You and I

Harry Pov

Its been two weeks and that stupid computer still hasn't tracked Abbey's phone. I haven't slept or eaten for these two weeks, I just want my Abbey back.


My parents came home yesterday, they were suppose to come home last week but Gemma got sick so mum took care of her for awhile.


I told them what happened, and now they are as worried as me. Mum keeps trying make eat but I don't want to, I don't want to do anything not till Abbey is back. My mum walks into my room,'' Honey, I know you are worried about Abbey, the police will find her, but until than please get out of the house. Why don't you go to school,'' she says.


''I can't, what if they find Abbey, I want to be the first one to be there to see her again,'' I said as I sitting up on my bed.


Mum sighs,'' Fine, well me and your father have to go to work, so if the police station find her call us right away.''


''I will,'' I say and she kisses my cheek,'' Bye, I will see you after work.'' I nod and lay back in my bed.


Abbey Pov


''Please stop,'' I beg,'' Why are you doing this to me?''


''What? Can I not spend time with my daughter,'' my dad ask. ''How did you find me,'' I ask him not answering his question.


''I got a friendly tip from a friend of yours,'' he tells me. ''What friend, no friend of mine would do this to me,'' I say.


He walks over to me and cups my cheeks in his hands,'' Well I guess you don't know who your true friends are.''


''What's that suppose to mean,'' I ask him. ''Question time is over, I want to have some fun,'' he smirks.


''Please, I'm not feeling so good right now,'' I say. ''I don't care,'' he yells,'' Don't ever back talk to me again,'' and with that he hits me.


Tears come out of my eyes, as I feel the pain in my cheek increase in the seconds. He unties my feet from the chair and moves me to the bed that is in the corner of the room. He throws me on the bed roughly.


As he rips my cloths off I scream,'' Stop, no please.'' He put his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams.


He unzips his pants and brings his member out, without warning he slams into me. ''I missed this,'' he whispers in my ear, still moving his hips.


We both hear a clash from upstairs and footsteps fill the building. He quickly pulls his pants up and ties me back to the chair, then runs upstairs.


I hear yelling and footsteps, then the door swings open and two policemen storm in. ''Abbey Johnson,'' one of the men ask.


I nod weakly,'' We found her notify her family,'' the other man says into his walkie-talkie. They untie me, and carry me up the stairs then outside to the cop car.


One of the men puts a blanket around my body, and they start to drive off. I haven't had any sleep for weeks, because I didn't feel safe.


But finally I feel my eyes shut, and fall asleep.


Harry Pov


I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, and Abbey fills my mind like always. All I want to do is kiss her and hold her.


I hate that her last memory of me is her think I had sex with Bethany. This is all my fault, I should have never went in the restroom. If I didn't go in there I would still be holding Abbey now, instead of her being hurt and away from me.


My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ring, I quickly grab my phone and answer it, '' Hello?''


''Hello is this the Styles residence,'' the person on the phone asks. ''Yes,'' I tell the person.


''Well I'm calling on the behalf of Abbey Johnson, we found her,'' he tells me. ''Is she ok? Can I see her? Can I talk to her,'' billons of questions roll through my mind. ''You can see her, she will be at the hospital,'' he says.


''The hospital, is she hurt,'' I ask so worried. ''She has minor injuries, but I think she will be alright, I have to say though I'm not a doctor,'' he says.


''Ok thank you,'' I say and hang the phone up. I then call my parents as I am head to the hospital.


When I get there I run right to the desk and ask where Abbey is, the nurse leads me to her room.


We stop in front of the door, and I slowly open the door. I see Abbey on the hospital bed sleeping, her wrist are bandaged, so is her head. She has a bruise on her cheek, and all over her arms.


I walk over to her bedside and pull a chair up, I sit down and take her hand. I was think she would wake up, but she didn't. ''Why is she not waking up,'' I ask worried.


''She is in a coma, she was hit on the head with something, and lost a lot of blood,'' the nurse says.


''When will she wake up,'' I question. The nurse shrugs,'' We don't know it might take weeks, months, years.''

Notes

How long will Abbey in coma? Comment your answer.