One Direction's Property (COMPLETED)

Dannon's POV:

As soon as the two police officers left my room, I let out a sigh. I didn't mean to be so rude, but they really pissing me off. I know it isn't much of an excuse. I guess I can only handle so much after I almost died. Again.

I shake the thought of never waking up, or seeing the people I love ever again from my mind. I laid back down on the hospital bed, and stared at the ceiling. My body still felt drained of energy, so it wasn't long before my eyes were closed, and I was asleep.

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What seemed like not much later, I was woken by yelling outside my door. I knew that voice anywhere. It was my mum. I quickly sat only to be put right back on my back. It was like the whole room was spinning one hundred times a second.

When I felt like the spinning had come to a stop, I tried to sit up once more, but much slower this time. A compelling urge to look down at my arms over came me, and when I had done so, I was surprised to see them free of any needles. I soon became aware that I didn't have a nasal cunnala in my nose. I also noticed that there weren't any machines in my hospital room, or chairs like there were before I went to sleep. I couldn't help but think about how bizarre this was.

Pushing the feeling of something being horribly wrong, I get up from the bed, and start walking towards the door. As I am walking towards the door, I begin to listen to the things my mum is yelling.

"NO I DON'T WANT THAT THING!" she bellowed. "IT'S AN ABSOLUTE DISGRACE!"

For some reason I couldn't help but think that she was talking about me. As soon as the thought comes to me, I push it away. I mean, why would my mum talk about me in such a manner? I am her daughter after all.

I twisted the doorknob, and cracked the door open. I peeked my head out of the door, and down the corridor, where my mum was conversing rather loudly with a nurse.

I step out of my room even more with one of my hands gripping the doorknob, and the gripping the door frame, trying to gain control of my excitement of seeing my mum for the first time in almost an year.

"Mum," I said, where she could hear me over her shouting. I was smiling from ear to ear by the time her and the nurse turned to face me.

"Oh... Hello Dannon," she responded back with the most stern look.

Ignoring her unenthusiastic look, I ran to her, not caring if anyone saw my knickers, that showed out the back of my hospital gown. Once I reached her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and buried my into her chest, taking in her smell of fresh garden flowers and homemade food.

"I've missed you so much mummy," I mumbled against the fabric of her blouse.

When she didn't respond or hug me back, I looked up at her, wondering what was wrong. Her face had the look of annoyance and disgust. I took my arms from around her, stepping back to create some space in between us.

"Mum?" She took her gaze off of me, landing it on the wall beside us as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Uhm Dannon, why don't we get you back in bed, yea?" the nurse said coming between my mother and I. She placed her hands on my shoulders before guiding me towards the room.

By the time we were back in the room, and the nurse helped me into the bed, my mum had made it into the room, staying put by the door.

"Alright Dannon, if you need me, just buzz me on the buzzer, yea?" she said pointing to the buzzer on the table beside me.

I looked at the table to my right. I could have sworn this room was empty of everything besides the bed, so where had this table come from? Okay, this is really starting to freak me out.

Once I nodded my response, the nurse left, squeezing past my mum out the door.

After what seemed like eternity of awkward silence, I finally say something. "Mum is there something bothering you?"

Her blue eyes shot up at me with an icy glare in them as she scoffed at my words, making me shrink under the intensity of it. This was so unlike her. I've never seen her look so hateful before let along having that feeling towards me. It seemed so out of place upon her once loving face.

"Is there something bothering me?" she repeated like her problem was so obvious. "How about my sixteen year old daughter is a slag!"

"Wha-"

"You heard me!" she seethed. "I mean, what else would you call someone who opens their legs for anyone with a pulse and penis, hmmm? That's clearly why you were 'kidnapped'! You think I didn't know that you were sneaking out when ever you felt like it, Dannon Elizabeth! There isn't anything else you could have been doing all those times you weren't at the house!"

My eyes dropped to bed sheets that covered my legs as the tears fell from my eyes, and rolled down my cheeks. These hurtful things she was spewing out weren't true. I was a virgin when I was taken. Every time I left the house without permission was to fill my Ed Sheeran fetish. Nothing more. Plus the only boys I knew that lived near us was the boys from our small church, who were all younger than me.

This just didn't make since. My mum knows me, and she knows I wouldn't do something to disappoint her like that. She raised me for fucks sake, and she didn't raise a slag! I don't-

"HEY!" my mum bellowed as she clapped her hands, taking me from my thoughts. "Listen to me when I'm talking to you! You know what?" she said suddenly becoming calm. "I refuse to deal with your behaviour, so I brought some people who will."

She left out of the room, and walked down the corridor before returning almost inhumanly fast. Behind her came in Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Harry. Four guys I never thought I would see again out of a courtroom. I could feel my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach as the smug looks on their face grew.

"Well, have fun boys," my mum said before leaving for good, and Niall closed and locked the door behind her.

As soon as I came to my senses, I grabbed the buzzer, and pressed the button in the centre of it. I pressed again when nothing happened, then again and again, but continuously nothing happened. I could hear them laughing at my fails.

The sound of steps coming towards made me look up. Zayn took the buzzer from my hand, and sat it back on the table before taking a seat on the bed beside me. I looked back down as he wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him.

"Missed me?" His hand rose from my hip up my back to the knot, that was keeping my gown together, and started to untie it. "I don't know what's better, having you back or not having to worry about your little friend interfering."

"W-what did you do to him?"

"Oh, not us, love," Harry piped up, "Louis, along with your son, have been taken care by some paid hands of Simon."

By the time Harry finished his statement, I was bawling. Tears, snot, the whole lot of it. I rubbed the palm of my hands against my eyes, trying to wipe away the tears, but it didn't help in the slightest bit.

"No need for the waterworks, babe. This is your life," Liam interjected with humour laced in every word he said, making the others laugh, which made me become even more upset than I was before.

This didn't have to be my life. They made it like this. They were the ones who kidnapped, raped, and abused me. I didn't ask for this. I didn't, or never will I want this. Not for myself, or anyone for that matter. I just couldn't stand them, and nor would I. Not now. Not ever again.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled taking my hands from my eyes, and slammed them on the bed. Instantly the laughter stop, and the hand on my back disappeared.

As my eyes scanned over the room, I became bewildered. They were all gone without a trace like they weren't even there to begin with. I felt as though I was losing my mind. Before I could even think much of what happened, it felt like someone grabbed on to me and slapped me on the bed. The room started spinning ridiculously fast, and then as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

My eyelids were heavy and almost seemed impossible to open, but I was awake. I could hear the heart monitors constant beeping and I could feel someone holding my right hand. Even though my eyes were closed, I could tell that this setting is much more welcoming than the last one.

Eventually, with much struggle, I was able to open my eyes, landing on the person holding my hand. It was my mum. A feeling of joy came over me. If she was holding my hand then she couldn't be mad at me.

"M-mum," my morning voice croaked out. When she didn't wake up, I slightly shook her hand, and called out to her again. This time her eyes fluttered open, and she woke up. As soon as she fully came to, she jumped from her seat, and stood by my bedside.

"Oh, my baby girl," she cooed, rubbing her fingers through my hair, "I've missed you so much."

Notes

I am very much sorry for this chapter, but I couldn't think of anything else to write.... lol :3 Oh, and if you didn't realise, most of this was all a dream, so that means Dannon is still safe. Yay! :D

Also I read through some of my chapters, and they are absolutely horrendous, so once I finish the story, which won't be very long from now, I will edit them.

Sooooo, how many of you guys watched the BBMAs???? Kendall totally messed up 5sos's name on purpose. lol Bye, love ya!

~Jayxx