalie cried. My heart sank in my chest at her terrified tone. “I need to know you’re okay. I know you’re not really out with your mates. Why do you keep lying to me, Harry? I need your trust. I need to know I have it. Just come home, yeah? I need you, Harry.”

The call was abruptly cut off. My head fell with shame, trying to block out Samuel’s devilish smirk at my reactions. This must have been the day after we fell asleep together, before I had gone to the park to meet with Jay. Rosalie had told me what had happened to her, how Samuel brought back her previous boyfriends back to life to hurt her.

I felt the tears fill my eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut, choked sobs trying to escape, but the duct tape and material around my mouth stopped them. I won’t cry. It’s what Samuel wants, to see me breaking down. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

“Let’s hear another one,” Samuel eventually spoke.

My head shot up, watching his thumb tap at my phone once again. I tried blinking back the tears, not wishing to hear anymore. But I didn’t have a choice.

“For God sake, Harry!” Rosalie shouted. “Why aren’t you ringing me back?!”

There was a painful pause in the message, the quiet noises of Rosalie trying to calm her breaths coming from my phone. A snake-like tongue escaped through Samuel’s lips, slashing over his thin lips to wet them slightly. He loved this, the torment, the agony of this situation. It made my blood boil. But as Rosalie spoke again, her tone quiet and scared, my muscles deflated, leaving me feeling empty and broken.

“It’s happened again, Harry,” she muttered. “I-I was attacked. I was seeing ghosts. They threw me across the room and beat me. And were dead, Harry. Just lying on the floor not moving at all. I was so scared.”

I finally let the tears escape my sore eyes. A glint of achievement sparkled in Samuel’s dead eyes, making him look alive and victorious. I couldn’t take it much longer.

“Stop,” I mumbled into the cloth, but my voice was muffled with the gag. “Please stop it.”

I didn’t want to hear anymore. It was breaking my heart. It was only confirming to me what Rosalie had told me the other night, when I wasn’t there for her. I could have helped her, stopped her fright and the sense of fear she must have been feeling. But I was out, keeping secrets from her. None of that was worth it now. I should have been there for her when she needed me. And Samuel enjoyed reminding me of it. After all, he was the cause of all of this.

I silently shook my head at Samuel, maintaining the strong eye contact with him. My body jerked as I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“No more,” I tried to speak. “No more. Please.”

A wicked grin slashed across Samuel’s face just as Rosalie’ voice spoke up again.

“I’m terrified, Harry,” Rosalie spoke. The pain and emotion evident in her voice sent more tears down my face. “Just come home, please.”

The message was finished again, cutting off suddenly. After that, I just blubbered like a child. Why wasn’t I there for her? I should have stayed lying in our bed with her. I should have put her first.

Samuel had been silent for a while now, watching me as I wept. His attention eventually averted back to my phone. The sparkle in his eyes told me there was another one to hear yet. My pain quickly twisted into anger. I refused to hear anymore. The torment, the smirk drawn on Samuel’s lips tipped me over the edge. So I exploded.

I thrashed about madly in the chair, Samuel watching me struggle in my bonds. I thought about so much at once. I’d lost Rosalie’s trust. I obviously haven’t had it for a while, the heart breaking messages telling me that. I lost Rosalie a while ago. I just didn’t know it.

My thoughts then flickered to the information given to me last night. Samuel had abused my mother, and I was the thing that had come out of it. What was my mother thinking about every time she looked at me? Was she thinking of that moment, the day Samuel had forced her to have sex with him? I remembered some days she would just stare at me, a sad smile on her lips. She was deep in thought, not even knowing what she was doing. She’d sometimes run her fingers through my hair as a child, the same sad smile on her lips. Her eyes were so distant. I felt cold looking into them. The memories of this just sent more rage coursing through my veins. I wanted to show this man what I was capable of doing.

I struggled madly, screaming out into my gag. The legs of my chair scraped across the floor, Samuel’s features contorting into fury upon witnessing my outrage.

Within a second a cold hand was holding my chin steadily. His dead touch instantly weakened my body, ceasing my thrashing and wriggling. My head was forced to look up at my enemy, fire blazing in his black orbs.

He didn’t say a word. It scared me. He was going to do something, I knew it. But he wasn’t giving anything away. My blood ran cold. He just stared down at me, fingers tight around my chin to hold me still. His facial features didn’t move, still expressing the anger within him.

Finally his other hand rose from his side. My eyes tried following it to see what he was going to do, but my head was still angled up, my eyes straining as I tried looking at his other hand.

“Listen,” he finally growled before a loud beep exploded into my ear. He had the phone up close, forcing me to listen to another one of Rosalie’s scared messages.

“Harry, for God sake, ring me back. I’m worried about you…” she said down the phone. I let out a pained whimper as I heard her sweet voice so close up. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing back the tears as she spoke again. “Please, come home,” she murmured, tearing my heart into two. A sob tried to escape me, but got lodged into my throat instead. I was barely able to breathe as I tried swallowing it down. But I didn’t care. Any pain was better than this one. I heard Rosalie breathe in deeply in the message. “I love you, Harry,” she murmured before finally ending the message.

I sat there in silence, my eyes lazily opening once more. My chin was roughly let go of, my head thrown to one side by Samuel. He silently marched away, back over to the benches once again. He stood with his side to me, my phone still clasped tightly in his hand.

His figure soon became distorted. Tears dripped down my cheeks, my head falling down to my chest. Rosalie was feeling so lost, so alone. And I wasn’t there for her. My curls fell around my face as I sobbed down to my lap. It was over. I was broken. I had no more energy to fight. I always let my emotions get the better of me. That was my weakness. I hated myself for it, but what else could I do? I was done.

I cried quietly as I heard a number being tapped into my phone. I knew exactly who it was going to be.

My head heavily lifted from my chest, witnessing the cruel smile back onto Samuel’s face as he glanced back at me one final time. I silently shook my head at him, telling him to stop, to leave Rosalie out of this, but my gags stopped me. I weakly squirmed about, the chair I was still tied to rocking slightly as he rang Rosalie again. I prayed in my head Rosalie wouldn’t pick up, that she was far away from here by now.

“Ah, Rosalie. How nice to speak to you again.”

My heart stopped in my chest as I screamed into the cloth, regaining my energy to thrash about against my bonds.

“Shh, shh,” he told me, raising his slim index finger up to me. He moved it from side to side as a wide smirk grew on his sharp face.

“Rosalie,” I tried crying out, but it was just muffled by the material.

Rosalie’s POV:

“Ah, Rosalie. How nice to speak to you again.”

I stopped in my tracks just outside the block of flats. The phone began slipping out of my grasp, but I quickly tightened my grip, licking my dry lips nervously. I’d picked up the phone the second time it rang, preparing to have a shouting match with Harry. Samuel’s voice was the last person I had expected to here. Just hearing his voice brought a heavy pressure to my heart, drowning me in dread. The crooked grin in his voice, the devilish tone he possessed made my body feel as though it was being ripped apart, tearing me to shreds. I felt my skin burn as if engulfed with fiery dread, my heart pounding nervously behind my ribs. Just hearing him set off my abilities. I heard him whisper something to someone else, muffled noises echoing down the phone.

“S-Samuel. What are you doing with Harry’s phone?” I stuttered, swallowing hard to try and stop my voice from trembling. Then dread suddenly crashed painfully into my chest. Different, horrific scenarios flashed in my head, Samuel’s voice echoing around inside my head…

“Kill him or I will.”

“What have you done with Harry?!” I yelled down the phone.

“Calm down, Rosalie. He’s here with me. We’re both fine.”

Harry’s POV:

“Calm down, Rosalie. He’s here with me. We’re both fine.”

I watched as Samuel turned to stare at me before stepping over to me, ruffling my curls like a child. I shrugged him off, glaring up at his broad figure.

“Let’s put you on speaker, so you can talk to your precious Harry.”

I continued squirming in my seat as Samuel pulled the phone from his ear, Rosalie screaming down the phone suddenly exploding out of it.

“Where is he, Samuel?” Rosalie’s voice blasted out the phone.

A small smile played on my lips against the tape as I heard her voice. It was real, no horrendous message left on my phone. She sounded like she cared for me again. I stopped struggling as a smirk danced on Samuel’s face. But I couldn’t let Rosalie come here. She’ll get killed.

“Harry’s right here, my girl. Speak to him,” Samuel replied, ignoring Rosalie’s question. Samuel reached out to me, ripping the tape harshly off of my mouth. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as pain exploded over my skin. I felt the material being pulled out of my mouth before Samuel put the phone close to my mouth.

“Harry?” Rosalie’s soft voice asked.

“Rosalie, run,” I shouted quickly, glancing up at Samuel. “Get away from here. Don’t come and find me. Promise me that, Rosalie. Run, just run!”

I was suddenly slapped harshly across the face, my skin sizzling with pain as heat scorched my cheek. Tears sprung to my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away.

“Harry!” Rosalie screamed down the phone.

My head was soon forced back to face Samuel, his spare hand under my chin tilting my head from side to side. I stared up at him, forcing down the urge to lash out. Samuel’s eyes burnt into mine with anger. I kept my gaze on him, refusing to look intimidated. Samuel suddenly tapped sharply onto my phone to end the call, using his other to tighten his grip on my chin.

“You’ll be punished for that, my son,” he spat.

Rosalie’s POV:

My lips were parted as the line went dead, the last thing I heard being a loud slap. Tears swelled in my eyes, running silently down my face as I stood outside the flats. Samuel. He had Harry. I knew it would happen one day, but I thought I could stop it. I thought I could keep him safe.

My arm fell limply to my side. I let my bag slide off of my shoulder, falling to the floor by my feet with a thud. I leaned heavily against the wall behind me, shakily shoving my phone back in my pocket. I let the tears fall, my heart feeling as though a claw was wrapped around it. Anger coursed through me, but my worries for Harry’s safety overtook quickly, the tingling under my skin fizzling away.

I stood there in silence, the minutes passing by slowly. Samuel had Harry. The realisation hit me hard.

Suddenly my phone vibrated again. I jumped from the wall and quickly fumbled around in my pocket until I found it. I brushed the tears lingering on my eyelashes and shakily opened the video message I received.

Samuel was stood over a slouched figure tied to a chair. His fingers were tightly fisted in a head of dark curls, forcing a bloody head up to face the camera. My breath caught in my throat as I watched Harry’s lips part, his eyelids drooping as a weak groan escaped his mouth. Harry’s bottom lip had been cut open, drops of blood lingering on his lip. Both his eyes were bruised, dark circles covering his swollen skin. Blood oozed from the side of his head on his hairline, drops running down his temples and onto his cheek. Dark liquid covered his nose, the blood smeared across his face slightly. Harry’s shirt was torn open, exposing his once perfect body, now battered and bruised, dark splotches covering his stomach and chest.

“Harry,” my voice trembled.

Samuel turned his gaze from Harry, staring straight down the camera. Even though this was a recording I felt his eyes burning into my own, cold chills quickly spreading over my body. I could see Harry’s lips opening a small gap, clearly paining him as he tried to say something, but Samuel soon let go of Harry’s head, letting it fall back down. Harry’s curls fell in front of his face as his chin hit his chest. A small grunt fell from his injured mouth, but he barely reacted to anything else, his bruised chest jerking as if struggling to breathe.

My eyes flickered back to Samuel as he stepped in front of Harry, blocking him as he stared down the camera. He had his hands behind his back, emphasising his broad shoulders and large chest.

“Remember our little deal?” he asked, his smirk wide across his pale face. “Well I got fed up of waiting so I’ve decided to do it myself.”

He stepped to the side, the camera slowly zooming in on Harry’s abused body. His head hung low, puffing out weak breaths as the ropes stopped him from collapsing out of the chair and to the floor. I bit my bottom lip, tears spilling from my eyes.

“And it’s about to get much worse,” Samuel’s voice continued in the background.

I brushed the tears from my cheeks. The camera zoomed back out as Samuel stood over Harry’s weak body.

“You disobey anything I tell you to do and lover boy here will get the punishment.”

My skin crawled as he placed a hand on Harry’s shoulders, squeezing so tight his fingernails dug into Harry’s skin. A breath was taken through Harry’s teeth as he used all his strength just to wince.

“Come and find us, Rosalie.”

Samuel smirked at the camera as he started muttering Round and Round the Garden. I squeezed my eyes shut, quickly shaking my head. I muttered for him to stop, to end this torment. Samuel laughed when he finished, knowing I’d reacted to it.

When I opened my eyes again the video had finished. My phone was still showing Samuel holding Harry’s shoulder. My eyes wandered around them, taking me several seconds before I recognised the tiled floor, the dim lighting casting shadows around them. The changing room.

I wanted to speed over there now, all guns blazing, but I knew that was a stupid idea. I leaned back against the wall and brought my hands up to my face, squeezing my eyes shut. Is there anyone that could help me? I shook my head, my face still buried in my hands as I doubted this. It’s not as though I have many friends. But then it hit me. My head shot up from my hands. Maybe not a friend, but an old neighbour.

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