Harry’s POV
Birds chirruping outside of the small window caused me to arouse from my slumber. The bright rays of sunshine shone in on my face through a parting in the curtains, hitting my eyes and making me momentarily blind. I reach over expecting to see another body lying next to me, but soon realize that she never came home. I sigh before getting up to use the bathroom.

As I wash my hands in the porcelain sink, I look up at the reflection before me. My eyes are pink and dry streams are visible from where I had cried myself to sleep but a few hours ago. My hair is in a crazy nest upon my head, and my usually bright green eyes are somewhat a grey color. The pale color of my face makes it look as if I’ve seen a ghost, but I know that the reason of this is for the odd disappearance of Harmony.

She would never just go somewhere without telling me, or any of us really. I know for a fact that she never ignores calls or text messages unless her phone is dead, but that isn’t possible because I know she charged it and had it in hand when she left. The lady at the studio said she left at 8:30, so nothing could have happened to her while there. The only thing any of us can hope for now is for her to be safe where ever she may be.

Harmony’s POV
I woke up with a cramp in my neck like I usually get when I sleep sitting up with my head down. A massive headache filled my mind as I opened my eyes in this dark location. The only light came from a small window on the wall to the left of me. I tried to bring my hands to my face to shield the sudden light only to realize that they were tied tightly to my sides. The rugged rope connecting my body firmly to a cold metal chair was no use in getting out of. My first few attempts to struggle out were unsuccessful and left me with a pain and burning sensation into all access to unclothed skin.

I wanted to scream as loud as I could, but a thick cloth placed in my mouth gave me no option but to stay quiet. I started to freely let tears fall down my face as I realized that I was trapped in this unknown cellar? Basement? I don’t even know where I am or who my captives are. All I know is that I’m here with no one to help, no way to contact anyone, and no way of getting out.

“Look who’s awake,” the same dark voice from last night spoke to me. “I told you I didn’t bite sweetie.”

He ripped the hanky out of my mouth leaving me coughing for the musky air. I cried more and more before I started to cry out to the man who holds me captive.

“What do you want from me?” I cried.

“You want to know what I want?” I nodded. “I want revenge.”

“Revenge for what? I never did anything to you!” At least I don’t think I have. Not once has this man been in my life before now, so what could he possibly want from me?

“Oh but someone has, and you will soon find out. For now, I want you to be a good girl. Stay here and keep quiet, or that brother of yours gets it.”

“Drew,” I whimper. “No don’t touch him!”

“Relax babe. Just keep quiet and nothing will happen to him. I’ll be back later.”

This man makes me sick. What kind of person threatens another person’s family? That’s just the cruel reality that our world is what it is today. We live in a world where people break the laws, and for what? For revenge? For a little equality in their selfish lives? Just the things like this are enough to show the surreal, cruel reality that is our society.

I slowed down my tears to get my mind set on how I can get out of here. I’ve always been taught that nothing is impossible if you just believe. Or maybe that’s just the Disney side of me showing.

Through analyzing the room, I note only the door where the man entered and exited from and the window to the left other than the chair that I am helplessly tied to. I have been restrained from using my arms and legs with ropes. In fact, I don’t even know if I’m in Anaheim still. The nonstop rain and cloudy skies are leading me to predict that I’m in a slightly warmer climate than I used to be. For one, if it had been raining, the water would have seeped in though the open crack in the window, and the wall would be stained with streaks where water would have passed leading down to a puddle on the floor. This part of the room, however, was completely dry of any water residue.

I leaned somewhat to the left to reassure myself that my findings are true, but I was startled when the chair seemed to be almost lifted on the ground. I looked down to see that it had merely rocked onto another leg. One set of legs, diagonal to each other, were uneven to one another allowing the person sitting, that would be me, to rock the chair from side to side. I tried it again, leaning to the right. This may be miraculous to me. If I can tip the chair over backwards in the right position, I can break the chair and loosen the ropes on myself. Then, I can escape out the window.

My hopes are lowered when the sound of mushy footsteps came into hearing range followed by the mysterious man entering the room. I can’t escape whenever I want if I’m not sure that he won’t be here to catch me in the act.

“Hey babe. Miss me much?” he asked.

“Not likely,” I rolled my eyes. “Can I go now?”

“Let me think…” he tapped his finger on his head as if he was in deep thought. “No.”

“Can you tell me why I’m here?” I asked unsure if he would tell me.

“You really don’t know. I guess that’s what happens after people die. You just forget about them so fast. What a lame excuse for a daughter you are.”

I cringed at the word ‘daughter.’ This guy clearly had a connection with my parents. Surely it wasn’t that bad or I wouldn’t be here tied to a chair. In the time that I’d been with my parents, they’d never shown me more kindness and loving that I didn’t already have from them. They truly cared for Drew and I. They never did anything wrong. At least, not anything that I know of…

“You see, cupcake, your mother was my girl until you’re dad decided to move to town. She was with me until your father came and took her away from me slowly. He started to get closer to her everyday, and the next thing I knew, she was dumping me for him. So now, I figured, if I can’t have your mother, why not have you?”

My eyes went wide and my stomach turned; I felt like my insides were going to explode. This man is sick. I can’t believe he used to be some sort of nice guy my mother once dated. He’s daft to think that I’ll ever be his. If he is my mom’s age, then this just makes it even more disturbing.

“Oh don’t worry sweetheart,” he broke me from my thoughts, “I won’t be the one having you.” A sigh of relief was made on the inside of me. “But my son will. He’s going to be here in a couple days, so make yourself comfortable.”

“You are a sick person! You can’t just have me like I’m some sort of prize! I’m a person, not a toy. My mother dumped you for obvious reasons. You were crazy! You still are!” I shouted at the demented man standing before me. He made haste to connect to palm of his hand to my face causing my face to turn. I could feel the stinging pain in my cheek, almost being able to see how red it was from the contact.

I wanted nothing more than to cry before this lunatic, but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything of the sort. I can’t cry before people who are trying to hurt me. It’s like giving in to them, and I wasn’t one to give in to anything this man will say or do. I was not giving up; not this time.

“You’re just like her. You can’t seem to control your temper, can you?” He caressed my cheek with his hand, but I jerked my head away to the side, so he couldn’t. My action made him angry; he grabbed my chin, squeezing my cheeks together, making me unwillingly face him. I would have shut my eyes, but the fact that he could hit me at any time made me ready to be alert if he should try.

“Stubborn girl, aren’t you? It’s a shame. You look just like her. Same hair, freckles, mouth. The only difference is those big eyes of your dad. Kind of depressing really. You could have been twins, but I’m sure Tanner won’t mind.”

“Tanner?” a thousand memories of Veronica came flooding back to me. When she made it look like Harry cheated on me, but it was because I supposedly told Tanner to break up with her. Surely it wasn’t the same Tanned, yet; then again, this guy probably went to the same school as mom. It makes sense now.

“Yes, Tanner. You might know him,” he answers smugly. “Six foot three, blonde hair, blue eyes, ringing a bell? I really thought that the Veronica chick would have kept you and that Harry kid apart, because Tanner spent all that time and effort into making sure that it was you who was miserable. Poor Harmony. Never knew that all along it was Tanner that was the cause of your despair. It’s all part of my plan to avenge the ugly result of the man who took my girl.

“I just want you to know that no matter what, you are nothing more than a bitch like your mother. You better be nice to my Tanner,” the guy said before exiting the room.

After I was sure that the door was closed, I let the tears I was holding back flow freely down my face. To think that all these years, it was Tanner, no it was his dad, who was making my life worthless. All over my mom choosing my dad over him. It’s like having someone tell you what you’re life means, but this time I don’t want to know what it means. I’d rather go back to square one with Harry again than be here, forced under my will, to be given away as what? A prize? And to some kid that isn’t who the person I love. Love is privilege, not a game. Therefore, I refuse to be played by these people who don’t understand the concept of love.