Bad

Harry's POV:

I arrive at Beth's house and rush out of the car and to the door.

"Addie! Addie, it's us! Open the door!" I yelled while pounding on the wooden surface. She opened the door within seconds and I began searching the house for anything that could have been left behind by her or any of his boys.

"Have you called her phone at all?" Liam asked.

"Of course I have, she hasn't picked up, and I can't find her phone anywhere." I said glaring at my phone.

"Wait! Addie! Do you have her location?" Liam asked my eyes lit up.

"I can't believe I didn't think of that! Yes! I do!" She smiled and pulled the app up as Liam and I stood next to her waiting for it to load.

"There! There she is! At the edge of town!" She said excitedly.

"Mate, I told you they were stupid. They didn't even get rid of her phone." I chuckled slightly.

"Alright, let's go," I said and started towards the door when Liam stopped me.

"Harry, you have to think. They want you to come; if we go in alone we'll be done for. We have to at least wait for Louis and Niall, maybe even get a couple more guys. We need more guns, too. We need a plan," Liam said and I sat down. "I'll make the calls. You need to get your head together. We'll get her."

"Quickly, Liam." He nodded and began calling.

Addie was sobbing next to me and Liam was pacing and dialing into his phone, I couldn't take it anymore so I went upstairs.

I walked into Beth's room where only a couple of hours ago we were together and happy, without a bad thought in our minds.

How could something so great be taken away so quickly?

Beth's POV:

My face is stained with tears, my cheeks are burned from the rope, and my tied arms are sore.

I don't know how long I've been here, maybe five or six hours. I can see through the small window that the sun is out, but barely. It's still early morning.

Various boys have been frequently visiting me, none of which have been Tate or Colton. When I say 'visiting' I don't say it lightly. These guys have been groping me, saying things that are quite gross, and the worst, about five times now, whenever I flinch out of their reach I get slapped on my cheek or arm. Some of the boys have come close to hitting my eyes, but I can feel each bruise form.

Just as another one had come over to try to have a little fun, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Good morning, Sweetheart," Tate says to me as he approaches my chair. I stare at him. "I hope you don't mind I haven't been down all night, I needed to catch up on some sleep." He smiles.

"I'm sure my boys have been treating you well," He leans down and examines my face, his smile never leaving his. "Anyway, I know you're interested in why you're here."

"Well, where should I begin. I hate, I mean I absolutely despise your boyfriend. I did tell you to stay away from him, didn't I, love? I figured I take you, he'll find you, eventually and I can kill him. Simple. Though don't know how long it's really gonna take him. He'll never think of this place." Tears quietly fall down my face as he explains everything.

Tate removes the rope from my mouth. "Very rude gents. Never hurt a lady's lips. They're good for many things." He winked at me as the tears continued to fall. He made his way over to Colton and another boy who had hit me several times last night.

"Tate," I could barely put out of my dry mouth. He turned to me. "You'll never kill him."

"And why is that love?" He chuckled.

"He's strong. You're weak. He'll kill you first. From what I heard it shouldn't be that hard for him to take you down, many have in the past." I glared at him.

He walked back towards me and hit me on the side of the head, knocking me out. Again.

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