The Fear - Lily Allen (song to listen to while reading)
Bella's Point of View:

"What's wrong with her? You said she would be unharmed!" A voice resinates in the air, but I'm unsure who's it is. I sit paralyzed, unable to speak and sitting on my old couch. The only word I can think of to describe this moment is traumatic. My hands are wrapped tightly around my daughter who is half asleep in my arms.

"She's fine! Just a little shocked, that's all." Another person chuckles in the background. My eyes should be burning holes through the walls by now, I've been staring at them so intently for so long. I want to runaway from here and never come back, that was the plan from the beginning wasn't it?

I never wanted to come back here, and now I'm back. We escaped Little Stream to save me from the deadly trade of me to my father. My mom was supposed to be dead then, and now she's standing inches away from me, smiling. Smiling as if nothing ever happened, smiling as if I'm still the same push over daughter I always was.

"Bell, aren't you happy?" Someone asks, and I finally lift my eyes up to look around the room. Louis is kneeling down in front of me, his hands settled down on my knees. I don't feel a thing.

"Happy?" I croak out, shocked at the absurd statement. Louis' hands extend to take Mia from my arms, but I quickly jump away from him and fast-walk towards the other side of the room. I couldn't stop chanting "stop, stop, stop" as I tried to escape the horrors.

"Bella honey, please relax." A hand grazes my shoulder, a manicured, cold and feminine hand. I snapped my neck around to face her and my heart nearly burst out of my chest. I never thought I would look my mother in the eyes again. Ever. She was supposed to be dead! Murdered! Not standing in front of me 3 years later, smiling and looking as normal as ever.

"Don't fucking touch me." I growl, shrugging her hand off as quickly as I can. I look around the room, my sanity slowly making it's way back to me.

"Bella--" Louis starts to say, but I put my hand up to protest while securing Mia tightly to my hip. I'm never letting go of her again.

"So let's get this straight. You, you, and you," I point towards my parents and Josh, "are all alive and well? Roaming the fucking streets of Little Stream? Making me think that you're dead?!" I shriek, leaning myself against the wall and letting my head roll to the side.

"Let's not dwell on the past, we're here now! We're ready to raise our grand baby while you start your new life with Louis!" My dad speaks for only the second time, a creepy glint in his eyes. I clutch Mia tightly in my arms, kissing her forehead softly.

"No. You're not going near my fucking daughter ever. Do you hear me?" I step forward, shoving him backwards a bit. This is so cynical, Louis never changed. He's always been psycho, maybe even more now than he ever was.

"Bella, why are you acting this way? We're trying to make it easy." My mom sighs, taking another step closer to me.

"You know Jamie is dead right?" I spit, ignoring everything they're saying. Their faces go blank and the insane smiles fade quickly.

"Of course we know." My mom shudders at the words that come out of her mouth. My shoulders sink lower than they already are and I close my eyes to hold back tears.

"And you didn't care enough to come back? To say goodbye?" I choke out, sliding down the wall and sitting on my old kitchen floor. It's dusty and dry here and I regret bringing Mia down to the dirty ground where she could get sick but I can't get up. I can't calm down, my chest and rising and falling so quickly it hurts.

"Fuck! We cared, we were sad but we couldn't come around! It's complicated." My father spits, charging towards me but Louis stops him.

"Enough! No one talks unless myself or Josh say!" Louis shouts, taking a few ginger steps into he room before squatting down in front of me.

This is sick, absolutely fucking sick. I wish Harry was here. Harry keeps me calm, he keeps me sane. My head is pounding and the stress inside of me making me physically ill. I can't handle all the memories, the panic and the fear that are bottled up inside of me at the moment... My breaking point is near.

"Bella." Louis whispers, tilting my chin up to face him. I look in his eyes and my stomach churns. "Give me Mia, I promise I won't hurt her." He pleads, and I shake my head.

"Not a chance!" I scream in his face, and with a blink his eyes go from soft to dark and hard.

"Hand her to me or I will rip her out of your arms." He growls through gritted teeth, and I release a loud sob, kissing Mia's head and rubbing her back as calmly as I can.

"Please don't Louis..." I start to say, but before I can beg anymore he literally rips her from my fingers and steps away from me. I stand, thrashing at his arm and reaching for Mia, but once he hands her off to Josh and Josh races out the front door followed by my parents, I know I'm done for.

"Bella..." Louis sighs, coming towards me once again.

"I fucking hate you! Let me go, and give me my daughter!" I scream, pulling tightly at my blonde strands of hair. Louis' hands grip mine, and he pulls them away from myself.

"You need to relax, or this is never going to work out." He says calmly, and I almost chuckle at that absurd request. Relax? He wants me to relax?

"Fuck you! Bring Mia, call Harry, let me out of here!" I scream, racing towards the front door but like I knew he would, he stops me. I struggle in his grasp, but he turns me around and slaps me roughly in the face. I clutch my cheek and look at him, fury in his eyes.

"Do not mention his name again. Do you understand me?" He growls, and a rush of adrenalin fills me.

"I love Harry, not you!" I shout, and another second passes before I'm knocked to the ground and holding onto my bloodied nose. A few soft cries slip out of my mouth before I feel Louis wrap his arms around me and carry me up the stairs and into what used to be the guest room. My eyes are closed, but I remember everything about this house like it was just yesterday.

This room has so many memories of Harry, so many good and bad times all in one. When Louis plops me down onto the bed, I flick my eyes open and see him looking panicked and upset.

"I shouldn't have hit you." He whispers, closing the door and climbing into the bed beside me. "Don't try to escape because you won't make it out of here alive, that's a promise." He sighs, coming closer to me and snaking his arm around my waist. My insides ignite with uncomfortableness and I want to slither out, but I know I better not.

"Okay." I reply numbly, watching as my bloodied nose drips onto the blankets.

"Don't talk either. Just sleep for now." He sighs and I nod without another word.

I don't think I can fall asleep ever again. Not without the answers that I'm longing for. I can't do this much longer, and I need Harry to come save me. Either that, or I'm gonna escape but I need Mia to do that. As of right now, I'm trapped without an escape and I'm scared out of my bloody mind.


Fuck.

Notes

hi guys! sorry this took me over a week to update, i've been so busy! I have Jr prom next week so I'll get getting all that fancy stuff done next week and then prom weeeeekend hahahahaha.

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