Olivia's P.O.V.

I'm awaken by a sharp smack that hits my face.

I scream and clench my eyes as another fist delves in to me from Tyler's hand. I do not understand.

I take a hit or two more before he retreats. I curled in to a ball after the first contact was made. So the punches were mostly to me back.

But the pain was just as surreal and.

I cry. For the first time being here, in this new prison of cement and cold air. I cry my brown eyes out. It feels good to cry because I am very mad at the world right now. I am mad at the fact that I honestly do not I deserved this. I was always kind and humble. Attended church each Sunday, even said grace with my modest parents each night before our dinner. I never picked on anyone. Maybe a little judgmental at times. But never hateful or cruel to those whom differed from myself.

So why were the ones I loved ripped from me maliciously and why was there this scary and black thought in my heart that kept making me believe that I would never get out of here?

A shiver breaks down my sore and bruised back.

I am so cold. I have been attempting to ignore it but I do not think I can any longer. There is no heat down here and it is almost winter. I'm in leggings and a T shirt.

I cry and shiver until sleep find me. A temporary peace to the never ending nightmare that is my life.

I just wish Harry was here. Why hasn't he found me? Why hasn't my Niall found me?

I do not understand any longer.

Harry's P.O.V.

I make one last sweep of the house before leaving and crossing the address of in my mind.

Fuck

Only two houses left and then I was completely out of options. This ones empty, just used as a whore house for needy members or a safe house in emergencies. She wasn't any where in the property.

I pull out a cig and puff away as I speed to the next property only to find it empty. I let out a string of curses and trash the nearly empty living room.

The same with the last house our mafia owns.

Fucking god...

I need to have him tell me. Or I am so fucked....

I have to get to her in time.

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I take a seat in the kitchen. Drumming my fingers. Checking my watch. Where hell is this dumb ass?

I haven't touched him since the day in the cellar. And he's lucky as shit. It's been three days since then. A total of four that she has been gone. It hurts. It literally fucking hurts that she's not here. That poor girl. I want to fucking rip Tyler's insides out and then shove him don some damn stairs...

Cunt.

The door swings open and he steps in.

Just about time. Her memory fresh in my mind gets me ready. He's in for some deep shit.

He stops when he sees me there. His face pales. I smirk.

He turns on his heels and runs from the room but I'm too fast, I lunge at him, grab the back of his jacket and whip him, making him fall on to his back.

"GET THE FUCK UP!'' My voice nothing but hate and anger. Her sweet face fills my mind and it nearly drives me over the cliff I'm standing on. I can't lose control but his face makes it hard.

He scurries up, just as pissed. The funny part being if he touches me I could kill him and it wouldn't even make my father blink twice.

"Careful Harry; we wouldn't want your little princess to be with out my loving care if you kill me." he snarls.

That's it.

I stroll to the knife block and pull out the butcher block, pulling out the pizza knife. (the biggest huge scary one muahaha) Nonchalantly spinning it on the rough pad of my pointer finger.

"Who said anything about killing you?" His face pales and I lunge again. My arm, forming a bar over his throat as I pin him to the table. I place the night on his side lightly as he squirms. "You have five fucking seconds!" I hiss, applying pressure to show him I'm not playing game with him any longer. And I'm fucking not.

He chokes and his face turns red as I crush his windpipe.

I wait twenty seconds.

Fifteen too long.

I don't hesitate as I drive the knife in to his side.

He gasps and collapses, I move my arm as he slips to my kitchen floor.

I turn and leave.

"You can never finish a job, harry. Can't even kill the man holding your girl." He chuckles, I laugh harder and turn. I didn't kill him for a reason. not like I couldn't.

"I would die for her. What makes you think I wouldn't kill for her?" I shake my head and let the bastard sit there and bleed. "Oh yeah, next time I will make sure not to miss anything too important." I laugh as I stroll from the kitchen.

Olivia's P.O.V.

I shiver.

I have been in here for god only knows how long. I'm starving. My stomach pangs from hunger. My throat is raw and dry form the lack of fluids.

I wish death would overcome me. By wrists keep bleeding. My legs might as well not even be attached, they started cramping so bad it brought me to tears. Not they just tingle. My arms are killing me the most. They have been tied behind me tightly and are bare to the cold air, thanks to my T shirt.

Tyler hasn't beaten since a few days ago. Only twice really so far. But my body still was taking time to recover from his grown man strikes.

My dehydration, lack of exercise, and limited supply made it harder to recover.

I am incredibly mad. I have been since being here. Not at Tyler or the Police or even myself.

At Harry and Niall.

How could Harry let him take me and not care in the slightest? How could he have not come for me? I thought ... I thought... I don't what I thought. I just remember his words 'I want to change for you.' They feel empty now.

I'm mad at Niall he hasn't found me. He promised he would always be there for me. he was my best friend. I know that is selfish but it makes coping easier by blaming others. It helped keep the thought that I deserved this at bay.

because I did not deserve this.

And I would not allow myself to believe otherwise.

I hear the creaking of floor boards above me.

I scurry to the corner on my knees. Please don't come down here. Please. Please. Please. I pray to the god that has not been answering me at night. It makes me doubt he is there. I pray to myself with my eyes screwed shut until the door.

Only then do I start my screeching and inhumane babble as he charges at me.

His hand is clutched over his side.

I don't see the silver metal until it's pierced in to the far side of my body.

Nothing has ever hurt that bad.

Not the rips and tears in my skin from dance. Not when I fell off my bike and landed on the cement when I was seven. Not as bad as the time I knocked my head on my dresser when he first took me.

It was hot and cold at the same time. It stung and burned simultaneously. And it bled hot, red,
sticky liquid.


He just stabbed me?

Where was my god now?

If I had known the end to be this way.. dissapointing and cold. I would have lived like the other kids my age more.

I would not have went to church.

I would have laughed at those who did.

My screams were replaced with a sob. The room fills with Tyler's laughs. I cry harder. Wet, cold tears. I'm surprised my body even has enough liquid to supply any more tears.

"You can thank Harry for that." he growl, pulling it out quickly. It burns and the pain flies through my every cell.

I can tell you the minute those words left his mouth was the moment and only moment that I wished for death.

How could he?

I was not sure what that meant. But I hated it. I wanted Harry to be hurt like I am. Tied up and caged like an animal.

He leans down and grabs my shoulders that have began to slump down as I fought losing consciousness.

He pulls out a roll of something white and soft and then wraps it tightly around my abdomen. I fall on my side and his shirt rides.

I see a flash of the same white cloth on his torso.

Then I see darkness when my eyes roll in to the back of my head.

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