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.


6. Courage

The rest of the screen on the TV showed my family, and Brocks family. My parents both in tears while Jake stood strong like he always does. Then the camera zoomed back into the stand that was holding countless microphones. Brock was standing behind it, and ready to speak.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He was normally so good speaking in front of crowds. I could see the tears slowly falling down his cheeks, his face had gone pale. I wanted nothing more than to run up to him, and hug him, tell him everything was fine, but it wasn't. Nothing was fine about what they had done to me or even what they were yet to do to me. There were human rights set in place and the things they were doing to me violated so many of them.

In fact I didn't even want to go to him. I needed him to come to me, and not tell me everything was fine but everything was about to get better. I needed it something to give me that extra push of courage. Seeing him and my family was just another reason of why I was trying to live.

"I love you" I whispered to Brock over the TV.

"What are you doing?" Louis asked?

"Nothing" I said. I turned my head the other way trying to wipe away the tears that were getting ready to fall.

"Breakfast is ready" he said.

"Okay, I'll be there in a second" I said still not facing him.

I was so happy that I couldn't remember any of my time I spent with Louis. Well it was either that or my mind was blocking out what him, and Liam had done. But Harry, and Zayn's torture would stay in my head. It scarred my mind, a long with my physical body.

I couldn't get Harry out of my head, I tried to hard not to think about it, but it was almost impossible not to. I wanted Brock to kill him, I didn't want him pulled away, I wanted him to die.

I stood up, but only thanks to the TV stand . My leg had stopped bleeding, but the pain was excruciating. Even when my body was at rest my leg was throbbing with pain, which I knew was not a good sign. I didn't realize it, but today I was feeling everything. There was no more sleeping it off.

My leg stinging everytime I took a step. The burns that Harry had given me were taking their full affect on me today. The tight shirt that Niall had given me was rubbing up against every single burn, everytime I moved. I didn't notice it at first bit my face was swollen. It was not to bad but definitely noticeable. I was trying to remember all the blows that Harry had delivered to my face. Every single thought of it making me flinch just as if he was hitting me again like he had hours ago.

I walked out of the room, and the dinning room was only steps away from the door. There was a spot for me beside Niall, and Liam.  The seat was directly across from Harry, and I gritted my teeth. It was almost impossible to look at him.

I walked to the table, and slowly took my seat. The smell of the food made my mouth water, I hadn't eaten in so long. For all I knew they could have spiked the food with some drug, or poison but at this point I honestly didn't care. I needed that food into my system or I would die soon.

They were all eating when I got to the table, and I had no problem in joining in. They actually gave me a good breakfast. There were scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, and hash browns.

I finished it all on a matter of seconds, I almost inhaled my plate. "Slow down, you will get sick" Liam said looking up from his plate.

Other then those few words that he said to me we sat there in dead silence. No one bothered to say a word, and I knew if I said anything I would get myself into shit.

"So what is your brilliant plan to escape the police?" I asked still scarfing down food.

"We are going to wait this out for a month or so, then we have a plan to take us somewhere. And you, you are not going to know where we are leaving to. You will go tell your little cop boyfriend" Harry said.

"Fiancé" I snapped back. "Don't forget that we are getting married in a month" I said calming myself down.

"If you live" Zayn said joining in the conversation.

That was enough to keep me silent, but only for a few moments.

"If you are going to kill me, kill me. Ditch my body somewhere, and leave. Don't keep my family wondering if I am still alive, or if you killed me already. Don't leave Brock wondering what is going to happen to me" I said. I was angry now.

"I excepted the fact that I will die here, the only thing I can't get around is the waiting, If you are going to kill me, do it do it now, and don't make me wait." I continued.

Then there was no sound left, but the sound of the TV. They had been watching the news like I was.

"Please bring her home safely, I love her, I need her, she is carrying my child" Brock said.

I almost spit out my food, but I kept it down. All eyes at the table were now on me, I could tell they had all heard the message. Of coarse I wasn't actually pregnant, but it was another clever roux to get me out of here.

"You're not actually?" Zayn asked.

I could only nod, if I would of spoke up they would of for sure known I was lying to them. "Three months yesterday." I said looking down at my plate.

"You're lying" Harry snapped.

"I am not, go get me a test, it will prove it." I said.

I knew that the test would come back negative, but it would atleast buy me some time. They were going to beat me worse than last night for lying.

Louis took out his phone, and started to text someone, who I had no idea.

They cleared the table, and sent me back into Niall's room to wait. In half an hour Niall came into his room holding a bag. I knew it was the tests.

"Do your thing" He said pointing towards the bathroom. I limped my way to the bathroom, and closed the door.

"If you lock it you know what Harry will do" Niall warned. He didn't sound sweet anymore, but I knew he was just trying to warn me.

"I know" I said.

I peed on two of the sticks, Harry wanted to be double sure. As soon as I did I was told to bring them out to the table for everyone to see. I did so. It took ten minutes for the test to work. We all sat around the table waiting for it to do something.

I was praying that it would turn out positive, but I knew it wasn't. There was no sudden miracle, I wasn't carrying the next Jesus. I couldn't just magically become pregnant. I had to prepare myself for the beating, the torture that I would have to live through again when that test turned up positive.

Then the silence broke, "She is 8-12 weeks" Louis said standing over the test.

Harry picked them both up in disbelief. I just looked at the ground.

"Niall take her out of the room, I am about to.." Harry said.

Niall just nodded, and grabbed my arm, and brought me to his room.

I was ready to start crying, I was in utter shock.

"Niall" I said.

"What is it?"

"Close the door" I said. He did so, and then turned back to me, I was sitting on the corner of the bed. He was knelt down in front of me trying to get me to look at him.

"Are you okay?" He asked trying to give me a little shake.

"I didn't think I was pregnant, I can't be... Brock lied about everything, it was a trick. But I am actually pregnant, I just.. I can't be."

"So when we got the tests you knew that they were going to turn negative?" He asked.

"Yes well I thought they were going to" I said crying. I wrapped both my arms around my stomach.

Then we both turned our heads towards the door. Harry was having a fit outside. I could tell he was throwing things around in the kitchen.

"Don't let him hurt my baby" I said turning back to Niall. "Please" I said in one last desperate attempt.


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