Darkness Inside Her

Zayn's POV

Shit. Harry has gone too far. He knows full well that we do not ever touch girls like that unless it is by their own free will. She had fainted. I ran up to check her pulse, seeing it beat normally.

"What the fuck were you thinking! You know that is everything we are against." I yelled.

"Chill out, I wasn't going to do anything, it was just to make her realize that we don't mess around, and she doesn't-" I cut him off.

"Harry, you dumbass, I highly doubt we will get any information out of her now!" I yelled walking out of the room.


Harry's POV

I sighed and looked at the others, they also had disappointed looks in their eyes before walking out of the room. Oh shit what have I done? I looked over at Clare who's body was limp from passing out. I turned and walked out of the room.


*****NEXT MORNING*****

Clare's POV

I woke up with a pounding headache. Memories of last night flooded through my mind. I've never had a panic attack before so last night was crazy. I looked down at my thighs seeing that the bruises have worsened because of him. My stomach felt like shit and I already knew there was a large bruise there already. It hurt to open my mouth. Damn Louis really knows how to hit. I heard the door knob rattle, and once again the five dickwads came in.

"How are you feeling?" Zayn asked. I was so close to making a sarcastic comment, but instead I just replied with a simple, " In pain."

"Oh please. You don't know what pain is. What you are feeling now is nothing compared to what we've felt. Physically and mentally," Harry scoffed. This pissed me off. I was already plotting his death for touching me the way he did.

"Care to enlighten me?" I spat.

"Ha, you have no idea what your father has done to all of us, and what he did was true pain, so we don't really wanna hear you complain," Louis spoke.

"So you are telling me that me that my father not giving a shit about me, using me for his own benefits is nothing? ALL THESE SCARS, BURNS, BRUISES, HE FUCKING CAUSED THEM AND FELT NO PITY OR GUILT TOWARDS THEM! HE PUT ME THROUGH A FUCKING TEST FOR TWO WEEKS TO SEE IF I WOULD SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HIS GODFORSAKEN BUSINESS! BURNS, CUTS, CARVINGS- EVERY TIME I CRIED. HE MADE ME WATCH AS HE SKINNED PEOPLE ALIVE AS WELL AS MAKE ME DO AWFUL THINGS!"

I felt my wrist pulling against the chains so hard that I was bleeding but I didn't care. I continued.

"I TRIED TO SAVE THE SLAVES THAT WERE BEING SOLD, AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT I GOT IN RETURN? HE LEFT ME CHAINED UP FOR TWO WEEKS WITH LOW AMOUNTS OF FOOD AND WATER AND FUCKING HAD 25 OF HIS FRIENDS PAY HIM TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK THEY WANTED TO ME! AND THAT WASN'T THE ONLY TIME EITHER! NOT ONLY DID THEY ABUSE ME, THEY FUCKING RAPED ME! HE PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY ABUSED ME! SO GO AHEAD, TELL ME THAT I HAVE NOT FELT PAIN! TELL ME THAT BEING RAPED, ABUSED, AND TRAINED INTO MURDER IS NOT PAIN! TELL ME THAT LOSING MY INNOCENCE AT THE AGE OF ELEVEN WAS NOTHING!YOU ARE ALL PIECES OF SHIT LIKE HIM! " I screamed.

"Don't you DARE compare us with him!" Harry roared.

"Are YOU fucking kidding me! Let's remember that you've hit me, touched me, cut me, just as he did? Let's remember last night how I fucking passed out because you brought horrible memories back and bruised my thighs even worse than what those other filthy men have already created!?" I roared back. I was done with this shit. They were all very silent as I was hyperventilating from my anger.

"I don't fucking care anymore. Kill me, use me, whatever, I never wanted to be in this world anyways." I spoke. "I wish I never made that promise mom," I spoke so quietly I'm sure no one heard.

I was so drained. I felt nothing. No emotion, no feeling, just numb. My head started to pound even worse as I felt my body droop down from exhaustion. I felt warm liquid dripping down my arms, I looked to see it was blood. I just sighed. The room had a whole fucking lot of tension from my outburst, so I just spaced out everyone. But my mind haunted me, bringing in the flashbacks.

*Flashback* (WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT IS VERY GRAPHIC AND TRIGGERING, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!)

“Father? Who is this man?” I asked seeing a man around his early twenties. He was giving me a sly smile that frightened me.

“Now Clare, you are going to go into the room with this nice gentlemen and he’s going to take good care of you for a little bit, if I hear that you are disobeying him, you will be disciplined,” he spoke in a cold tone. Ever since mom’s death he has been meaner and cold than he usually was.I nodded my head knowing better that to disobey father.

I looked at the man who gripped my hand harshly and took me to the room. My father just turned around and walked away. The man locked the door and the look in his eyes scared me. He walked up and harshly ripped off my clothes. I started to scream, which earned me a slap. I started to cry.

“Make another noise sweetheart and I pull out your hair and cut you. Do you want that?” He asked pulling a pocket knife out. I shook my head, and he smiled.

He started to take his belt off and told me to turn around. I knew better than to disobey the man.

“ Get ready sweetie,”

I remember him smacking the belt against my body over and over, I counted a total of 18 times. Crying, and whimpering as the man abused me. That’s when he took off his clothes and grabbed my hips harshly. And then I just remembered a lot of pain in my lower region. He wouldn’t stop. He would moan and groan while I laid there scared, hurt, and crying. I was only eleven at the time.

After the man was finished he put his clothes back on and left me there, I saw him pay my father after he left. My dad came into the room and threw a robe at me.

“Crying is for the weak. You are worthless. You are nothing. “ he said to me.

Later on one of the maids came into the room after my father left.

“ Oh poor girl,” she spoke. She helped me, and was basically like another mother to me. I loved her because she was the only one who cared for me. We were so close for many months, and my father was not happy about it. Lisa. That was her name.

When he found out, he made me and Lisa go into the basement, and everyone knew what that meant. Lisa was crying as she held me.

My father had all the knives and guns on a cart, all ready for use.

“Oh Lisa, you know what happens when you get close with my daughter, you know she’s not allowed to be happy,” he spat.

“ You are an evil monster. You piece of shit! Who would do that to their own daughter you sick bastard!” She spat right back. My father grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground.
“NOO FATHER STOP!” I begged. He just slapped me across the face, ignoring my pleas to not hurt Lisa. She was the only one who cared about me.

“ You know Lisa dear, you are quite the beauty,” He spoke wickedly. He raped her right then and there. As she screamed he laughed. He then chained her up without any clothes on, then grabbing the peeling knife. Lisa looked terrified, and I couldn’t stop crying.

“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT CRYING!?” He roared before slashing the knife against my arm. I screamed and saw the crimson blood running down my arm. He then went to Lisa with the knife and held it against her arm. He then started to cut the skin of her arm off slowly. She was screaming, and I was so shocked to do anything. I could see the skin hang, and the blood dripping everywhere.

“Do you see what happens when you get attached to people Clare? You feel sad when they are hurt, and you are the reason she’s going through this. You’re the reason why she’s going to die today.” He spoke.

He came up with a loaded gun and handed it to me. He forced me to hold it properly, and aimed it towards her.

“Shoot her.”

“ NO! I don’t want to!”

“Shoot her before I slit your throat!” He screamed holding the knife that he used on her against my throat. My hands were shaking the whole time. I didn’t want to kill her. But I didn’t want to die.

“Just do it, I have nothing, no reason why I want to live any longer! Just kill me now Clare! NOW! PLEASE! End my misery!” Lisa screamed, crying from the pain. I could feel the knife pushing against my skin, if I swallowed it would for sure cut me. I aimed, closed my eyes, and pulled the trigger.

*End of Flashback*

“CLARE! CLARE! CLARE!” I felt someone shake me, and my vision started to refocus. But my cheeks were wet. Why were they wet? I then realized that for the first time, in a very long time, I was crying. I saw Zayn looking at me concerned, and I noticed the other boys in the room. I couldn’t stop forgetting the horrible memory. I didn’t even realize, but I was now full on sobbing, my whole body shaking.

"I need to clean your wrists before they get infected, can I trust you to be good or do we need to strap you down?" I looked at him before replying with the first option.

He unlocked my cuffs and I immediately fell to the ground. I couldn't feel my body. I was instantly lifted up by someone, but I couldn't tell who since my eyes were shut from the pain. Every time I inhaled, it hurt so fucking bad. I could feel the comfort of a bed, and Zayn doing something with my wrists.

When I opened my eyes, everything was fuzzy. My pounding headache made it very hard to function, not to mention lack of food.

"Is it alright if I see your stomach? I gotta make sure it's not to badly bruised" Zayn spoke. I heard him gasp and another figure ran over.

"Shit, I didn't think I hit her that hard," Louis spoke. I tried to inhale, but again I winced. I felt a lotion like consistency on my stomach and I freaked out.

"Don't worry, it's a soothing cream," Zayn spoke reassuringly. I started to go in and out of consiousness

Notes

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