Before I Met You

~Sam's P.O.V~
It's been over three months total.
I'm weak. These people have only fed me four to five times over the past two months.
I'm bruised. These bastards beat me constantly. The gash that was on my forehead was just starting to heal, when Joseph got furious at me for no reason and opened it back up with a chair leg. I'm almost positive he broke my rib when he kicked me the other day.
I'm mentally dead. He's tried to touch me so many more times, I just give up. He hasn't full-on raped me though. I'm confused on why he hasn't already.
Joseph came in and kicked me. "You awake you bitch?" He snapped.
I moved a bit.
"Good."
He simply walked back out.
I smelt horrible. The room I was in smelt horrible. Every now and then, Joseph would spray me with a fucking hose and wash the room down. But recently, he's given up.
My time was coming near...... I could feel it.
~Harry's P.O.V~
I entered Frankfort and wanted to burst into tears. Sam was here. She had to be.
Speeding my way through town, I texted Zayn like I promise.
Me: I'm in Frankfort. I'm praying she's alive.
Zayn: I told the others..... They pissed the fuck off...
Harry: tell them I had to do it. I'm sorry guys.
Zayn: Louis says when you get home, he's gonna kill you.
"IF I come home." I muttered to myself.
I looked at my phone's GPS and found myself less than a mile from where the mystery texter told me to be.
It was a big but shitty old house. No wonder they chose here.
Parking my car across the street, I got out and stretched my legs quickly.
I made sure the revolver was loaded before I headed over to the house.
Texting Zayn one last time I said:
Me: I'm here. I love you guys.
I walked over to the house and onto the porch, which was squeaky every time I made the slightest movement.
The door was cracked open.
I slowly made my way inside.
Cautiously, I made my way through halls. The lights were on, but someone could pop out from no where still.
"Ahhhh. So we meet Harry." A voice called.
I jumped and spun around.
There was Joseph, standing in the living room.
"Where is she?" I asked, my voice cracking.
He snorted. "Proably dead. Starving. Or bleeding out."
I clenched my fists. "What the fuck do you want from me?"
He smiled and laughed. "Oh Harry. I don't want anything from you. I just thought it would be funny if you could see your little darling die right in front of your eyes."
And with that, he lunged at me.
"What the-" I yelled.
Joseph was quick, but yet he was slow.
He punched me in my jaw, making me stumble back.
I kicked him in his balls, making him double over.
We fought, each one missing occasionally, and each one hitting occasionally.
I was praying while I was fighting; hoping that Sam was somewhere in here, alive.
~Sam's P.O.V~
I heard someone yell. It sounded like Harry.
"Harry." I whispered.
The man, "boss" as Joseph referred to him, snapped his head towards me.
"No. You are to die you bitch."
I weakly crawled towards the door, repeating Harry's name over and over.
The boss kicked me, but I still kept going.
He eventually stepped in front of me and pulled out a knife, flipping me onto my stomach.
"I. SAID. NO." He screamed and brought the knife down into my side, twisting it back and forth.
I screamed out weakly and clutched my side.
"That should keep you." He said and ran out of the room.
I went to curl up into a ball but stopped. I needed to help Harry.
Crawling towards the door, every muscle in my body was screaming no.
Once I got to the door, I grabbed onto the door handle.
"Fuck." I whimpered as I pulled myself up slowly.
My legs shook like jelly.
Opening the door, I slowly walked out.
There were stairs leading to what looked like a first floor.
I slowly worked my way toward them, leaning on the wall for support.
What seemed like hours later, I finally reached them.
I heard the crashes of furniture and vases and shit.
Taking the first step, I gasped with pain.
I gripped the railing so tightly, my knuckles turned white.
My hand was covered in blood though, and I was getting dizzy really quickly.
Then, I heard a gunshot, which made me panic.
I was bleeding out and I needed to hurry up.
I made the mistake of letting go of the railing to clutch my side and my legs gave out.
I crashed down the stairs and landed at the bottom with a huge thud.
There was no way I could do this...
'NO. YOU HAVE TO!' My conscious screamed.
I crawled into the doorway of the living room.
There was a body of someone on the floor. I looked up and saw the boss choking Harry.
Harry. Harry was here.
I saw a revolver laying on the floor.
'Get. Up. Get. Up.' I coached myself.
I grabbed the revolver and stood up.
'One last time. He needs you.' I thought.
Harry's face was turning purple.
My hands were shaking furiously, and my vision was starting to dim.
"You should of just let her die." The boss cackled.
I aimed the revolver, closed my eyes, and pulled the trigger.
There was the 'BANG' and I heard two bodies drop.
I opened my eyes and saw Harry gasping for air and the boss on the floor, face down.
There was a puddle of blood forming around his head.
"Sam." Harry whispered.
My body couldn't take anymore.
My eyes rolled back into my head and I passed out.
~Harry's P.O.V~
I knew it was the end.
'I love you Sam.' I thought.
"You should of just let her die." The fucking bastard cackled.
My vision started going back, and suddenly, I heard a bang.
His grip loosened on my neck and I dropped to my knees.
My hands flew to my neck, and I gasped for air.
Looking up, I saw a girl, still aiming my revolver, frozen in place.
She was shaking uncontrollably, and her eyes were glued onto me.
It was Sam. And even though she had all of that blood and mess, she was beautiful.
"Sam.." I whispered.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she dropped to the floor.
"SAM!" I cried and ran over to her.
She was bleeding rapidly.
I ran outside and opened my car door.
My fingers shaking, I called 911.
After explaining to them where I was and what happened, they sent out services immediately.
By now, people were coming out of their houses and wondering what the hell was going on.
I ran back inside and stayed right by Sam's side.
I called Zayn.
"HARRY!" He screamed.
"She's here. She's alive. Barely. I called 911." I sobbed.
"Oh my god. I'm calling your parents and her mom." He breathed.
"Zayn. She's practically dead." I cried.
"She's alive. Harry. They're gonna come and take her to the hospital. She's going to get better. I promise."
I hung up the phone and hugged Sam's body.
She was freezing and sticky with blood, making myself shiver.
I heard the sirens and let out a huge sigh of relief.
Looking down at Sam, she was a deathly pale shade of white.
"It's gonna be Okey. They're not gonna hurt you anymore."
"POLICE!" A guy screamed, kicking down the door.
I clutched Sam close to me as they searched the house.
They kicked over the bodies and saw us in the doorway.
"State your name." One demanded.
I gently set Sam down and raised my hands.
"Harry Styles. This is Samantha Drake. She needs medical attention... Now." I said.
"Are you Okey?" He asked.
I nodded. "Just get her help."
Four paramedics ran into the room with a stretcher and hovered over Sam.
"Oh my god. What the fuck happened to this girl?" One woman said, absolutely horrified.
"She's bleeding out. Get her on the stretcher." Another man said.
They lifted her up onto the stretcher and rushed her out to the ambulance.
"Am I allowed to go? I'm her fucking boyfriend for God's sake." I asked.
The paramedic nodded. "Get in quick. We'll check you out in there."
They ushered me into the ambulance and we sped off, the ambulances sirens blaring out.
One of the guys checked me out.
"You seem to just have some spotted bruises on your neck from where Dracen was gripping you. I'm positive your wind pipe isn't damaged at all, and you don't seem to be hurt anywhere else." He smiled faintly.
I glanced over at Sam worriedly. "Is she gonna be okey?"
He smiled. "Yes. We have a helicopter waiting at our hospital that's going to flight you back over to Missouri."
I nodded, but stopped.
Sam was deathly afraid of planes... But I wasn't sure about helicopters.
After the guy was done wrapping Sam's side, I noticed that she was skinny. You could see her bone outlines and her rib cage.
A heart rate monitor started beeping rapidly.
Sam gasped for air and her eyes shot open.
She looked around and saw me.
"Harry.."
I held her right hand shakily. "You're Okey. I promise."
"You're.... Stupid.." She laughed weakly.
I smiled, tears brimming my eyes.
"I know. But you're alive, and you're gonna get better."
I saw out of the corner of my eye, the two female paramedics cooing over us.
Sam's eyes closed and she fell unconscious again.
"Sir, do you know anything of what was done to her?" The guy asked.
I shook my head frowning. "No. I don't."
The ride to the hospital, I called my mom.
"HARRY EDWARD STYLES. I AM ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS AT YOU. YOU DROVE OFF TO FUCKING KENTUCKY WITHOUT TELLING ME, LET ALONE TO FUCKING RISK YOUR LIFE?" My mother half screamed, half sobbed.
"Mom, I had to. Sam's alive."
"You better tell her mother that." She sighed.
I heard the exchange of whispers.
"H-Harry?" I heard Karen's voice.
"Karen. She's safe now. I'm in the ambulance with her right now. No one is going to get her."
"How... Bad is she?"
I stayed silent for a second. "It doesn't matter. She's getting help."
She sighed. "Thank you Harry. You saved her life."
"And believe it or not, she saved mine."
I hung up and stared at Sam.
The bandage that was on her side was already soaked with blood.
The ambulance stopped and they opened the back doors.
Taking Sam's stretcher out, they ran her over to a helicopter that was started up and ready to go.
I cautiously made my way over to it, my hair all over my face.
Before I jumped into the helicopter, someone grabbed my arm.
"Sir. What about your car?" He yelled over the chopping winds and engine.
I looked over at Sam. Right now, she was a million more times important than my freaking car.
"I know. Just.. Can you guys secure it? I don't know." I sighed.
"We could have someone tow it back over to Missouri." He suggested.
I smiled with relief. "Thank you so much."
"No problem. Travel safely and I hope all goes well. I'm... I'm sorry this happened to her."
"Thanks." I mumbled and handed him my keys.
He smiled and walked away.
Rubbing my arms, I shivered and got into the helicopter.
"Sit over there please." A new doctor said.
Another one handed me a headset that was most likely for muffling out the helicopter sounds.
I put it on and heard the captain of the helicopter saying a whole bunch of turbulence stuff and what not.
Sam was hooked up to a heart monitor and I watched her pulse through the screen.
The doctor turned away to grab something and suddenly, Sam's pulse went through the roof.
The doctor snapped back around and the second doctor who was just kinda sitting there sprang into action.
"She's going into hypovolemic shock."
I stared in horror as they hurriedly tried to calm her pulse.
They put something into her IV and changed the bandage to try to clot the wound.
She was still losing blood after all this time.
My body started shaking rapidly and my stomach started acting funny. I thought I was going to throw up.
The doctors tried several different things before her pulse just stopped.
I stared at the monitor in disbelief. A straight line. A. Straight. Line.
A tear slipped out of my eye.
But the doctors weren't giving up.
They tried CPR several times before bringing out the defibrillator.
They counted off as they pushed down and Sam's body twitched.
They did it again. Her whole body jumped this time.
One more time and Sam's pulse came back.
"Oh my god." I cried.
The doctors looked at each other and sighed with relief.
They smiled slightly and congratulated each other.
For some reason, they literally acted like I wasn't even there.
I struggled to stay awake the rest of the way, but I didn't want something to happen again.
Around midnight, I felt the helicopter descending out of the air.
Nothing more had happened other than they finally got the blood flow to slow down.
The back of the copter was opened and they moved Sam out.
I followed along and jogged into the hospital.
The one doctor stopped me. "You can't go into the surgery room. We can have you in the room she is going to be put in after though."
I nodded. "Thank you."
I followed him into the elevator and up to the sixth floor.
He showed me the room and smiled. "If you need anything, just beep the button. I know it's only supposed to be for patients, but I understand your case right now. And no offense, but you look like you could be admitted. Those strangle marks are pretty visible."
I smiled ever so weekly. "Thank you again. And thank you for saving her."
He nodded abruptly and left me alone in the room.
I called my mom.
"Harry?!" She asked.
"We're at the hospital."
"Oh my god. I'll call Karen and let her know. We'll be in shortly. What room are you in? And what floor?"
"Room 608 and floor 6." I said.
"Alright. I love you."
"Love you too mom." I mumbled and hung up.
I texted the boys in our group chat.
Harry: we made it.
Louis: oh my fucking god. I'm on my way ASAP.
Zayn: is she Okey!?!?!?
Liam: aye. ^^
Niall: ?!?!?!?!
Me: they put her in immediate surgery. I don't know. Just... Please come in. We need to talk.
Niall: no problem. (:
Zayn: on my way.
Liam: sure thing. Anything for my mate.
Louis: on my way too.
I sank into a chair and closed my eyes, leaving my head back.
She was alive, and that was all that mattered.
Author's notes:

Sorry I haven't updated In a while guys. I was bust over our break that we had.
This is a long chapter though. So I hope that makes up for it.
Probably one of the longest god damn chapters I've done. (:
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