Olivia's P.O.V.
I woke up already crying. My gouge wasn't bleeding but it wasn't closing up. It hurt so bad. Every little movement cause terrible, blatant pain to ripple up my sides and chest. I whimper and lay on my side, curled up.

And then something else hits me...

I am no longer cold.

And if anyone knows anything. The minute you become so cold that you can't even tell you're cold is the minute you need to start worrying. I know very well my body will not, if not not already, be suffering from the effects of hypothermia.

I could die down here.

A sob erupts but no tears come. There is no liquid in my body for tears. My skin all over feels numb, my eyes dry, my throat raspy and sore, my legs cramped, my torso painful from every tiny movement.

I have never felt more hopeless, alone and afraid in my entire life.

Harry's P.O.V.
"She's running out of time. i just don't know what to do!" I spit at Zayn. We're all gathered in the kitchen. I'm such a fucking mess. I miss her. So fucking much. I feel so fucking lost and worried and confused. Fuck....

"We have to get it out of him. We haven't been going hard enough. We need to get to business." John butts in.

"What do you expect me to fucking do? Rip his toe nails out?" I scoff, snapping at my best mates.

"Well if it comes to it." He laughs.

Right on cue the door swings open to my fathers office where Tyler was supposed to meet 'Kenneth.'

"Well hey, Tyler, old buddy!" Louis laughs a sinister laugh. Tyler pales as Louis reaches out grabs his collar and yanks him off of his feet before tossing him on the ground with a loud thump.

"Be careful boys, we wouldn't want Olivia to be thrown on the floor that hard would we? She's already in a frail condition!" He laughs a fucking creepy ass laugh.

Wait..

"What did you just say?" I growl lowly at him. He doesn't answer. "ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!" I scream in his face, grabbing his shirt to rip him up to his feet.

I see a thin layer of sweat forming but no sign of worry on his face. Just humor.

"You're fucking sick!" I yell before driving a fist to his face.

"Oops, one more hit. Lets hope she can take it!" He laughs.

Then it clicks....

I drop him on his ass and stumble back.

No. No fuck, fucking, no!

"You're lying!" I spit, beginning to pace as he gets to his feet.

"Oh, I wish, Harry. I bet Olivia does too!"

"DON'T FUCKING SAY HER NAME YOU SICK, PRICK!" I try to lunge but Zayn takes my shoulder.

"WHat is he talkng about?" John yells, shoving Tyler's chest roughly, getting in his face as I continue to try to strangle him.

"Every hand you lay on me. I lay on her."

I nearly fucking hurl on my shoes. I recall every punch and shove and the knife.....

Holy....

The knife.. He wouldn't. He didn't!

All I see is red.

He looks scared as I charge him like a freight train.

"HARRY YOU'LL KILL HIM!" Fuck, I blanked out of it again.. I blink. Tyler is on his face on the floor, remains of a wooden chair in my hands and on his back. Hold shit. I crack the wood over his back one last time.

"Good. It's time he does. I'll find her my own." I spit down at him before grabbing his hair, pulling up and slamming his head on the floor.

I mean it. I'm going to kill him. All I can see is him striking her. It's enough to make me physically ill and mentally unhinged. And they all knew it. I was going to kill him.

He mumbles something incoherent but I ignore it for a moment. Fuck him.

"Wait, he said something!" Liam grabs my shoulder as I continue to smash his face in to the wood. I kick him in the ribs and shove him on to his back.

"Talk!" I hiss through my teeth. Now. Now, he is scared. He stammers quietly, his eyes huge. "WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE!" I hollow like an animal in his face.

"T-the basement of the meat processor in the town over."

I kick him straight in the mouth before standing back up. Straightening the black blazer on my back and swiping my hair out of my face I walk form the newly trashed office.

"Lets go, boys."

Olivia's P.O.V.

It's getting harder.

harder to keep my breath stable and to keep my eyes open. I just woke up but for some reason my eyes keep drooping and I know it is not a good sign. I wiggle my wrist and gasp as the ropes digs even deeper in to my already open sore covered wrists.

I am going to die in this basement. This cellar. My cement prison.

He never came for me. I thought he would. But he didn't. I always figured he would turn out good in the end.. I was wrong. And I regret trusting him. I should have tried to escape when I could have.

Now I will never, truly never, see my loved ones again.

My eyes are so heavy. My head drops. I can no longer support it. I groan in pain as I slip down to my side again, resting my cheek on the hard ground.

I will miss you Harry. Even though I should not. I will. And it makes me foolish but I do not care.

Black spots my vision and I'm yanked under.

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Hands. No wait, arms. Hard arms. Hands touch my face. Voices are loud, too loud. Why si everyone is everyone so noisy? I am tired, they should be more considerate.

"Olivi...." Woah, whats that? I am confused. I try to open my eyes but they only flutter. I groan. More hands touch me. What? "Olivia, baby."

Wait. I know that voice! It's my boy Harry! What is he doing here?

"Open your eyes, pigeon. Please, Olivia. Open your eyes, I'm here!" Hot breath fans my face. Mint. I smell mint. What? I groan and then there is some happy whispers. I'm cold. What is going on.

Arms slide under my back and I yelp as they come in contact with my wrists. My eyes fly open, the pain knocking me out of my delirious state....

I see green. Green like an emerald and rolling fields all in one. I sigh happily. Harry had eyes like that. I miss him.

"Honey, can you hear me?" Harry says.. wait? I am not imagining this. Harry. He is here...?

"Ha -arry?" I whimper, my throat burns. I blink a few times and find a light on my eyes from the open door. People are standing over us and kneeling next to us as Harry leans over me.

"I'm here, it's OK. I'm here. Can you sit up?"

"Harry!" Ignoring his questions. He is here. He came for me. My Harry is here. My hero.

He smiles a beautiful smile and takes my hips pulling me up. I groan and slump forward.

"Harry I am so sore." I whimper as my head flops on to his chest.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry. We're going home. It's alright now. Cut the ropes!" I hear someone shuffle behind me, I stifle a sob as the ropes are peeled from the sore they have nearly fused to.

"Harry, it hurts!" I cry out. He whispers soft words in my ear and pets my hair as someone finally unbinds my limbs. My arms are numb and when untied feel like rubber.

"Oh shit, look at her wrists." Louis. I hear Louis. Oh, Louis. I missed him too. I feel my arms being lifted and inspected. Harry curses a string of curses and I giggle. Naughty words.

"Why is she laughing?"

"Harreh, I'm real sleepy!" I yawn and giggle again, pushing off if his chest I begin to fall on to my back before he quickly grabs me again.

"She needs to go. Now." Hands tale my hips from behind, and another set grab under my elbows and I'm brought to my legs. When they try to steady me on my feet my legs give out, Louis, who's behind me, jumps and grabs my side, his hand gripping my wound.

Oh good lord. The pain.

I think I scream then. I am not sure but a loud voice breaks the silence and more cusses are thrown. Black dots my vision. My legs feel like they are no longer attached and my head pounds. My shirt is lifted and someone yells terrible words in a mean and mad voice. Blackness...

I awake and suddenly I'm awake. Oh gosh, it is so bright. SO bright. I whimper and bring my hands to my face.

Hands smooth my forehead and smooth, wet, skin is pressed to my forehead.

"We're on our way. Just stay with me, OK?" Harry pleas. My head is on his lap, my feet over Louis in the back of a car.

I made it.

I survived.

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