Secrets

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to figure out where the hell I was. Nothing looked familiar. It seemed like I wasn't in England anymore. The air was cold and darkness surrounded me as my eyes darted around, trying to find any form of existence.
My eyes felt heavy like I'd been awake for hours on end but I knew that somehow they were closed by someone. Forcefully.
I sat myself up on whatever I had been sleeping on. My hand brushed past my jeans that were now ripped in so many places, skin showing. Scars marked across my skin that was visible. My hand sat uncomfortably on the cement slab.
As I tried to steady myself. I felt weaker and weaker by the moment. Like I was drained. Physically and also mentally.
I slowly bring both my legs up to my chest. Feeling powerless in a place I didn't know. A place I had never seen.
My legs ached as pain instantly shot up both my legs. I pulled them back down gently before I swore out in anger and pain.
My eyes locked onto something. Someone. Someone that was staring at me with an evil smile.
"So glad you could finally join me," Harry laughed as he took a step closer to me. I had nowhere to go.
"What the hell did you do to me?" I shouted as I heard my voice crack halfway through the sentence.
"I didn't do anything to you. You did it yourself," Harry eerily spoke.
"How the hell can I do that to myself? Look at me for fucks sake, Harry! Look at me! The cuts are so fucking deep it's not funny. How the fuck would I make cuts like that on my own body?" I argued.
My eyes stared at an item that lay beside me. A knife. It had fresh blood dripping from the tip. Like it had been used recently.
Harry sat there in silence, refusing to answer my previous statement.
"How fucking long have I been unconscious for? I demanded.
"Three days," Harry said sheepishly.
"Three days? Fuck I'm late. Fuck he's going to kill me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I spoke angrily.
"Late for what? Who's going to kill you?" Harry responded, licking his lips whilst crossing his arms over his chest.
"You wouldn't care," I shouted, forcing myself to jump down off the concrete slab, as pain shot through my legs.
I stumbled towards a smaller concrete slab where my wallet was. I picked it up and looked inside. Empty. No money. Was this all a dream? Would I wake up soon and it would be all over?
"Looking for something?" Harry questioned, moving two large steps closer to me.
"I swear it was in here. Fuck! Harry did you see $600 lying around here?" I said, flicking through all the areas in my wallet.
"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't," Harry teased.
"Listen here, Harry. That fucking money you took was to pay someone a debt that I am in. Can you just give me back the fucking money?" I raised my voice.
"It's too late Louis. I've already spent it. I bought myself two new tattoos. Fuck and You. Hope you don't mind me using it. I figured you'd have more of that kind of money on you somewhere," Harry laughed sarcastically. Which obviously means he did not buy two new tattoos. Probably just wasted it on some more torture equipment. Boy was I right.
Hanging up on the wall were four new whips. One silver. One gold. One black. One leather. Harry saw me staring at them and he immediately moved in front of my face to block my view.
"Well I best be going. I'm going to go face the person I owed that money to. If I'm never seen again you know why," I responded and kept walking towards the door where the stairs were.
I dragged my legs slowly up the stairs as I heard Harry say, "Come back, soon. I'll be expecting you. I wanna try something else on you."
Little did Harry know I'd probably not make it out alive after seeing Aaron.
The walk up the stairs was painfully slow. I had to stop every few moments to make sure my fucking legs were still attached. I kept mouthing swear words to myself, under my breath. One or two "fucks" would escape every once in awhile.
After a painful thirty minutes. I managed make it back up to the surface. I remembered where I was now. A few streets down from where Aaron would be expecting me.
I breathed in as I walked slowly to the alleyway. Predicting what he'd do to me. Maybe he'd take it easy on me cause of the state I was in. Haha hell no. Aaron would still beat the shit out of me. It's his nature. I don't know why I got involved with him now. It was a bad mistake at 14 years old but it also kept me sane while murdering became my new interest. I guess I could say a special thank you to Aaron for how fucking twisted I became over the years.
After ten minutes of slow walking and stopping every so often. I made it to the entrance of the alleyway.
An all too familiar face greeted me. Aaron. He brought a "friend" along with him. How the fuck did he even have friends? He is a horrid person. Who would want to hang out with him? Probably someone just as insane as Aaron. Someone who has the same sick and twisted motives as Aaron.
A friend that looked just as bad as Aaron did. I'd only seen his friend a handful of times. Mainly when I couldn't pay. It was like his backup.
Aaron and Jace turned around to face me. That's when I studied all their features. Maybe I could murder them when they weren't ready. Maybe they would become my next victims. Now there's a thought. It would rid the world of two assholes.
Jace had dirty blonde hair. Eyebrow piercing and lip piercing adorned his face. It must be some new trend thing to get your lip pierced cause Aaron had snakebites which was pretty close to a lip piercing and here we had Jace with similar things in his face. Tattoos covered his whole left arm which was visible to everyone. Tattoos must be a new ritual or something cause everyone has them. Including myself but I am not apart of anything that Aaron or Jace are in. And those green menacing eyes that tore through my skin.
Aaron had very dark brown hair. It was almost black. Snakebites and both arms covered in tattoos. Blue eyes that were so deadly it hurt to look at them for too long. They stared at me as I kept walking forward.
"You're fucking late again," Aaron yelled at me.
"You have the money, don't you? Jace questioned.
"Well there's a story about where my money is," I replied, gulping hard.
"Go on, tell us your fucking pathetic story. Bet it's another fucking lie," Aaron snorted, looking at Jace and refusing to look me in the eyes.
I started speaking," Well I had $600 but then some guy named Harry took me into his hideaway. Knocked me out with some strange liquid and I didn't wake up til now, three days later and Harry took my money and-" I was cut off by Jace interrupting me.
"Fucking bullshit," Jace interjected.
"You know what we do to people who don't pay us on time right?" Aaron threatened.
"Let's fucking torture him," Jace pipes up.
"Torture me," I said angrily, "I can handle anything you fucking throw at me." I was scared of what Aaron would do to me. I had never really been beaten by Aaron. As I always found a way to pay for my debts before the due date comes around and hits me in the face. I wasn't going to admit that I was scared though.
I'd never been on Aaron's bad side before. I just wish I never met Harry now. I wish I didn't trust him so soon. Harry and I had barely talked. So why did I decide to go and hideaway with him so soon? That was the question playing over and over in my head.
I knew the answer. Because I didn't want to get caught and I was running out of breath to keep running so I needed to stop and take a break. I just didn't think that the person who had decided to hide me was an actual mad cunt who was so fucking excited to have someone else in his hideaway to play games with and to test out things on them. Who in their right mind knocks someone out you don't know or have never really spoken to? Harry does.
Harry took advantage of me and made me unconscious. Something I wasn't expecting and something I wasn't prepared for.
Before I even realised it, Jace had me held up against a brick wall while Aaron punched me time and time again. My face was bleeding in parts. Lip cracked and split, blood gushing out of it. My knuckles were sore and damaged. Bruised even from trying to defend myself. It was useless to even try when these two guys were too strong. I was helpless. I was weak.
"Fuck!" Stop punching me for fucks sake Aaron!" I screamed out in pain as he started kicking my already soreand damaged legs.
I held my left arm up trying to defend myself once again, only to have Jace pull it behind my back, followed by my right one so he knew that I wouldn't be able to get away from anything that was being thrown at me.
"That's enough Aaron," Jace said as he was about to drop me to the ground.
"Wait I want to make sure he actually fucking understands," Aaron growled as all his muscles grew tighter and the veins were close to popping in his muscled tattoo covered arms.
Aaron slammed his fists into my stomach causing Jace to drop me and I grabbed my stomach in pain. The impact was bad enough......I'd probably blackout soon.
Aaron and Jace walked away. Leaving me there alone. For the first time in my life I was actually scared. I was scared that I would be caught. That I would be taken away that I would be put back in prison. That Aaron would get off from hurting me.
I honestly thought I was going to die. I was in so much pain. I couldn't walk I knew it. I couldn't stand up. I just lay there. I closed my eyes and eventually I dozed off.
***
My eyes opened again and I was face to face with Harry trying to drag me down the stairs into his hideaway. He was definitely succeeding and I didn't know how long I had been out of it for. I didn't know if I naturally fell asleep from all the pain I was in. Or because I was tired or for the fact that Harry had drugged me again. For the second time this week.
"I missed you. I didn't think you'd come back so I searched for you. Looks like I found you," He smiled that evil, cocky grin.
"Are you fucking kidnapping me again?" I asked, still working out where I was and how I got here.
"Yeah, second time in a week. You're lucky," He laughed.
"What the fuck happened to you? Harry asked.
"I fucking got into a fight with Aaron and Jace because a certain someone took the money in my wallet that I owed them," I yelled," This is all your fucking fault Harry. I can't believe that you would fucking do that. You don't even know me and you go around pinching people's money. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Fuck you Louis, It was was your fucking fault the whole time. Get the fuck out of here. You aren't staying while you're being a fucking ass to me about it. Get it through your fucking head. You deserved every single hit Aaron gave you," Harry snapped.
"And how the fuck do you know what I do and don't deserve?" I hissed.
"Because I know what you are on the fucking run for. I know that you have murdered people. I know that you have killed some by pulling the trigger. I know that you were used fro sex when you were growing up and that, that was the only way you used yo get your fucking money to say fucking sane. I know that you made your friend overdose. The stolen cars. The prison breakout everything. I know everything there is to know about you," Harry growled.
"How the fuck did you find out?" I demanded.
"It's called research you dumb-fuck," Harry roared, "Do you know how easily I could turn you into the police? I can ring them up right now and have you put behind bars."
And with that last remark I pulled Harry off from me and I refused to say anything else to him and I ran at the fastest speed I could which was very slow. I went up the stairs again and found a bench to sleep on. It was like I was homeless. It was like everyone was out to get me. Who knows I might not even wake up tomorrow which might be a good thing. There would be no more debts and there would be no more running from police. There would be nothing holding me back. Nothing to say I needed to do anything. Or maybe Harry would come and find me and take me back and experiment on me? It was weird I feel sorry for Harry but I know there is something that isn't quite right with him either. Like he's hiding something. Or trying to at least. Maybe his past was as bad as mine or maybe there was nothing he was hiding and I was just too overly worked up. I don't know.
All I knew was that everything on my body hurt. I really should go to hospital but then I'd get caught and all my secrets would come out. I'd be behind bars sooner. Harry might even get me thrown in there sooner.
Cause I'm not fine at all.

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