His Dad's My Kidnapper

I strain to get free from the grip of the ropes holding me hostage.

"You won't get away with this!" I scream into the darkness.
"Oh trust me I already have"

Some people aren't who they seem to be. Trust no one.

* I don't know who made the cover but whoever did it I give you credit*


16. Chapter 16~ Human

Harry's P.O.V

After our walk around the lake Lauren was ecstatic. I've never seen her so excited.

"Thank you for taking me on that walk Harry" Lauren says for what seems like the thousandth time.

"Like I said before, you're welcome" I chuckle and she blushes slightly.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm just so happy... I probably sound stupid"

"No you don't" I say honestly as I get a glass of water from the sink. "You're never allowed out so I thought I'd give you some of your freedom".

"You're the best" she says and walks towards me. My heart begins to beat faster and my mind begins to race.

I think she's about to lean in, but instead she reaches behind me to get a cup and fill it up with water.

"You okay?" She asks me and it takes me a second to adjust.

"Y-yeah I'm fine" I swallow.

Why does she have this affect on me?

Lauren's P.O.V

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm just so happy... I probably sound stupid" I say embarrassed.

"No you don't" I say honestly as I get a glass of water from the sink. "You're never allowed out so I thought I'd give you some of your freedom".

He makes it hard for me not to have feelings towards him. All I want is for him to show some sort of affection towards me.

I must really have Stockholm syndrome.

I reach over to grab a cup from the cupboard behind Harry and he seems to become nervous.

"You okay?"

"Y-yeah I'm fine" he says and I choose to believe him.

I go up to the bathroom to take a shower as Harry goes into his room and locks his door.

I don't know why he was in such a rush to get to his room, but I know it's none of my business.

Harrys P.O.V

Dear Journal,

I can't do it. I find myself thinking about Lauren all the time but I can't seem to bring myself to do anything about it. I want Lauren... I really do. But every time I think I can do this, that I can be with Lauren. Olivia pops into my mind. I've been having dreams, well more like nightmares about Olivia. It always starts and ends the same. It starts with Olivia and I in bed together and my arms are wrapped around her tiny figure and I'm pushing away the hairs falling from her beautiful face, when she will suddenly yell at me, telling me I ruined her and that I'm the reason she's dead, and I know she's right. I always think I'm finally crawling out of my dark hole that I'm in, only to find myself getting sucked right back in. Well, from the darkest part of my brain, until next time journal- H.


Lauren's up in bed and I decide its best if I just go to bed. I take off my jeans and shirt, when I hear a loud thud coming from downstairs.

Not this shit.

I make my way downstairs and see my sad excuse of a father stumbling though the doors.

"Drunk again I see" I say rolling my eyes.

"Ah shut up you dick! Get out of my way!" He slurs as he try's to make his way up the stairs.

"Where are you going? Your rooms downstairs" I ask following him.

"I want to fuck the shit out of Sanders daughter"

"Fuck no" I yell as I grab his arm.

If he fucking try's anything I won't hesitate to beat the shit out of him. Father or not.

"Why the fuck do you care?"

"Doesn't matter, just go to bed"

"Fine, I'll fuck her one of these days" He says as he stumbles in his room.

It took everything in me not to punch him in his fucking face.

Once he's sobered up tomorrow he's going to tell me the details of our relocation, since he doesn't want to risk the cops catching us and taking Lauren.

I make my way towards my room and pray that my dreams aren't filled with Olivia.

Lauren's P.O.V

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean too, I'm sorry!"

I shoot up out of my bed as I hear Harry's cries. He's been having these nightmares for a few weeks now and I feel so bad for him.

I debate with myself whether to get out of bed to comfort him or not.

Just go what's the worst that can happen? my subconscious says

I finally get myself out of bed and by Harry's door.

"I'm so sorry" he whimpers as I open his door.

He's a sweaty mess and his eyebrows are knitted together in frustration.

"Harry! Harry wake up!"

Harry wakes up looking distraught and confused until his eyes land on me.

"I'm sorry I woke you"

"Why do you keep saying sorry?"

"What?" Harry asks confused.

"In your dreams. You always say I'm sorry"

He looks taken back by my question and doesn't seem to know how to respond.

"Olivia" he says hesitantly.

I'm not surprised. He will always love her.

"If you ever want to talk about it, You know I'm here" I say as I walk towards the door.

I know not to push him.

"You're always helping me" Harry says in a raspy tone.

"Someone has too"

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