Breathe
Worry
Nina’s P.O.V
I can’t see anything, its all black. Am I dead? No I cant be dead I can feel every ounce of pain present in my body. What day is it? What time is it?
“Wyatt?” My voice comes out a broken whisper, I try again
“Wyatt” I say louder more clearer but still traced with panic
“Ni- Nina” I hear a response, relief spills over me almost conquering all the fear, but then it all comes back, we’ve been kidnapped and we are probably going to be killed.
“Where are we” I ask
“I don’t know” Wyatt sobs and it kills me, I hear him sniffle as he continues to cry.
“We’re going to be okay” I stutter, and I can almost hear the doubt in my own voice. Harry… My sweet, sweet Harry… he’s probably going crazy from not hearing from me, but what would I even say; ‘Sorry I’ve been kidnapped?’
I don’t want him to know about this, he shouldn’t have to have this burden while on tour.
I try to move and realize I’m sitting in a chair, my hands behind my back, likely tied with some sort of rope, it hurts and if I struggle too much it rubs against my skin. I move my head and shoulder together to try and remove the fabric covering my eyes.
“My- My kids Nina” Wyatt cries quietly “My babies, they’re all I have” His voice cracks and tears well up in my eyes.
“I’m going to figure this out, I’m going to get us out of here I promise” I state, sounding more confident then I feel. I manage to remove the blindfold from my eyes, who ever tied it did a lousy job.
We’re still in the house, we’re in the basement I remember. My jaw drops when I look at the pool of blood forming around Wyatt’s feet.
“Wh-What is it” He utters sobbing louder
“Nothing, nothing” I rush the words out of my mouth, I need to get untied.
I scoot my self over to Wyatt half way before I realize it’s making an unruly amount of noise. “Shit” I curse to myself, I attempt to stand and successfully manage a half stance walk, I make it full way.
“I’m going to take your blind fold off” I tell him before nudging my head against his blindfold. It comes up half way when noise from upstairs makes me jump, I fall to the floor still attached to the chair, I wince at the pain appearing in my rib cage.
“She’s trying to get out isn’t that cute” A dark skinned man with no hair and wearing quite the extravagant suit with blacked out glasses talks down to me like I’m a small child. He quickly with one hand viciously rips off Wyatt’s blindfold in one swift movement.
“Hey pretty boy, have a nice sleep?” He taps the side of Wyatt’s cheek, he jerks his head the other way instantly.
“Don’t touch him” I growl, anger pouring though every vein in my body.
He walks over to me and pushes my head into the cement, I squirm, this really hurts, and I whimper “Let me go”
“You’re not as strong as you look” He laughs, I clench my eyes together and wish this was all a dream.
He grabs my chair and pulls me back up, I avoid his eye contact.
“Who are you” Wyatt says weakly
“That’s none of your fucking concern” He spits out
“Now up” He grabs my wrists and forces them upward, in a direction my wrists and arms shouldn’t go. I yelp, I can feel my muscles stretching and ripping.
“Stop! Stop! You’re hurting her! Stop!” Wyatt roars, the man drops my arms I struggle to catch my breath.
He walks over to Wyatt and punches the left side of his face. Wyatt gives no remorse, he takes the punch with all masculinity.
He stops and looks at us for a few seconds, “Hey boss, they’re ready” He yells up the stairs.
I hear steps coming downward.
This is it, we’re done for. I’ll never get to tell Harry I love him again, I’ll never get to know what happened to my parents. I’ll just be gone and Harry will be devastated.
“Why hello Nina” My adoptive father, Dominic sneers at me.
“What, I don’t’, I don’t’ understand” I utter out foolishly
He laughs “Of course you don’t”
All these emotions over run my body, I don’t know what to feel or do or how to respond, how could he do this to me? I’m his daughter… I feel betrayed, destroyed.
“You have something I want” He speaks like I should know what he’s saying
“You both have something I want” He adds
“What” I whisper
“900 million dollars” he says it with clarity, Wyatt looks stunned. I close my eyes.
“You’re doing this because of the money?” I vindicate stultified
“You have money! Tons of it!” I yell horrified
“I’m in debt Nina, Sarah’s had to take a job, Tia isn’t under our funds anymore but we’re still struggling”
“You’re pathetic” I shout through clenched teeth
“Excuse me?”
“You adopted me!, I was like your second daughter, how could you do this” I feel my skin heating up
“Money trumps family Nina and I’m sorry to say that” He talks non chelontly
“You’re a piece of shit, and the police are going to find you, Harry will notice something’s wrong when he doesn’t hear from me” I authorize confidently, he gives me a slight smirk before lashing his back hand across my face, I fall to the floor, my head bouncing on the hard concrete.
“Nina!” Wyatt urges “You leave her alone you sack of shit”
My vision is blurry, spears of pain stab through the back of my head.
He pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket, it’s folded neatly.
“I just need two signatures, one from Nina Vinci, and one from Wyatt Vinci, granting me full ownership to the 900 million dollars”
I never cared about the money, as I stare at this monster in front of me I start to hate it more and more by the second. I never abused my privileges with the money either, out of the 900 million you might only find 60$ missing on my account. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of handing over the money willingly, but I have a horrible feeling in my gut that he will torture it out of us.
Harry’s P.O.V
Our first show was a hit, it was amazing to be back and preforming, I open my phone and check it for the millionth time, no texts, no calls, no nothing. I open the last text Nina sent me;
* Boarding, love you always *
I then scroll past the 11 other text messages from myself, I have a horrid feeling in the pit of my stomach, Nina wouldn’t just disappear out of no where, she’d call or text at least once a day and it’s been 24 hours since I last heard from her.
“Hey, have you guys heard from Nina?” I ask the group, they’re all doing their own thing, playing on phones and what not.
I get headshakes and no’s
“Tia?” I ask more hopefully
“No I haven’t” She looks my way for a brief second
“She’s probably busy going through the house, you know she doesn’t like talking when she get’s into that stuff with Wyatt” Perrie tells me, my mood lightens.
“You’re right, she’s probably fine”
But still, that feeling that she’s not returns to my stomach.
Nina’s P.O.V
“You’re going to sign the papers” Edward, the dark skinned man whips the rope against my skin for the 8th time. I wince and cringe, trying to keep in the pain, I can see with the side mirror the lacerations’ appearing on my back. Wyatt struggles his very hardest to try and get to me from his tied up place on the opposite wall.
“Stop” I beg “Stop please” My voice is a quite whisper, barley sounding like a person anymore.
He gives me a quick, hard kick to the side of my ribs and instantly I feel throbbing and stinging, I fall to the ground gripping my side out of breath.
He moves to Wyatt, to torture him, I extend my hand to try and make him stop, or continue on me so Wyatt doesn’t get any. He steps on my forearm forcing my extended arm to the ground followed by an unpleasant cracking noise. Discomfort comes quicker than it did with the rope but I’m so caught up in all the other feelings that this feels like a mere paper cut.
“UP” Dominic comes down the stairs yelling
“Get them up, police will arrive any day now and we need to get them out of the house”
“alright boss” He motions to untie Wyatt
“What the fuck are you doing! Sedate them first” Dominic screams.
“No” “No please no” plead, begging them not to put anymore drugs into me, of course they don’t listen to me.
“Stay still” He warns but I still fight him
“For fuck sakes” He knocks me square in the face with his large fist, I can feel blood stream down from my nose. I focus on the punch so much that I give him time to push the needle into my arm and once again I’m feeling sleepy.
Harry’s P.O.V
“Harry we have to go” Lou warns me, we’re all going out for dinner.
“Yeah one sec I’ll catch up” I wave him away and dial Nina’s number
Ring….
Ring…
Ring….
“Hey, sorry I can’t take your call right now but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can! Thanks have a great day” Her voice fills my ears and I smile.
“Hey love, just trying to get a hold of you, you must be awfully busy with Wyatt and the house. I understand, but try to get back to me okay, I’m starting to worry and I just want to make sure you’re safe, I love you so much, and miss you already, call me back”
I can’t see anything, its all black. Am I dead? No I cant be dead I can feel every ounce of pain present in my body. What day is it? What time is it?
“Wyatt?” My voice comes out a broken whisper, I try again
“Wyatt” I say louder more clearer but still traced with panic
“Ni- Nina” I hear a response, relief spills over me almost conquering all the fear, but then it all comes back, we’ve been kidnapped and we are probably going to be killed.
“Where are we” I ask
“I don’t know” Wyatt sobs and it kills me, I hear him sniffle as he continues to cry.
“We’re going to be okay” I stutter, and I can almost hear the doubt in my own voice. Harry… My sweet, sweet Harry… he’s probably going crazy from not hearing from me, but what would I even say; ‘Sorry I’ve been kidnapped?’
I don’t want him to know about this, he shouldn’t have to have this burden while on tour.
I try to move and realize I’m sitting in a chair, my hands behind my back, likely tied with some sort of rope, it hurts and if I struggle too much it rubs against my skin. I move my head and shoulder together to try and remove the fabric covering my eyes.
“My- My kids Nina” Wyatt cries quietly “My babies, they’re all I have” His voice cracks and tears well up in my eyes.
“I’m going to figure this out, I’m going to get us out of here I promise” I state, sounding more confident then I feel. I manage to remove the blindfold from my eyes, who ever tied it did a lousy job.
We’re still in the house, we’re in the basement I remember. My jaw drops when I look at the pool of blood forming around Wyatt’s feet.
“Wh-What is it” He utters sobbing louder
“Nothing, nothing” I rush the words out of my mouth, I need to get untied.
I scoot my self over to Wyatt half way before I realize it’s making an unruly amount of noise. “Shit” I curse to myself, I attempt to stand and successfully manage a half stance walk, I make it full way.
“I’m going to take your blind fold off” I tell him before nudging my head against his blindfold. It comes up half way when noise from upstairs makes me jump, I fall to the floor still attached to the chair, I wince at the pain appearing in my rib cage.
“She’s trying to get out isn’t that cute” A dark skinned man with no hair and wearing quite the extravagant suit with blacked out glasses talks down to me like I’m a small child. He quickly with one hand viciously rips off Wyatt’s blindfold in one swift movement.
“Hey pretty boy, have a nice sleep?” He taps the side of Wyatt’s cheek, he jerks his head the other way instantly.
“Don’t touch him” I growl, anger pouring though every vein in my body.
He walks over to me and pushes my head into the cement, I squirm, this really hurts, and I whimper “Let me go”
“You’re not as strong as you look” He laughs, I clench my eyes together and wish this was all a dream.
He grabs my chair and pulls me back up, I avoid his eye contact.
“Who are you” Wyatt says weakly
“That’s none of your fucking concern” He spits out
“Now up” He grabs my wrists and forces them upward, in a direction my wrists and arms shouldn’t go. I yelp, I can feel my muscles stretching and ripping.
“Stop! Stop! You’re hurting her! Stop!” Wyatt roars, the man drops my arms I struggle to catch my breath.
He walks over to Wyatt and punches the left side of his face. Wyatt gives no remorse, he takes the punch with all masculinity.
He stops and looks at us for a few seconds, “Hey boss, they’re ready” He yells up the stairs.
I hear steps coming downward.
This is it, we’re done for. I’ll never get to tell Harry I love him again, I’ll never get to know what happened to my parents. I’ll just be gone and Harry will be devastated.
“Why hello Nina” My adoptive father, Dominic sneers at me.
“What, I don’t’, I don’t’ understand” I utter out foolishly
He laughs “Of course you don’t”
All these emotions over run my body, I don’t know what to feel or do or how to respond, how could he do this to me? I’m his daughter… I feel betrayed, destroyed.
“You have something I want” He speaks like I should know what he’s saying
“You both have something I want” He adds
“What” I whisper
“900 million dollars” he says it with clarity, Wyatt looks stunned. I close my eyes.
“You’re doing this because of the money?” I vindicate stultified
“You have money! Tons of it!” I yell horrified
“I’m in debt Nina, Sarah’s had to take a job, Tia isn’t under our funds anymore but we’re still struggling”
“You’re pathetic” I shout through clenched teeth
“Excuse me?”
“You adopted me!, I was like your second daughter, how could you do this” I feel my skin heating up
“Money trumps family Nina and I’m sorry to say that” He talks non chelontly
“You’re a piece of shit, and the police are going to find you, Harry will notice something’s wrong when he doesn’t hear from me” I authorize confidently, he gives me a slight smirk before lashing his back hand across my face, I fall to the floor, my head bouncing on the hard concrete.
“Nina!” Wyatt urges “You leave her alone you sack of shit”
My vision is blurry, spears of pain stab through the back of my head.
He pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket, it’s folded neatly.
“I just need two signatures, one from Nina Vinci, and one from Wyatt Vinci, granting me full ownership to the 900 million dollars”
I never cared about the money, as I stare at this monster in front of me I start to hate it more and more by the second. I never abused my privileges with the money either, out of the 900 million you might only find 60$ missing on my account. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of handing over the money willingly, but I have a horrible feeling in my gut that he will torture it out of us.
Harry’s P.O.V
Our first show was a hit, it was amazing to be back and preforming, I open my phone and check it for the millionth time, no texts, no calls, no nothing. I open the last text Nina sent me;
* Boarding, love you always *
I then scroll past the 11 other text messages from myself, I have a horrid feeling in the pit of my stomach, Nina wouldn’t just disappear out of no where, she’d call or text at least once a day and it’s been 24 hours since I last heard from her.
“Hey, have you guys heard from Nina?” I ask the group, they’re all doing their own thing, playing on phones and what not.
I get headshakes and no’s
“Tia?” I ask more hopefully
“No I haven’t” She looks my way for a brief second
“She’s probably busy going through the house, you know she doesn’t like talking when she get’s into that stuff with Wyatt” Perrie tells me, my mood lightens.
“You’re right, she’s probably fine”
But still, that feeling that she’s not returns to my stomach.
Nina’s P.O.V
“You’re going to sign the papers” Edward, the dark skinned man whips the rope against my skin for the 8th time. I wince and cringe, trying to keep in the pain, I can see with the side mirror the lacerations’ appearing on my back. Wyatt struggles his very hardest to try and get to me from his tied up place on the opposite wall.
“Stop” I beg “Stop please” My voice is a quite whisper, barley sounding like a person anymore.
He gives me a quick, hard kick to the side of my ribs and instantly I feel throbbing and stinging, I fall to the ground gripping my side out of breath.
He moves to Wyatt, to torture him, I extend my hand to try and make him stop, or continue on me so Wyatt doesn’t get any. He steps on my forearm forcing my extended arm to the ground followed by an unpleasant cracking noise. Discomfort comes quicker than it did with the rope but I’m so caught up in all the other feelings that this feels like a mere paper cut.
“UP” Dominic comes down the stairs yelling
“Get them up, police will arrive any day now and we need to get them out of the house”
“alright boss” He motions to untie Wyatt
“What the fuck are you doing! Sedate them first” Dominic screams.
“No” “No please no” plead, begging them not to put anymore drugs into me, of course they don’t listen to me.
“Stay still” He warns but I still fight him
“For fuck sakes” He knocks me square in the face with his large fist, I can feel blood stream down from my nose. I focus on the punch so much that I give him time to push the needle into my arm and once again I’m feeling sleepy.
Harry’s P.O.V
“Harry we have to go” Lou warns me, we’re all going out for dinner.
“Yeah one sec I’ll catch up” I wave him away and dial Nina’s number
Ring….
Ring…
Ring….
“Hey, sorry I can’t take your call right now but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can! Thanks have a great day” Her voice fills my ears and I smile.
“Hey love, just trying to get a hold of you, you must be awfully busy with Wyatt and the house. I understand, but try to get back to me okay, I’m starting to worry and I just want to make sure you’re safe, I love you so much, and miss you already, call me back”
Notes
I found this really sad because Harry is texting her and calling her and thinks she's okay but she's really not okay.
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