Parson Upton
Year 2023, Month September
North Dakota
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“H-Harry?” Both Louis and Harry looked at me as I called out the name. “H-How did you get here? How did you find me?” I suddenly became terrified, and Louis locked his fingers with mine, making me breathe faster. All of a sudden, Harry jumped down from the balcony he was once standing on and strided right up to Louis and I.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve, Tomlinson, coming onto my terf, and taking my girl. Some fucking nerve!” Harry screamed at Louis, pointing the mouth of the gun to the middle of Louis’ head.

“You’ve got some nerve!” Louis hollered back, not even seeming to be scared of the gun directly in front of his face. Harry arched his eyebrows and squinted his eyes, “You’re on my fucking terf right now! So you’ve got some nerve Harry! And who the hell are you to say that she’s your girl? You’re no one!”

“I’m nobody’s girl!” I screamed as loud as I could and they both looked at me, sympathy in both of their faces, making me shadow out and feel absolutely terrible.

“You’re my girl if I say you’re my girl,” Harry grated and then Louis’ fist collided with the side of Harry’s temple, making tears fall from my eyes and pain swell from my body. I couldn’t watch it, yet I couldn’t let it happen. Louis punched Harry one more time, and Harry pulled out his gun again.

Just as he pulled the trigger, Louis grunted and I let out a scream after I moved the gun away. I looked back at Louis and he began to breathe hard, and I thanked myself when there wasn’t a fresh bullet hole anywhere on his body. I looked back to Harry who was glaring at Louis behind me.

“Harry,” I said, and he hesitated, but then he looked at me and licked his lips, “You can’t shoot him. I won’t let you.”

“Why?” he seethed, “He kidnapped you, and he took you from my house!”

“You kidnapped me too!” I yelled and he took a step back, “And he saved my life while you were the one who almost took it!”

Tears spilled from my eyes once again and Harry ran a hand down his face, shaking his head. “No, that was an accident! I didn’t mean to!” he yelled, his voice cracking as if he was actually sorry for shooting me. “I was trying to kill Zayn! I didn’t mean to shoot you! Parson, please, you can’t honestly stop me from shooting this asshole,” he said, pointing to Louis behind me.

“I won’t let you,” I repeated and he clenched his jaw and threw his arms up.

“Why?” he screamed in my face and I shoved him away.

“Because I love him!” as soon as the words left my mouth, I covered it and took a step back from a furious Harry, glancing over at a shocked Louis. When Louis confessed his love to me, I didn’t say anything back. I just kissed him and he stopped us from what we were doing because he didn’t want to take advantage of me like that… and now that I’ve confessed my love for him to someone else other than him… shit.

“You don’t love him!” Harry boomed, the animal in him completely coming out and my fear for him spiking up more than it ever has. “You’re supposed to love me!” my mouth dropped and before I could stop him, Harry flew past me and punched Louis, knocking him to the ground and making him unconscious. I covered my mouth and Harry walked back up to me, making frightened tears fall from my eyes, “I won’t kill your prince, but by God I won’t let him live peacefully. He’s coming home with us, and he’s going to live in the basement.”

My eyes widened, “No!”

“No? Fucking no! You don’t get to say! You don’t get, to fucking say! He’s living in the basement, and I’m whipping him every fucking day, and he’s only getting one meal a week!” he ranted and I began to cry for Louis instead of because of fear, “All because of you! All because of your stupid decision to tell me that you loved him! Wrong choice, Parson. Wrong damned choice!” He then wrapped a rope around Louis’ ankles and grabbed my wrist, dragging both of us out and away from the Celia Plantation.

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After Harry tied me to the pole he had once whipped me on in the basement, he kicked Louis after he tossed him to the floor and I let out yet another cry. Because Louis was already conscious.

“You take everything from me, Tomlinson,” Harry’s voice cracked as he snapped at Louis, “You take my money, you take my parents from me, you take my wife, and now you think you can take the woman I love?” my mouth dropped and he glanced at me for a second, but then he rared back his teeth and kicked Louis in the stomach again.

“Stop it!” I screamed, not knowing how many tears were falling and how many had already fallen. I’m sure Harry wouldn’t care anyways.

Harry cracked his knuckles and walked right up to me, gripping the bridge of my neck and burying his fingers underneath the sweet spot of my jaw. I let out a whimper and he licked his lips, bringing my face closer to his.

“I-I can’t believe you,” he said, swallowing hard, his eyes glued to my lips as he spoke, “You’ll cry over him but you’ll refuse to cry over me.”

“I’m s-sorry,” I stuttered, my eyes feeling droopy.

“No, you’re not sorry… and you’ve forced me to do this, Parson,” he whispered to me, his lips pressing to my forehead, “You’ve forced me to show you the man I really am.” All of a sudden, his hands gripped the top of my dress, and with one movement down, he ripped it clean off of me, revealing my undergarments. “You have forced me to show you that all the rumors you hear about me are true. I am a monster… and you’re about to fucking learn that.”

“No,” I cried when he walked over to the whips hanging on the wall, taking his shirt off like he did with me.

“Yes,” he grunted, grabbing a rope and tying it around Louis’ neck before picking him up and tying the other end of the rope to the cage bars in front of him. Louis let out a gag and I thrashed where I stood. When Harry pulled back his arm with the whip in his hand, I couldn’t look. I closed my eyes and imagined myself home, with my shitty parents… I miss my parents… and I shouldn’t even be thinking about them.

When Louis let out a cry, I let out one too and dropped my head, refusing to open my eyes to see the pain Harry was giving him. I heard the sound of the whip catching air as it went down, and it slice open Louis’ skin. I couldn’t cry anymore―I was cried out.

After about ten minutes, I had realized I had passed out for the rest of the time. I jerked up and opened my eyes, my eyes crusty and wet from the earlier tears. Louis was tied up in the cage against the wall, and even though his back was against the wall, I could still see the redness from where Harry had whipped him. I felt a lump developing in my throat, when I saw the bruises on Louis’ ribs and face.

All of the rumors were true. And I should’ve believed them the first time I heard them. But I was convinced that they were rumors, and nothing more.

I had never been more wrong.

“Parson?” Harry’s voice echoed down the stairs of the basement and I straightened up, Louis stirring where he sat. “Are you awake?” he walked down the stairs with a tee shirt on and a pair of skinnies. His hands were bloody, and I became suddenly terrified. There wasn’t a gun on him, but I knew that he was still capable of hurting me. He might even go back to hurting Louis…

“You shouldn’t be awake,” he said as soon as he walked up to me. “You need to go back to sleep. It’s not good for you to be awake this hour.”

“Well it’s hard for me to sleep,” I snapped and he narrowed his eyes, “When I can’t even close my eyes from the tears. I can’t even sleep standing up!”

“Parson,” he untied my wrists and I fell into his chest, trying to pull away but his large hands landed on my hips, “I’m not apologizing, baby. You did this to yourself.”

He walked backwards, taking me with him and making me fall further into his chest. “Come on, you’re sleeping with me tonight. And in the morning, we’ll have breakfast, and we’ll maybe feed Louis tomorrow. Maybe. If not, we’ll just go on and act like none of this happened. Like I don’t have filth living in my basement… and you’ll just have to live with it because Parson…” he gripped my jaw, “There’s nothing you can do about it.”

He then took my body in his arms and held me close to his chest. Even though I fought, he still managed to take me up the stairs and to his bedroom without even flinching once.

Notes

God this sucks. And I'm sorry. But I'm just trying to get some updates in. Idk what I'm going to update in next. Hopefully it's going to be Midnight City. If not it will probably be one of my new ones. I'm sorry to anyone who is waiting on updates on any of my other books. I'm just super writers blocked.

Kal xx