My Saviour

Kylie’s P.O.V
The worst thing about being here, isn’t that I’m getting abused pretty much all the time, or even the new thing my dad has taken a liking to, rape, it’s the fact that I don’t know if Harry is okay or not. That is honestly the worst part for me. If anything happened to him, I wouldn’t forgive myself for putting him in danger. I would hate myself for it. He doesn’t deserve to be hurt; he’s an amazing, loving, sweet guy. Harry wouldn’t hurt anything, so why should he get hurt? I feel so bad about all of it, if only I’d gone somewhere else that night, I wouldn’t have dragged Harry into the mess that my life is. I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing right now.
I flinched as the door to the dark, cold room opened, showing the light which hurt my eyes. In stepped my father, an evil glint in his eyes.
“If only you knew what your boyfriend was doing right now,” he laughed. “You know, that band doesn’t even care about you enough to call off their concerts, they’re back on tour, forgetting you ever existed. They don’t care about you anymore Kylie, you’re scum to them. They’re better off without you. You keep hoping that they’ll come and find you, but they don’t even care. You are just some girl who he used to keep his bed warm at night, and now you’re gone, he doesn’t give a shit. You’re great at picking them, aren’t you, Kylie?” He laughed, walking over and moving my hair away from my face, sucking at my neck. I tried to push him off, but I’m just not strong enough. I barely have enough strength to breath, let alone push someone off of me. I tried not to let what he said get to me, but I just couldn’t help it. They’re forgetting about me, they’re not coming to find me; I’m going to die here. I couldn’t help but just give up hope then. Harry never loved me, he never wanted me, I was just some toy. I can’t believe I never saw this before. I just lay there, helpless as my own father raped me, not being able to do anything about it. I longed for the door to open, and for someone to walk in and save me from this. From my ultimate fate, death.
Harry’s P.O.V
I checked Twitter for the third time today, only seeing posts about how bad I am at performing lately, and how I must really be missing Kylie. Of course I’m missing Kylie. I love her. I want her back in my arms. I know that she’s injured somewhere. I know that she won’t be happy, she’ll be miserable, perhaps giving up, but I hope the thought of me keeps her strong. She needs to survive all that she’s going through, for me. I wish I could be her saviour again, but I have absolutely no idea where she is. Just then, Louis came bounding into my room.
“They’ve got a lead! They’ve got a lead!” He shouted, showing me his phone. I looked at it and saw it was an article from the police.
“Our investigation into the abduction of Kylie Carter is ongoing, but we have reason to believe that she is somewhere in England. The abductor, her father, was seen driving onto the EuroTunnel in a rental car, which has recently been picked up and examined. Inside the boot of the rental car, forensics found traces of Kylie’s DNA, as well as a necklace belonging to her. We will now begin to search England, and the places that her father is thought to have been residing in for the past few months. Hopefully, with this evidence, we will be able to locate Miss Carter in the next few days.”
I looked up from his phone, hopeful.
“They’ve got to find her. They’ve got to. I miss her so much; I need her back in my arms.” I said.
“Mate, you’ve got to keep in mind that even if they do find her, she might not be in good shape, she may not even be alive. Don’t get your hopes up too soon; I don’t want you even more upset.” He said, and I know he’s only looking out for me but it made me angry.
“I just keep thinking about her, helpless you know? I wish there was something I could do to help, but there is literally nothing I can do. I want to find her and soon, but I don’t have a clue where to start looking, I want to be her saviour again, but I can’t be. The only people who can be her saviours now are the police.” I sighed.
“You never know mate, I’m sure they’ll call you if they find her.” He replied, before walking out and leaving me alone in the room again.
For the next few days, I waited and waited for that call to come. I wanted the call that would tell me that she had been found and she was okay, but nothing came. No more reports were published; it was as if they’d forgotten all about her. I just hope that’s not the case, I really want to find her.

Notes

Uh-oh, her dad has convinced her that Harry doesn't care, which we all know is far from the truth. Comment your opinions on this chapter.

Procrastinating from doing work which is never appreciated, urgh.

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