You Know What They Do To Girls Like Us

“What?” I can barely gather enough air to form words.

“You heard me, Robin,” he spits my name out like poison. “He killed his last girlfriend. Do you really want to end up like her?”

“You’re lying,” I take a step back when I notice that he’s advancing. “You’re lying.”

“When have I ever lied to you?” his jaw is locked tight in anger. “When have I ever done anything to hurt you? I have done nothing, but try to protect you from that monster.”

“He’s not a monster!” I shout.

“Is there a problem?” Harry walks up behind Louis.

Holding my breath, I wait for what will explode when Louis turns around to face Harry.

“Stay out of this,” Louis hisses at Harry.

“Are we forgetting that I’m her master and that you should never have gotten into this in the first place,” Harry’s hands ball into fists as he steps closer to Louis.

“I’m trying to keep her safe from you. She already knows,” Louis crosses his arms with a pleased grin plastered on his face.

“She knows?” Harry’s face drops.

“She needs to know the truth, Harry,” Louis steps back and puts an arm around my shoulders. I shrug out of his hold.

“I don’t think she trusts you,” Harry laughs.

“Both of you please just shut up,” I slink away from Louis as he once again tries to touch me.

My request is obviously ignored.

“Stay away from her,” each syllable is stressed as it comes out of Harry’s mouth.

“You need to look in the mirror and think about what you did. And you need to realize that you can’t change who you’ve become,” Louis points an accusing finger at Harry.

“You bastard,” I shrink back as Harry’s voice becomes louder.

Something black enters my peripheral vision. It’s one of the butlers of the House. Except he’s a lot burlier than most of the elderly men I see carrying tiny silver trays. He lingers a few yards away at a small hallway table, carefully watering the flower vase that delicately sits upon the waxed mahogany. The flowers are fake.

I notice that Louis has spotted the butler; Harry’s back is turned to the man clad in a tuxedo.

“Keep your voice down,” Louis mutters to Harry.

“I will do what I damn well please!” Harry erupts. “Including ordering you to stay away from Robin.”

“Dammit, Harry – shut up,” Louis’ eyes dart back and forth from Harry to the butler.

That butler is taking an awfully long time prepping the flowers. I’m honestly considering telling him that they’re not real.

“You need to shut up and leave!” Harry shoves Louis.

“Alright boys, that’s enough,” the butler starts walking towards us.

“Fuck,” Harry mutters when he realizes someone else is in our presence.

I stiffen when I see that the butler moves right past the guys and directly to me.

“Miss, come with me,” the butler grabs my arm roughly.

“Don’t!” Louis reaches for me, but the butler moves too quickly. “What are you doing with her!”

“What’s going on?” I try pulling out of the butler’s grip, but he’s way too strong. “Louis?”

“Let go of her!” Louis starts breaking into a run.

“Louis!” I scream as if it will stop the man from dragging me across the carpet.

“Let her-” Louis’ voice becomes muffled.

The butler pushes me into an elevator before Louis can get to us. I hear a strange hiss as the butler pushes a button. My head starts swimming and banging on the elevator door ceases as we start to ascend. I drag my eyes to the butler and barely make out something covering his face.

“Wh…” my vision goes black before I can form any words.

~

“Robin! Robin!”

Screaming faintly reaches my ears as I open my eyes slowly. My body sways curiously. That’s funny. It’s like I’m on a plank or something. Looking down, I realize that I am. I am on a plank. Above a pool of water. I try to move, but soon notice that I am fastened to a chair. The cuffs of chains lay open at my wrists and ankles, not yet closed yet.

Holy shit. This is not happening.

“Robin!”

Through a glass pane I see April, Sara, and the rest of the guys. I don’t see Louis. Where’s Eliza?

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a male voice comes through a loud speaker. “Let this be a lesson to not get in the way.”

“No, NO!” I start screaming frantically, but I can’t move my arms or legs.

A click resounds through the concrete and steel room. The cuffs around my ankles clasp, and I anticipate that my wrists will be net.

“DON’T” a familiar voice shouts from behind me.

I can turn my head just enough to see Louis shove his way through the closing glass doors of the tank.

“Somebody stop him!” the male voice yells.

Before I can react or comprehend what Louis is doing, he shoves his wrist next to mine. The clasp snaps, catching both his wrist and my wrist in the cuff.

“It’s going to be okay,” Louis cups the side of my face with his free hand. “Don’t worry; everything is going to be okay.”

“Louis, what are you doing?” tears brim behind my eyes. He can’t do this.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he shakes his head slightly and gives a weak smile.

The platform beneath us drops at the same time my stomach drops.

The water is ice cold as it makes contact with my body. The impact of the heavy chains hitting the water jolts breath out of me. Screaming, I try to fight the weight to reach Louis. His hand finds mine and brings my struggle to a standstill. I would cry, but my eyes cannot produce tears underwater. His face is all I can see as the weights slowly drag us down. The bubbles trailing out of our mouths almost make it seem pretty. Little bubbles of life leaving our bodies as our feet hit the bottom of the tank.

Notes

Hello, lovelies! So sorry this was once again a long period of time before another update, but I'm pretty sure it was worth the wait, yeah? Anyway this was a very intense chapter and frankly I got way into it - I'm emotionally stressed right now.
So I hope you liked it and let me know what you think will happen next in the comments! Thank you for reading!
~christi ellie
p.s. I regret to inform you all that there are only two/three more chapters until the end of the story. Prepare yourselves for the goodbye. :,(