Cat's pov

Reece holds out a hand to help me up.
I just stare at it.
He chuckles a bit, "come on, get up." He pushes his hand closer to me.
My hand is shaking in his.
I dust myself off and look around for Harry.

Nope.
It's just me and Reece.

His eyes are on me, he moves closer. "Are you okay? You look like you've been crying." He wipes my cheek and I flinch away.
"I h-h-have to g-go." i say. I start to walk away, but he grabs my arm.
His fingers sink into my skin and he pulls me back.
He puts his lips next to my ear, "Where you goin'?"
"H-home..."
"I'll drive you. My car's over here." he drags on my arm, sinking his fingers deeper, I bite my cheek and try to pull off and away from him.

"Help! Help! Help!" I cry.
"Shut the fuck up!" Reece slaps me, I fall to the ground and he leans down to my level. "Calm down babe, I'll take care of you....like the old days."
I shake my head.
"No..no please no."
He kicks me in the gut, "Yes. Get up, whore."
"P-plea-" he slaps me again with the back of his hand. I taste blood and feel it escaping through the side of my mouth.
"Get the fuck up."

I stand up and for the second time today I am pushed into a car.

We keep driving, speeding through the shady side of town.
He stops at a big, banged up house.
"Get your ass up." he pulls me out of the car and bangs on the door.

A boy with a dazed, drunken look opens it. He smiles and smokes surrounds him, that's defiantly not cigarette smoke.
"Who's the bitch?" he asks, pointing with one finger on a hand that holds a bottle of beer.
"Mike, Cat. Cat, Mike." Reece pushes me through the door and waves hi to a group of sluts and douche bags.

"Reeeeece!" a girl slurs, laughing, "Who's the nun?"
"Cat." Mike says, resting his body on the wall.
"She's going to spend the night in my room." Reece winks, I feel my heart race and wish Harry were here to help me.

Reece grabs a few beers and a joint and walks me up stairs.
"Reece, please, let me go...please"
He looks at me and locks the door.
"Why babe, don't you want to have fun?"
"The last thing I want to do is have fun with you." I literally spit at him, some blood mixed in.
He grabs my hair and throws me to the bed, my head banging on the backboard.

He laughs and takes a drag of his joint.

"I think you and I are going to have fun." he smiles, "let's play a game. You listen to me, if you don't....we can repeat what happened last time." He pulls out his belt.

My eyes go wide, "NO!"
The belt whips across my ribs.

Harry's pov

I stare at her phone.
It fell out before she walked out the door.

I run my fingers through my hair.

"What the hell did I do wrong!" I smack the steering wheel.

I pick up my phone.

"Louis?"
"Yeah..."
"I fucked up."
"Go fix it."
"I don't know where she went!"
I hear rustling in the back ground, "Mr. Styles?" Alane says.
"Yeah?"
"I think I know where she is...Come over to Louis' house."

When I get there, Louis sits me down slowly.
"You gotta see this."

Alane walks back in, pale. She looks like she is going to pass out when she pulls out her phone.
A text.

Unknown number: We haven't talked in awhile. Maybe you should come over? You could visit a friend...-Reece
A new message pops up.

A picture of Cat pops up, a bruised, bloody, tear stained face.

Notes

REECE IS A FUCKING PSYCHO!!!!!
Harry's going to kill him....

IF they can find him....