I wake up before I open my eyes. Slowly, I open them becoming more aware of my surroundings. I’m wrapped in a blonde boy’s arms; he’s sleeping, his face peaceful. For a moment, I forget who he is and what happened. But then the side of my head throbs, bringing me back into the reality of the situation. I quickly make a mental list of the events that took place.

I cringe as I remember the feeling of his hard member hitting the back of my throat. I pull away from his hold; he groans rolling over still asleep.

I quietly slide out of bed and carefully make my way around the large room. The walls are dark blue; it’s decorated sparsely with only a few dressers, a mirror and the large black-framed bed I was sleeping in just moments ago.

I spot the purse I was carrying with me on one of the dressers. Hope surges through me as I quickly make my way over to the dresser and open my purse. I fish around in the purse, looking for my cell phone, but it’s gone.

No shit, Sherlock. I think to myself. Niall wouldn't be stupid enough to leave my phone in my purse where the police could so easily track it and find him and his sick and twisted friends.

I pull out my half empty pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the side of my purse. It only then occurs to me that I’m wearing nothing but a plain black t-shirt that’s about 600 sizes too big. Okay, maybe that’s an overstatement. But it’s still really big. The shirt hangs down just below my mid thigh, the sleeves almost touching my elbows. I sigh; I want to make as minimal noise as I can, so I decide against finding something else to wear.

I slowly open the door, careful not to make a peep. I open the door all the way, cigarette hanging off my lips. I shut the door slowly and make my way down the long hallway to find some sort of place I could smoke in.

I come across a large glass door at the end of the hallway. I press my face against the cool glass and look outside; it appears to be a balcony. I slowly unlock the glass door sliding it ever so carefully open.

I step into the cool fresh air, breathing a sigh of relief as a shiver runs through my body. I peer over the edge of the balcony; I’m about 20 feet up. It’s way too high to try and make an escape jump, but too close to the ground to kill me if I were to jump. So suicide is obviously ruled out.

A tear rolls down my cheek as I light the cigarette hanging off my lips. I take a deep breath, inhaling.

The door slides open and I whip my head around, expecting to see one of the boys. But instead my gaze lands on Eleanor. Her tiny body glad in a loose Ramones t-shirt and dark washed jeans. I smile at her as she walks over to me, wiping the tears from my eyes with her thumb.

She notices the cigarette in my hand and her eyes grow wide.

“You smoke?” She says surprised. I nod my head in agreement.

“Could I. could I have one?” She stammers out shyly. I silently hand her my pack of cigarettes and my lighter. She takes them gratefully.

“The boys don't let us smoke, you know.” She says matter of factly. “They say it ‘diminishes’ our health.” She laughs.

I smile and take a drag of my cigarette, not quite sure of what to say. After a moment of silence, she continues.

“They’re not that bad, you know.” She whispers. “I mean, when I first arrived I hated Louis I thought he was evil, y’know? But, if you listen to them and obey them, they can actually be nice and now, now I think I love him.”

I look the tiny brown haired girl in the eyes, she has bruises up and down her small arms and the words Stockholm syndrome flash into my eyes. This poor girl, she’s been beaten and raped for so long she thinks she loves him. I shudder at the thought of myself ever loving Niall. I could never.

“I’m getting out of here.” I say solemnly. “One way or another, I’m getting out. This isn’t normal, this is sick.”

“Honey.” She says, laughing sadly. “You can't get out, you can't escape. They’ll find you.” She looks down. “I tried once, I made it pretty far too. I was almost out of the country when Lou found me. He dragged me back home by my hair and carved his name into my side.” She rolls up her shirt, exposing her right hip.

I gasp as tears form in her eyes.

“But that was before.” She says mechanically. “I love Lou and Haz and Nialler, they, they protect me.” She whispers, tears streaming down her face. I know deep down, she doesn’t believe it. She probably wants out as much as I do.

“How long have you been here?” I whisper to her.

“Almost a year now.” She says, taking a drag of her half smoked cigarette. She exhales slowly, sniffling.

We finish our cigarettes in silence, tears occasionally trickling down each of our cheeks. When we’re done Eleanor grabs my wrist.

“Come with me.” She sighs. “ You look about my size, you’ll need some clothes until Niall goes out to buy you some.”

She pulls me back into the house and slides the glass door shut quietly. Taking my wrist again, she guides me down the long hallway and makes a left. We’re in a shorter hallway now, there’s a door at the end of the hallway and two on the sides.

She points to the door at the end of the hallway. “That’s going to be your room.” She says, opening the door slightly so I can see inside. I gasp, this was the room I was brought to on the first night with the flower duvet. She shuts the door quickly, pointing to the door on the left side.

“That's Sav’s room.” She pauses, pointing to the room on the right side. “And this, is my room. We’re allowed to decorate them any way we want.” She says, a half smile playing on her lips.

Eleanor opens the door on the right side, revealing a dark purple room. There’s framed black and white photographs of the Eifel Tower hanging on the walls above the dark four-posted kind size bed.

Eleanor makes her way into the room and towards a black dresser, with a mirror hanging over it. She pulls open one of the drawers handing me a baggy off white sweater, and a pair of light ripped jeans. She walks over to her large closet, opening it to reveal racks of shoes and dresses. She scans the racks and picks up a pair of off white converse.

She hands the clothes to me, making her way to sit on her bed.

“There a bathroom if you’d like to change in there, or you could change here. It doesn't matter to me.” She says sweetly. I nod my head, turning around and taking the large black t shirt off, leaving me only in my electric blue bra and black thong. I slowly dress in the clothing Eleanor’s given me. When I’m done, I turn to face her. (Summer's Outfit)

“How do I look?” I laugh.

“Perfect.” She says smiling. “Here come sit on the bed, I’ll braid your hair.” She says, patting the spot on her bed beside her.

I slowly make my way over to the bed and sit down. She brushes my hair and strategically braids it into a loose fishtail braid. It seems almost normal, like Eleanor and I are best friends getting ready to go out for the day.

But unfortunately, reality hits me like a brick and I realize that this is far from normal, I need to escape and when I do, I need to take Eleanor with me.

Notes

hellllllo lovelies. sorry it took me forever to update, had a bit of writers block. read n review please! and maybe leave me ideas for future chapters? i love ideas!

- shelby