Eliza's POV:

I woke up in a dark basement, the only light coming from a half broken door that was hanging open.

I groaned and rolled over, panting slightly at the pain in my sides. My dark brown hair fell around me in waves, tangled and dirty. My pale hands shook slightly as I attempted to push myself up to a sitting position.

Where was I? I couldn't remember anything from yesterday. I remember getting out of my car, locking it, on the way to the bagel shop. Then the shadows must have taken over, because everything else was a blur.

I hated having the shadows. My whole life they'd had haunted me, making it impossible to have friends, to have anyone.

I shuddered as I remembered running away from my burning house as a child. I knew I'd done it, but I had no memory of it.

That's why I'd never returned, or shown myself. I'd seen on the news on a local shop TV, that they'd assumed I'd burned in the fire.

So I'd changed my name, run away. Lived on the streets. Alone, lost. I knew the shadows had come with me, because wherever I went, deaths followed me. I knew I killed the people, again, but I couldn't remember doing it.

"Eliza," a cold voice rang through the room, and I gasped, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. I looked wildly about, trying to locate the voice.

A man was standing in the doorway where the light was coming from.

"That's not my name," I whispered to the floor. "That's not my name." I started to shake.

"Really?" Said the voice carelessly, taking a few steps forward into the room and allowing the door to swing shut. Light still trickled in through the numerous holes in the door. "Because you sure look a lot like Eliza."

"That's not my name," I snarled at the floor, more loudly this time.

"Eliza, don't lie, love," the voice whispered, coming towards me. "I know it's you."

"That's not-"

A foot came out of nowhere, and kicked me over, so I was lying on my back.

I froze.

"Jeremy," I gasped.

I began to shake. I didn't want him to find me. I'd been running from him. He hated me.

He kicked me again.

"I'm not Eliza!" I shrieked, scrambling away from him. "My name is Denise!"

"Cut the crap Liz," he growled, kicking me again. "You tried to hide, didn't you? And all those deaths all over the UK? Those were all you? Don't answer that, I don't want to hear you lie. I can't believe you left." His voice cracked. "I can't believe you left me."

I was now cowering again the wall, curled into a ball on the ground, my brother towering over me.

"I NEEDED YOU!" he suddenly shrieked, aiming a punch for my face, but he missed. "I WAS ALL ALONE! AND I NEEDED MY SISTER! HOWEVER FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD YOU ARE, I NEEDED SOMEONE, ANYONE, SO I WASN'T ALONE, AND YOU JUST LEFT. TOO SCARED TO RISK YOUR OWN NECK!"

I shook violently, tears streaming down my face.

"Well guess what," he purred, crouching down beside me. "Now you're going to pay."

"Please let me go," I sobbed. "I have a son... he needs me."

"You're a liar," Jeremy scoffed, standing up again and striding away. "No one would marry you. You're an atrocity."

I wiped my eyes with my filthy arm, and stood up slowly, my body screaming in objection, aching from being kidnapped by my own brother.

"Please," I whispered. "I have a son, he's not even a year old. He needs me."

"Really?" Jeremy said, turning around and smiling disbelievingly. "What his name, eh? Does he have a name?"

He laughed and stared, waiting, clearly assuming I was lying.

"Theo," I said coldly. "Theo Horan."

Jeremy's skeptical smile vanished in a second.

"What... did you say?" He whispered.

"Theo Horan."



Louis' POV:

I paced back and fourth in Harry's living room. The sun had set, and a light snow was falling outside. Inside the house, a warm cheery fire was burning in the fireplace.

Espy sat on the carpet in front of the fire, warning her hands. Her tutor had just left.

It been a week since she'd killed the man. It'd been on the news.

She swore she couldn't remember doing it. All she could remember was the rage, and the... "shadows".

I hadn't told Harry, and as the man remained unidentifiable, they hadn't really looked into who'd killed him.

Eleanor had found Niall. I smiled and felt my eyes sting with silent joy as I remembered the call. She'd called everyday, twice a day, since then.

She refused to tell anyone about her kidnapper, other than she'd been with Essence. I was so surprised that they'd both just shown up at Niall's house.

But I wasn't complaining. She was safe. And in a house with Niall's mum, Dad, brother, Zayn, Perrie, Niall himself and this mysterious mother of Espy, I didn't think anyone would try to kidnap her again.

I'd talked to Niall. He said not to tell Espy that they'd found her mum. Not yet. He also said neither girl would say anything about their kidnapping, but both girls had a habit of screaming and crying in their sleep. And both were covered in cuts and bruises. Essence, of course, looked a great deal worse Eleanor.

Niall said he would continue to try and get information from them, but of course it was a very touchy subject.

It was Espy that was scaring me the most. I didn't understand what she meant by "the shadows". And she'd literally killed a man. Right in front of me.

I was worried she'd hurt me and Harry. Not on purpose of course, but... she was disturbed, to say the least.

I think it was time Niall took her back.

I stopped pacing and took out my phone to call Niall. I went into the kitchen, reaching for a pear that was in the fruit basket beside the stove.

"Louis? What's up?"

"Niall, when are you going to introduce Espy to her mum?"

"Soon, I guess," Niall said, sounding tired. "She's kind of... crazy right now."

"Crazy," I said, tensing slightly. "How so?"

"Well she always was," Niall said simply. "It's just gotten worse."

"What's gotten worse?"

"Nothing, I gotta go Lou, I'll call you later."

And the line went dead.

She always was. It's just gotten worse.

What had gotten worse?

Notes

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