Ghost - Chelsea Lankes (song to listen to while reading)
Bella's Point of View:

The next morning, I clutch the banister slowly and make my way down the stairs to the smell of yet again, another awaiting breakfast. I hate to admit this, but yesterday was a good day. Louis didn't bother me much after the morning, in fact, I had time to myself. I sat in my basement, in my old small dance studio and stretched my problems out but it isn't doing me much good.

I think I'm going crazy.

Not the crazy where you want to drive yourself off a bridge, but it could get to that point eventually if I let it. I'm going crazy in a sense where I can't tell what's good and what's bad anymore. I don't know what I want or what I need, I don't even know if what I'm seeing is real or not. This whole situation is like a dream and nightmare all sandwiched into one, and I'm stuck trying to escape but getting squished deeper and deeper by everything around me. It's suffocating, really. Manipulation is a bitch, but so is being in this house and the longer I'm here, with Louis and my parents the more I don't know what's right from wrong.

Stepping barefooted into the kitchen, I spot Louis in the corner whipping up what looks like an omelette. He was disappointed with me yesterday for not eating, but my insides can't keep it down. Everything I put to my lips makes me want to vomit, and I literally cannot help it.

"Good morning, beautiful." Louis smiles warmly, handing me a glass over orange juice and a peculiar looking pill. I pick it up and study it closely, confusion clear across my face.

"What is this?" I inquire. It's a tablet for certain, and I think I've seen it before but I can't put my finger on it.

"It's a vitamin, love. Since you refuse to eat my food, you've got to stay strong somehow... Didn't you feel weak dancing yesterday?" He says with a casual tone. A vitamin?

"This does not look like a vitamin, Louis." I shake my head, shoving it towards the other direction of the table. When I do so, frustration takes over his cool demeanor and I slightly panic. I hate this, always having to be on edge when near him. If I didn't get to dance in this house and if Louis didn't convince me that all those people back home didn't love me, then I might not still be here... But Harry hasn't found me yet, and it shouldn't be this hard.

"Read the bottle!" He shouts, tossing it over to me and letting a few spill out on the counter. I scan the cylinder shaped bottle, and everything looks genuine.

"Louis, no." I sigh, putting it down. After all, he kidnapped me.

"Look, I'll even take one." He shrugs, and just as I look up I see him swallow something down, the pill. My eyes widen, and I shake my head. He's actually being real with me, and I'm being a bitch.

"But--" I stammer.

"Bella, I only want what's best for you. Would I give you something to make you sick?" He asks, and I shake my head slowly as he steps closer, just enough so he's standing between my legs from the kitchen stool.

"No." I choke out, sitting backwards in the chair. He leans over and pierces his eyes into mine, placing a single hand on my bare thigh.

"Then be the good girl that I know you are and take the vitamin. After all, I am the only one who really cares about you, don't forget that." He reminds me, and I take the stupid vitamin. I swallow it down and give Louis a stupid smirk.

"Satisfied?" I ask, and he nods with a smile on his face.

"You're such a good girl, you make me so happy." He says, stepping away from me and going back to the kitchen. I lean on the counter as I watch him put the omelette on a dish and offer me some, but I decline.

I sit, looking around the house absentmindedly. I remember when my father gave me a black eye after finding Harry and I innocently sleeping together on the couch. There was broken glass everywhere, Jamie was scared out of her mind and my throat feels like it's going to close even thinking back to that time...but I can't escape that thought, because it happened right here in this room. I can't believe I'm back here, that he's alive--

"Do you want to see your parents today?" Louis breaks my thoughts, almost reading my mind. I put my hands on my head, feeling a huge surge of energy fueling my body. Do I want to see them?

"Can I see Mia?" I ask, afraid to hear the answer. He looks down at his plate, and shrugs his shoulders eagerly in response.

"I thought you wanted the whole 'no strings attached' thing?" He asks, and I stand up to pace. My mind is racing like never before, and my heart is beating insanely fast. Louis is also a bit hyper, so I can tell it's from the vitamin he gave us.

"I... I don't know what I want. I want to dance all the time, forever but Mia is my--" I start to say, but he stands and pins be against the dining room wall.

"But Mia will get in the way of that, won't she? How will you practice all of your ballet with a crying baby in the background? How will you get anything done worrying about what your daughter is doing? You're still so young and full of life," He muses, looking me up and down, "wouldn't it be so much better if me and you just got away from it all, even your parents if you wish?" He says, lacing his fingers with mine. My body suddenly feels like it's on fire, and I have the sudden urge to run a fucking mile. I have never had this feeling before, it's surreal.

"Louis.." I mumble as his body rubs against mine in the slightest. I don't want to have these strange sensual feelings for him, but I physically cannot help it. My chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace and I can hardly stand for him to have me pinned against this wall any longer.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll do it." He whispers, taking one hand and allowing it to travel down to my core over the shorts he gave me to sleep in and rubbing it gently. I bite my lip and fight the urge, fight the feelings I'm having but I can't fucking move, I'm frozen now.

"You have to... If we leave, just me and you... You'll have to send Mia back to Harry. I don't want my parents to have her, I don't want them to have anything." I breathe out as his touch grows stronger and my body feels weaker. My insides are like lightning and I can barely keep myself up straight so if it weren't for the wall behind me or Louis in front of me, I would probably collapse.

"If giving Mia back to Harry makes you happy, then that can be arranged." I hear him mumble in my ear before nibbling it lightly. His other hand tries to keep me propped up, but my body is like a sack of potatoes at this point. I collapse down to the hardwood floor and try to sit up, but everything is numb.

"Was that not a vitamin?" I say, trying to make sense of things. It couldn't have been, because this isn't what my body should be doing. Louis of course would be used to it, he does drugs all the time. He's a manipulator, a sexy manipulator... Oh my god, my brain is so fucked.

"Of course it wasn't, but you knew that when you took it, didn't you?" He whispers, kissing my neck gruffly and rubbing more vigorously against my core. His other hand slides of my bra straps, and I close my eyes in the slightest bit of pleasure and fear. I know I can't stop him, and I can't tell if I want him to stop.

Yes I do, I want him to.

"Louis, you have to stop." I whisper, flailing my hand around and releasing a giggle. A giggle? I can't control anything anymore, this is a full-fledge out of body experience at this point.

"If it hurts, I'll stop. Does it hurt?" He asks, and I don't respond as he pushes my panties to the side and shoves a finger deep inside my core. My body slides flat to the ground, and I'm hardly conscious now.

"Stop babe, stop." I laugh, and I want to scream at myself for laughing, even more for saying 'babe'. I now know that I took an ecstasy tablet, and I'm a moron.

"Does it hurt, or does it feel good? You're so wet baby, do you mind if I take a lick?" He says in a husky voice, and I realize this is going to go too far. No, no, no, no, no.

"Louis, no!" I shout, trying my hardest to fight against the drug inside of me. "No, no, no, no. Not today, please not right now." I bargain with him. "I'm not ready, I will be someday but not today." I lie, and my body ignites when I feel his hair tickling my hipbones.

"You're more than ready for me, love. Just shhh, soon enough your body will be craving me and the drug." He chuckles, and I panic. My panic and the pain my heart feels and the stupid pleasure Louis is causing me, pumping his fingers in and out and his tongue doing wonders on me is driving me insane, so inside that I can't take it. My heart screams no, but my body and brain are in a completely different atmosphere.

I can't do it. I bite my lip and screw my eyes shut, and everything feels numb, like a strange a buzzing sensation.

"No!" I scream, and everything fades black as my eyes roll back into my head.

I black out, and right before I do I'm afraid I won't remember anything that just happened.



Louis's Point of View:

I lay Bella gently in our bed and cover the blanket over her, careful to make certain that her panties and bra are on normally and don't look suspicious. She should be waking up in a few hours, and that gives me time to figure some of my shit out.

I see myself all over the news, and I know I have got to get out of this house by tomorrow. I just need a few more hours with Bella, a little more time to make her fall deeper towards me. The longer she's here, the more inclined she is to want to get away from Harry and be with me, the guy who can give her everything.

The drugs are the perfect plan, because once Bella is hooked on ecstasy which should be simple since she's like 100 pounds, she will always be up for doing the kind of stuff we did today. Did I take advantage of her? A bit and maybe I should have stopped when she passed out, but you can't say she wasn't into it, because she was... I mean at least the ecstasy made it seem that way.

She could be happy with me, and I could be happy with her. I will do whatever it takes to make Bella mine, and if that means turning her into a drug addict or a careless person, then so be it. We're both young, and once she's far away with me she will see that. As for her parents, I couldn't really give a shit about them anymore. They helped me sink her into her dreary mindset, the one where she's going crazy. Do I want her to be crazy? I don't particularly care either way. Crazy or not, she will be mine, and we will last forever.

I slip out of the room shut the door before heading into the main room where Josh, her parents and Mia are awaiting me, all admiring the little brat on Lisa's lap.

"How's Bella?" She asks, bobbing the baby up and down.

"Perfect. However, she doesn't want to either of you. We will be leaving soon, and leaving Mia here for her father." I state dully and their eyes go wide.

"For Harry?" Josh scoffs, and I nod.

"I've convinced her she doesn't need Mia, and she agrees for the most part so when Harry and all the police and shit get here and we're gone, Mia will be the only one still at the house. Maybe then he will stop looking." I explain, and they all nod.

"Well... We would just like to talk to her, you know? She is our daughter after all." Chris speaks, and I roll my eyes.

"You can have your 'moment' with her, but you better make it emotional and sappy." I say, pondering if I even want them to speak with Bella. If anything, it could only benefit me more because she will feel more sad and vulnerable.

"Sappy?" Chris asks, his voice much older than what it once was.

"I want you to make her feel... Guilty." I say, and their eyes go wide. "Ok, cut the shit. It's not like either of you care about her enough, you haven't even been with her for the longest fucking time!" I shout, and they flinch.

"But Louis, we--" Lisa begins, and Josh stands to let her know she needs to shut the fuck up.

"Enough!" I bark loudly. "When you say your goodbyes to Bella, you better make her feel sad, unloved and like she needs me. I'm the only one who can pick up the pieces, so break her! Ruin her, and I'll fix it! Let me be the hero!" I shout, getting myself going.

I'm trying to convince myself that this will work, but I'm worried. Chris and Lisa look unconfident and Josh seems skeptical of my plan. I'm worrying myself, because I know that I might not be able to fix her if her parents break her. Harry might be able to, but I can't... Fuck, I'll have to be. This has to work.

"Okay, actually... Do what you think is right. Just... Just make her love me, and not Harry, alright? It's not like you love her much, so don't get all emotional and shit. Say your goodbyes, and then just leave and never come back. She doesn't want to see you guys." I say, standing and walking towards the back door.

When I get there, I sit down and put my hands on my head, thinking. I can't call Chris for advice, because he's probably being questioned or on the run back in America. I'm stuck, I'm so bloody stuck now. The rain is pouring down fiercely at the ground and it's freezing outside.

"What are you gonna do?" I jump at Josh's voice from behind me, and shake my head. "Where are you gonna go?" He adds.

"Tonight? I don't know... Scotchdale maybe?" I smirk, and Josh cracks a half smile. "I mean they already checked there and we were gone, so why not keep the trend going? Right?" I laugh to my friend.

"You really are twisted, aren't you?" He asks, and I crack my knuckles, standing up and making my way back inside the house and up towards Bella's room. Hopefully she will be awake soon.

"You don't even know the half of it yet, mate." I laugh over my shoulder.

Notes

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