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Heaven

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"Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will."

Lauren's P.O.V.

I wake up unsure of where I am. The room is dark and I can't move. How did I get here? When did I get here?

"Help me!" I scream, thankful that I was not gagged.

I hear some shuffling upstairs and I try to squirm free. I can hear a door open and I freeze. A blonde boy
who looks a bit older than me comes into view almost looking shy.

"Hello Lauren." he says quietly.

"You?!" I shriek, "You're the boy who hit me with your car!"

"I am sorry for that!" he defends himself, "I had to, you do not understand."

"Let me go!" I shout and he rushes to my side covering my mouth with his hand.

"I am sorry but I can not do that." he says and I begin to cry.

"Shh, shh." the blonde boy trie to comfort me, "I will untie you if you promise not to run."

I shake my head violently, "Let me go, I want to go home."

"I can not let you do that." he says.

"What? Go home?" I ask in panic.

"I can not let you leave me." he clarifies and my blood freezes in my veins.

"Are you going to kill me?" I ask, squirming under the tight grip of the ropes.

"Of course not, what use would you be to me then?"

"Are you going to rape me?"

"Don't be silly." he scoffs and comes towards me with a knife he grabbed out of his back pocket.

"You are going to torture me." I say quietly and he stops.

"No." he says calmly, "I am going to cut you loose."

I close my eyes and feel him near me. With a swift motion the ropes attached to my arms are cut off and I
feel my soar wrists lay by the sides of my head. The boy cuts my ankles free next and I try to sit up.

"I would not move too fast." he says but helps me into sitting position. I flinch away from his touch.

"If you do not let me go, I will call the cops." I threaten and he laughs in my face.

"With what? This?" he asks pulling my cellphone out of his back pocket.

I decide not to answer him and stare straight ahead at the wall.

"Look at me Lauren" he says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

My head snaps towards him, "How did you know my name?"

He looks confused for a moment before answering, "You had your student I.D. on you."

"You're really just going to keep me here." I remark more to myself than to him.

"Yes, well, you will spend much of your time down here until I can be sure you will not try to escape." he
frowns, "I hope this will not take to long."

"Can I at least know your name?"

"You can call me Niall."

~

Once it started getting later he left me alone. I heard him trudge back upstairs and even lock the door,
trapping me in this enclosure. I'm sure he could have kept me in a worse place, I almost feel like I'm
trapped in a hotel room. I lay around on the bed restlessly. The idea of Niall hurting me in some way keeps playing through my mind. Way to fight him form in small, stupid ideas. There was no way I would be able to take him down, he's a lot taller and stronger than I am. I'm just a small skinny teenager. I stand up and decide to take a small walk around my room. I saunter around my enclosure until I spot a door slightly open. I pull the knob towards me and the wood creaks as it opens. A small bathroom with a dirty mirror comes into view. Below the mirror is a sink, to the left is a toilet and to the right is a shower. All the essentials I need to maintain perfect hygiene.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror until it hits me. The perfect idea and escape plan. I reach forward and try to lift the mirror off the wall. It's too heavy and I struggle with it in my grasp. I take a step back and it slips from my grip tumbling to the floor with a loud crashing sound. The sound echoes through the room and I'm almost positive it could be heard from upstairs. I act quickly, grabbing a long, jagged shard of the broken glass and hide it behind my back. I rush out of the bathroom just in time as Niall come into view, rushing down the stairs.

"What happened?" he asks in a panicked tone of voice.

"Nothing," I lie and he squints at me.

"What is behind your back?" he asks and I gulp.

"N-nothing." I repeat and he steps towards me.

"Lauren, show me what you have." he threatens.

"No." I refuse and he inches closer.

"Give it to me." he commands and I shake my head, trying to back up as far away from his as possible.

Eventually he backs me into a wall and I can feel his breath on my face.

"What do you have?" he asks quietly, snaking an arm around my back.

I let out a loud scream and whip the glass shard out from behind, letting it slice through his face across
his cheek. He lets out a loud wail, and clutches his face giving me enough time to run around him and up
the stairs. I reach the door and yank as hard as I can on the handle but it won't open. He locked it. I begin
to panic and feel my face become moist with my tears. Niall comes up from behind me, grabbing the
shard of glass from my grip and dropping it to the floor. I feel his arms around my waist as he drags me
down the stairs and forces me to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Why would you do that?" he asks, looking hurt.

"I want to go home." I wail, "I miss my sister and my family!"

"I am your family now." he states, "Look at what you have done."

I look down at my palm which Niall holds carefully in his hand. I hadn't even noticed that the glass had cut
through my hand from being held so tightly.

"If you had not been so careless this would not have happened." Niall lightly scolds, "Wait here."

He stands up and walks to the bathroom. I hear the sound of water running and he soon comes back with
a wet cloth.

"Keep this on the wound." he says and places the rag over my palm. I wince slightly.

I apply a small amount of pressure and he smiles gently.

"I am going to grab the first aid kit from upstairs, I will be back." he informs and then leaves me alone.

I begin to weep, I feel trapped like some animal. Niall comes back down only seconds later holding a
small white case. He opens it on the bed, right beside me and reaches for some Neosporin and
astringent.

"This will hurt for only a second." he informs and moves the bottle towards my face, to pour it onto the
drying rag in my clutch.

I knock his hand away from me, causing the bottle to spill its contents in his face. He hisses in pain and
jumps up spewing profanities.

"What the fuck?" he howls and I try to stand up but he pushes me down forcefully.

He rubs his face and raises his hands to me. I flinch in fear and he pauses for a second before grabbing
the lamp on the bedside table. In a rage he throws it at the wall behind my head. I wince aloud when I
hear it smash into pieces.

"What's wrong with you?!" he screams in my face. I begin to full out sob.

I look up at him with blurred vision as my tears stain my cheeks. His face does not soften, instead he
looks upon me with disgust.

"This is all your fault!" he shouts and I cringe.

Niall storms off to the bathroom and I scramble up to my feet. I make my way to the pile of shattered glass
and begin picking up the pieces.

"You do not have to do that." Niall's voice causes me to jump.

I turn around to face him, a towel dangles over his shoulder and his face is now completely dry.

"If you continue doing that you might hurt yourself." he says and I shrug.

"We have a first aid kit here." I mumble and he shoots me a lopsided smile.

"You are very...defiant." he declares and I almost snort.

"I wouldn't have to be rude to you if you weren't keeping me hostage here." I defend and he begins to
frown.

"I am trying to help you." he says.

"How is this supposed to help me?" I ask motioning to the room surrounding us, "I don't want to be here
and yet you refuse to let me go."

"It's no that simple."

"Humor me." I almost beg.

"You did not fit in there." he says casually.

"What?"

"Out there, in the world. You did not fit in." he tries again.

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw you, Lauren. I saw how different you were from all those other kids. How different they looked
compared to you. I realized that you needed me just as much as I needed you. I saved you." he says and
I feel my face heat up in anger.

"You listen to me Niall, it is in no way your place to decide where I belong or what my life is like!" I shout
and drop the pieces of glass I am currently holding, back into the pile on the ground. I take a step towards
him and he doesn't even break eye contact.

"You have no right!" I spit, "You can't just take me away from my home, from my family. I'm telling you,
they're looking for me right now, and when they find me, your ass is beat."

Niall smirks at me and I freeze, does he really find this funny?

"You are wrong, princess. If anyone comes within a hundred yard radius of you or me, they will be dead."
he sneers, eyes glowering into mine.

"What makes you so sure of that?" I growl.

"You know what, I will take care of them right now." he laughs and I frown.

"What do you mean?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I will go out there right now and stop them from ever becoming a threat to us," he says with an ice cold
voice, "I will make sure that they never come near us, and that you will be here with me for the rest of
your days."

"How do you plan on doing that?" my voice now barely a whisper.

"I have my ways." he snarls and reaches behind him, pulling out a silver revolver.

Niall grabs my arm violently before forcing me to sit down on the bed.

"Are you going to be good while I am gone, or will I have to tie you up again?" he asks shoving me so that
I'm on my back.

"Please don't hurt anyone!" I plead and he almost smiles.

"You are not running this place, princess. I am in charge here, whether you like it or not." he runs his hand
through his hair, "I will be back for you."

He storms away from me, leaving me shaking on the bed. I hear the basement door slam shut and lock
before curling into a ball. He was going to kill my family, or hurt them. Who knew? He was a psycho, a
sick psycho, and I was going to do whatever it took to escape from this Hell.