Gone
five
Savannah opens the door to Eleanor’s room and pops her head in, smiling. She’s dressed in a dark sweater with half moons all over it, a pair of black tights and black peep toe heals. Her hair is down and wavy and she has a black beanie resting on her head. outfit
“Girls.” She says smiling. “I have a surprise for you two.” She walks into the room and sits down on the black leather sofa across from Eleanor’s bed.
“We. Are. Going. Shopping.” Savannah says, pausing dramatically between each word. Eleanor’s face lights up and her and Savannah both laugh and then turn to me explaining that the boys don’t regularly let them out of the house unless it’s for a rare shopping trip or ‘date night’. I shudder at the thought of having to go on an actual date with my kidnapper.
“The guys said to be ready in 15!” Savannah says, leaving the room, quietly closing the door behind her.
Eleanor practically sprints around her room, whipping drawers and closet doors open. She pulls out a baggy white tank top, a pair of dark washed jeggings and a light washed jean jacket. She knots the tank top at her waist and slips on a pair of beige combat boots. outfit
“Looks like you’re getting a new wardrobe today.” She says to me winking. This is the happiest I’ve seen her since I’ve arrived.
Eleanor leads me down two large flights of stairs, leaving us back at the main entrance. Bright sunlight pools in from the beautiful crystal skylight, I think back to the night I arrived here and shudder, trying to rid my brain of the thoughts.
It’s then that it hits me; we’re going to the mall. Which means, we’re going out in public. WHICH MEANS, I have the perfect opportunity to escape. I smile to myself thinking of how easy this would be. All I would have to do is slip quietly away, claiming I’m going to try an article of clothing on and then make a mad dash to a phone of some sort.
My plan doesn't seem like it will go the way I’d like it to go because from the moment I step out of the car, and into the parking lot of the mall, Niall is practically glued to my hip. He has his arm snaked around my waist, holding me tightly, making it impossible to run.
“You look pretty today, are those Eleanor’s clothes?” Niall whispers softly to me, I nod in agreement. He smiles at me and leans down to kiss my cheek, I cringe and try to pull myself away from him.
“Stop squirming!” Niall hisses, pulling me into the closest store. I look up at the sign for the store, Victoria’s Secret. Great.
Niall pulls me over to one of the many large racks with endless colors of bras and panties.
He pulls out a white lacey bra decorated with pale pink flowers and shows it to me.
“Do uh, do you like this?” He stutters, looking down. I look at him and notice his cheeks have turned a pale pink color. I giggle and nod, taking the bra from his hand. I look over to Eleanor and find her laughing in Louis’s arms. She looks so happy, so in love. It looks so natural, like they were meant to be.
This is wrong! I think to myself. He kidnapped her for fucks sake!
I shudder and look back to Niall; he’s got his nose in the racks, digging through the bras to find his favorites. I silently place the bra I’m holding on one of the racks, and back away. I make it all the way out of the store and take off running, looking for anything that could be useful. I spot a pay phone and make a mad dash towards it and I’m almost half way there when someone steps in front of me. I look up to see Harry; he grabs me in a large embrace and leans his head down to whisper in my ear.
“Going somewhere?” He smirks, pulling out his cell phone.
“Oi! Mate!” Harry laughs into the phone. “You lose something?” He pauses. “Yeah, yeah I’ll take her to the one upstairs. Okay, bye!” He says ending the call. He grabs my wrist pulling me towards the elevator.
“You’re in trouble!” He laughs at me as he presses the button for the second floor.
We ride the rest of the short elevator ride in silence, when we get to the second floor the doors open revealing a huge food court, I gasp and my stomach growls. Harry pulls me towards the men’s washroom, makes sure no ones inside and then pushes me inside, slamming and locking the door behind him. I back up until my back is pressed up against one of the stalls.
Harry comes over to me; his arms come up on each side of my body, blocking my escape route. He leans down and presses his forehead against mine. His lips trace patterns along my skin as he moves his lips slowly towards my neck. He inhales deeply ad lets out a sigh.
“You smell so… good.” He whispers. I tremble underneath, placing my hands against his chest and shoving him hard. He stumbles back, letting out a gasp of shock.
Someone knocks on the bathroom door and Harry moves slowly to get it. Keeping his eyes locked on mine the entire time. He unlocks the door and it swings open.
Niall bounds into the room, face red eyes dark. He walks towards me and slaps me across the face, hard. I cry out in pain whimpering as I rub my cheek.
“Get out!” He barks at Harry. Harry leaves the bathroom snickering. They’re so fucking twisted.
Niall turns back to me, his hand slips to my throat, squeezing hard and cutting off my oxygen. I gasp and try to swat his strong hand away but it’s no use. My body starts to feel heavy and I can't seem to keep my eyes open, I’m almost unconscious when he releases his hold on my neck and I fall to the floor, gasping for air.
He squats down so that we’re eye level.
“Now Summer.” He says calmly. “Could you kindly explain what idiotic thought went through your brain when you assumed it would be a good idea to try and escape? Do I have to cut you up like Lou did to Eleanor? Is that what I need to do to prove that you are mine, and there is no way I’m letting you escape!” His voice rises as he finishes his sentence.
I am numb, I can’t move, feel or think. He slaps me across the face, hard.
“What did I say to you about answering me when I ask you something!” He yells ferociously. I just sit there as his words go in through one ear and out the other.
He hauls me off the floor, bending me over the sink. My face presses against the cool counter as his cold hands rip my jeans down my legs.
“Looks like I need to teach you a lesson about running away.” He spits out, pulling his pants down and thrusting into me.
My eyesight goes black as I screech in pain. Niall pulls out and thrusts back into me, tearing at my insides.
“Stop! Please!” I manage to choke out between sobs. All I receive in reply is a dark cold laugh.
He continues to pump in and out of me quickly until his thrusts start to become sloppy and I feel liquid fill me up. He pulls out and I crumble to the floor, pulling my legs up to my chest and sobbing.
“Get dressed.” He hisses at me as he leaves me alone on the cool tile flooring in the washroom.
When Niall comes back into the bathroom 15 minutes later, I’m fully dressed again with my hair tied in a messy topknot. I glance in the mirror, the girl staring back at me’s face is red and blotchy, her lips are swollen and she has dark circles under her eyes. I quickly look away from my reflection and stare at the ground.
Niall comes to me and tilts my chin, so that I’m looking up at him. I flinch at his contact and his eyes darken.
“I’m sorry Summer. I didn’t want our first time to be so… harsh.” He says softly.
“Yeah.” I whisper, blinking back tears. I’m not sure of what to say.
“Lets go home.” He says, taking my hand and leading me out of the bathroom. I respond mechanically, letting him pull me from the bathroom, out of the mall and into the car.
“Eleanor and Savannah will finish shopping for you.” He says, looking at me. I stare out the window and nod.
He takes me home, places me in a bathroom and fills the large tub up with warm water. When the tub is full, he picks me up and gently places me in the tub.
“I’ll let you wash in peace.” He says as he closes the door behind him.
I sit there for a moment in silence and let the reality of what just happened sink in. I’ve been raped. Tears drip down my face and soon enough I’m full out sobbing. I spot a razor lying on the edge of the tub. I pick it up and stare at it. It had been a while since I had self-harmed, 2 years almost but the familiar feel of the razor against my skin had never seemed more comforting,
I press the razor into my skin, dragging it across. I barley feel the pain and as the blood begins to trickle down my wrist and into the water I smile. I slide the razor across my skin 6 more times each time the cut gets deeper. Soon the water in the bathtub is dark red. My eyes grow heavy and I can feel myself loosing consciousness. I give in and let the black envelope me, surrounding me in a warm beautiful place without Niall Horan.
“Girls.” She says smiling. “I have a surprise for you two.” She walks into the room and sits down on the black leather sofa across from Eleanor’s bed.
“We. Are. Going. Shopping.” Savannah says, pausing dramatically between each word. Eleanor’s face lights up and her and Savannah both laugh and then turn to me explaining that the boys don’t regularly let them out of the house unless it’s for a rare shopping trip or ‘date night’. I shudder at the thought of having to go on an actual date with my kidnapper.
“The guys said to be ready in 15!” Savannah says, leaving the room, quietly closing the door behind her.
Eleanor practically sprints around her room, whipping drawers and closet doors open. She pulls out a baggy white tank top, a pair of dark washed jeggings and a light washed jean jacket. She knots the tank top at her waist and slips on a pair of beige combat boots. outfit
“Looks like you’re getting a new wardrobe today.” She says to me winking. This is the happiest I’ve seen her since I’ve arrived.
Eleanor leads me down two large flights of stairs, leaving us back at the main entrance. Bright sunlight pools in from the beautiful crystal skylight, I think back to the night I arrived here and shudder, trying to rid my brain of the thoughts.
It’s then that it hits me; we’re going to the mall. Which means, we’re going out in public. WHICH MEANS, I have the perfect opportunity to escape. I smile to myself thinking of how easy this would be. All I would have to do is slip quietly away, claiming I’m going to try an article of clothing on and then make a mad dash to a phone of some sort.
My plan doesn't seem like it will go the way I’d like it to go because from the moment I step out of the car, and into the parking lot of the mall, Niall is practically glued to my hip. He has his arm snaked around my waist, holding me tightly, making it impossible to run.
“You look pretty today, are those Eleanor’s clothes?” Niall whispers softly to me, I nod in agreement. He smiles at me and leans down to kiss my cheek, I cringe and try to pull myself away from him.
“Stop squirming!” Niall hisses, pulling me into the closest store. I look up at the sign for the store, Victoria’s Secret. Great.
Niall pulls me over to one of the many large racks with endless colors of bras and panties.
He pulls out a white lacey bra decorated with pale pink flowers and shows it to me.
“Do uh, do you like this?” He stutters, looking down. I look at him and notice his cheeks have turned a pale pink color. I giggle and nod, taking the bra from his hand. I look over to Eleanor and find her laughing in Louis’s arms. She looks so happy, so in love. It looks so natural, like they were meant to be.
This is wrong! I think to myself. He kidnapped her for fucks sake!
I shudder and look back to Niall; he’s got his nose in the racks, digging through the bras to find his favorites. I silently place the bra I’m holding on one of the racks, and back away. I make it all the way out of the store and take off running, looking for anything that could be useful. I spot a pay phone and make a mad dash towards it and I’m almost half way there when someone steps in front of me. I look up to see Harry; he grabs me in a large embrace and leans his head down to whisper in my ear.
“Going somewhere?” He smirks, pulling out his cell phone.
“Oi! Mate!” Harry laughs into the phone. “You lose something?” He pauses. “Yeah, yeah I’ll take her to the one upstairs. Okay, bye!” He says ending the call. He grabs my wrist pulling me towards the elevator.
“You’re in trouble!” He laughs at me as he presses the button for the second floor.
We ride the rest of the short elevator ride in silence, when we get to the second floor the doors open revealing a huge food court, I gasp and my stomach growls. Harry pulls me towards the men’s washroom, makes sure no ones inside and then pushes me inside, slamming and locking the door behind him. I back up until my back is pressed up against one of the stalls.
Harry comes over to me; his arms come up on each side of my body, blocking my escape route. He leans down and presses his forehead against mine. His lips trace patterns along my skin as he moves his lips slowly towards my neck. He inhales deeply ad lets out a sigh.
“You smell so… good.” He whispers. I tremble underneath, placing my hands against his chest and shoving him hard. He stumbles back, letting out a gasp of shock.
Someone knocks on the bathroom door and Harry moves slowly to get it. Keeping his eyes locked on mine the entire time. He unlocks the door and it swings open.
Niall bounds into the room, face red eyes dark. He walks towards me and slaps me across the face, hard. I cry out in pain whimpering as I rub my cheek.
“Get out!” He barks at Harry. Harry leaves the bathroom snickering. They’re so fucking twisted.
Niall turns back to me, his hand slips to my throat, squeezing hard and cutting off my oxygen. I gasp and try to swat his strong hand away but it’s no use. My body starts to feel heavy and I can't seem to keep my eyes open, I’m almost unconscious when he releases his hold on my neck and I fall to the floor, gasping for air.
He squats down so that we’re eye level.
“Now Summer.” He says calmly. “Could you kindly explain what idiotic thought went through your brain when you assumed it would be a good idea to try and escape? Do I have to cut you up like Lou did to Eleanor? Is that what I need to do to prove that you are mine, and there is no way I’m letting you escape!” His voice rises as he finishes his sentence.
I am numb, I can’t move, feel or think. He slaps me across the face, hard.
“What did I say to you about answering me when I ask you something!” He yells ferociously. I just sit there as his words go in through one ear and out the other.
He hauls me off the floor, bending me over the sink. My face presses against the cool counter as his cold hands rip my jeans down my legs.
“Looks like I need to teach you a lesson about running away.” He spits out, pulling his pants down and thrusting into me.
My eyesight goes black as I screech in pain. Niall pulls out and thrusts back into me, tearing at my insides.
“Stop! Please!” I manage to choke out between sobs. All I receive in reply is a dark cold laugh.
He continues to pump in and out of me quickly until his thrusts start to become sloppy and I feel liquid fill me up. He pulls out and I crumble to the floor, pulling my legs up to my chest and sobbing.
“Get dressed.” He hisses at me as he leaves me alone on the cool tile flooring in the washroom.
When Niall comes back into the bathroom 15 minutes later, I’m fully dressed again with my hair tied in a messy topknot. I glance in the mirror, the girl staring back at me’s face is red and blotchy, her lips are swollen and she has dark circles under her eyes. I quickly look away from my reflection and stare at the ground.
Niall comes to me and tilts my chin, so that I’m looking up at him. I flinch at his contact and his eyes darken.
“I’m sorry Summer. I didn’t want our first time to be so… harsh.” He says softly.
“Yeah.” I whisper, blinking back tears. I’m not sure of what to say.
“Lets go home.” He says, taking my hand and leading me out of the bathroom. I respond mechanically, letting him pull me from the bathroom, out of the mall and into the car.
“Eleanor and Savannah will finish shopping for you.” He says, looking at me. I stare out the window and nod.
He takes me home, places me in a bathroom and fills the large tub up with warm water. When the tub is full, he picks me up and gently places me in the tub.
“I’ll let you wash in peace.” He says as he closes the door behind him.
I sit there for a moment in silence and let the reality of what just happened sink in. I’ve been raped. Tears drip down my face and soon enough I’m full out sobbing. I spot a razor lying on the edge of the tub. I pick it up and stare at it. It had been a while since I had self-harmed, 2 years almost but the familiar feel of the razor against my skin had never seemed more comforting,
I press the razor into my skin, dragging it across. I barley feel the pain and as the blood begins to trickle down my wrist and into the water I smile. I slide the razor across my skin 6 more times each time the cut gets deeper. Soon the water in the bathtub is dark red. My eyes grow heavy and I can feel myself loosing consciousness. I give in and let the black envelope me, surrounding me in a warm beautiful place without Niall Horan.
Tori... Why didn't u tell me.. I didn't know... I'm so sorry.. I didn't know that it was that bad.. I cut to.. We'll I used to ... I just can't do it anymore.. I feel like im hurting everyone around me whenever I do it... Please don't leave. Think of me, and ur other friends. Your worth it Tori. Trust me.
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