Samanthas POV
{Dream}
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“I felt a hand reach up to my shoulder and it moved my hair away from my neck slowly. I clinged onto the towel tighter as his breath ran down my shoulder. I felt his hair tickle against my cheek as his head leaned upon it, his lips placing light kisses to the delicate skin”
I felt a small blur in my dream and I was flashed towards another memory of him.
“I want to do something to help you Sam. But every time I try you just keep pushing me away. Putting these walls up…” I let out a small sob and quickly wiped my eyes with my sleeve. “I won’t touch you again Samantha. But you should shower and get some rest. You have work tomorrow. I’m sorry for wanting you...loving you.”
My hands reached out desperately trying to reach for him, desperately trying to feel that warmth he provided for me. Every time I touched him it felt like I was burning, the heat between us coursing through my body like each part of my was being shown to him. I was his. And he was mine. I tried to reach further pushing my body up off of the dull, creaky surface I lay upon. My back arched and my legs moved quickly trying to scrape my fingers along his structured jaw.
But the dream clouded around him, pulling him further and further from me.
“Harry!” I found myself shouting, but the dream took him away. Along with the memories we had shared. An image flashed of his sleeping state as I trailed my fingers down his spine delicately. Another one crept into my thoughts; Harry was lying on a bed of grass next to his parents stone. I was there. Placing light pink flowers into his hair whilst his dark eyelashes fluttered with acceptance and longing.
I jolted and blackness swirled me. Harry’s face was replaced by Chris’s. The burning eyes cutting me open, then it changed swiftly to Donny and Tanya. A small baby was in their arms as they smiled towards me. My heart was beating rapidly, I saw Harry. He came up behind them. He smiled too. Hugging Tanya and Donny not caring that I wasn’t there. He didn’t care about me anymore. He had forgotten me.
A girl with brown short hair was replaced hugging Harry. He leaned down and kissed her with such passion my whole body froze and shook at the same time. I squeezed my eyelids shut tighter trying to crease the image away.
“I love you…” He whispered to the unknown girl and I found myself screaming for it to stop.
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My eyes shot open. I could feel an icy sweat along my back and when my shaky hands reached to my forehead I could also feel the wetness there too. I had been dreaming about him. It started off good, remembering everything loving we had done but then it turned significantly worse. I no longer existed. I had saved their lives for my own, so Donny and Tanya could have their baby. So Harry could move on from me and find the person he was perfect for. Someone, who wasn’t me.
Breathing hard I tried to calm down, my hand rested upon my chest and I took deeper breaths in. I felt dizzy and weak, the remembrance of Max taking me away from Harry almost caused my heart to explode. I had to be strong. I had to find my way back to the boy I loved. But would he still love me back? I looked around the room and saw how small it was. The ceiling was low and it slanted slightly above me. The walls were a light brown, but were painted badly and hastily. No care done with it. The floor I lay on was wooden panelling. It creaked every time I moved and it felt like I was lying on a bed of nails. My whole body ached from it and I knew it would be difficult trying to move myself to standing.
Next to me a red sofa lay. It was thick and looked extremely plush. Tanya’s hand lay off the edge next to her head as it rested upon a white pillow. A blanket lay on her lower half, her other hand was resting on her stomach. That’s when I noticed the small bump becoming curved there. Tanya really was pregnant. I tried to think how far along she was but thinking too much tired me even more.
Harry’s t shirt still hung loosely around me like a blanket itself. His sweet smell still clung to it, soothing my bad thoughts and every ache I currently had. This was the last thing I would ever touch of his. The last part of Harry I would ever be with again. Is this what love did to people? It was only a piece of fabric worn by him a few times, yet I would look after it more than my own life.
I had a white bed sheet around me and a cushion under my aching head. Tanya had said she would take the floor when we realised the sofa was only big enough for one of us. But never would I let that happen. She was weaker than me and much more vulnerable. Her eating was still off and I doubt she would be able to go any longer without another morning sickness situation.
A window hung above us in the wall behind me. The door straight in front of us. I was surprised when I remembered Max not locking it and ripping the door handle from it. Why was he not locking us away if he wanted to hurt us? It was a dull brown wood, splinters sticking up from it, something which made not want to go anywhere near it. Almost as though it was a weapon.
Tanya moved next to me and I noticed the slight breeze beckoning through the white curtains. The window was open and a small thread of sunlight danced on the floor in a line. I small smile spread on my face and I let my hair fall around me. It’s blondeness was silky for once. It shined against the dancing sunlight. My fingers twirled the ends where Harry’s should have been and I tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, wishing it was his warm touch doing it for me.
I couldn’t do this anymore. I wasn’t going to let someone I didn’t even know take my love away from me. I wasn’t giving in. Never.
My mothers face appeared in my thoughts and I remembered something she had told me.
“If you don’t stick up for yourself, there is no point you even being here.”
I would get out of here. For Tanya. For Donny. For everyone. For him, for Harry.
I didn’t want to leave Tanya. But I knew that I had to find out where this place was and how I could get out of it. The sun was barely shining, it was probably still early morning. Maybe Max liked lie ins. There was only one way to find out.
Quietly I got up and winced from the ache’s all over. My skin was still covered in cuts and grazes from the glass but my neck had a small band aid upon where Max had cut me slightly. Who had put it there? Why would he be treating us like this? A sofa seemed more than generous from his personality.
I leaned down and kissed Tanya’s head softly. Something which I never thought I would do. But she was so close to me now. If anything happened to her I knew I wouldn’t let it go lightly.
I creaked along the wooden floor boards and twisted the door handle slowly. It made a small noise but Tanya didn’t move at all from her deep sleep. She must be so tired I can’t even begin to imagine.
I stepped outside and was faced with a long corridor. We were the only room it held and far at the end was a metal staircase that wound upwards to the unknown. The walls of the corridor were the same colour as the walls in our room. A sluggish light brown. Nothing calming or reassuring about it at all.
“I’ll be back soon. I promise Tanya.” I whispered to her from the doorway before shutting the door carefully. Looking down I noticed I was only in Harry’s t shirt but it was long enough to stop mid-thigh. Why would Max care about the way I looked anyway? My hands curled up the top of the shirt in fists and I pressed it hard against my eyes to stop the tears from falling. I took in its distinctive scent and vowed to keep going. I wouldn’t back down.
I made my way down the corridor and walked up the winding stairs hesitantly, afraid a huge monster might suddenly eat me once I reached the top. The metal was cold on the souls of my feet. They still hurt from the continuous running the from the other day. Tanya was probably hurting more so I quickly pushed the thought from my mind.
“Stay strong Samantha. You can do this.” I whispered to myself and I bit my lip nervously when I came to the top of the stairs. My eyes peered over the floor, wanting to make sure I knew what I was encountering before entering.
The room was small. But crowded. Books completely submerged it. Piles of them everywhere. As though it was some sort of storage room. I walked through the mess and my fingers trailed along the spines of them as I did. Turning I saw a small book which reminded me of Harry. Why though?
I picked it up and noticed how beaten the copy was. And then it hit me. This was the exact book I was looking at before Harry kissed me for the first time. My fingers traced my lips and a voice sounded behind me making me jump with surprise.
“I heard you liked books…” Max. Without hesitation I turned and raised my arm to hit him. He caught it easily but I pulled my leg up and kneed him hard in the stomach. He hunched over a little and gasped for air, but his hold on my arm was blistering me as he tightened it. “I’m not going to hurt you Samantha.” He said breathlessly.
“Too late for that.” I said through gritted teeth and kicked him again harder. However he managed to grab my leg with his other hand and I fell hard onto my back onto a pile of books. They digged into my back and quickly I crawled off of them. Standing up as though it did nothing to hurt me.
“Yes I know I have hurt you mentally. Poor Samantha and Harry. But physically I won’t do it anymore. You are my prize and my guest now.” His smile was sick and I did nothing but glare with hate towards him.
“Don’t say his name. You don’t get to say it after what you did.” I spoke strongly and my fists curled at my sides ready to strike him again.
“I’m much stronger than you Samantha, and much smarter. Don’t try and think you will win. Because you won’t.”
“You deserve to die! Haven’t you ever thought about what you are doing with your life? You are old enough to be married.”
“I’m 26 that doesn’t mean anything to marriage.” He cut me off quickly. Not daring to explain the reason more. Maybe love was his weakness. Loneliness maybe? “And how old are you Samantha?” He said questioningly whilst his eyes observed my half naked body. The corners of his mouth turning up slightly. I felt my cheeks flush with hatred. How dare he look at me that way.
“I’m 19.” The words came from my lips stubbornly and he smiled wider as he picked up the book I had been looking at which was dropped when I fell.
“Wasn’t Donny a bit too old for you then?” He said, gazing at the cover with a look as if he cared about it’s contents.
I threw his comment aside and spoke as strong as my wobbly voice could.
“Where are we?” He dropped the book quickly and held his hand out to me. It was slightly bruised along the knuckles from the fighting but I denied it easily.
“Take my hand now Samantha.” The way he said my name made me shiver with disgust and he grabbed me tightly by the arm and pulled me through a door at the back. We came out to another corridor and I was pushed a long it. This one had more rooms branching off it. I saw some doors open to reveal a bathroom, a living room and then a kitchen. Which is where we stopped. When my eyes peered down to the end I could see a door with the sign. “Shop.” Pinned to its back.
Shop? Book shop?
My heart fluttered with the idea as to where we were and I found myself being sat down in front of a wooden table.
The kitchen was quite big. The ceiling high in comparison to everything else I had seen. A few windows were along the far wall letting in more sunlight. I also noticed a few big men that had put guns to everyone’s heads yesterday. They sat at the end of the table away from where I was. Discussing something. I saw one of them laughing and pulling out a knife.
“Can we do it now Max?” He said gleaming towards my presence. I stared at him with as much anger as I could conjure up but I knew I must have looked more scared than angry.
“No. Don’t think about it. She is our guest and breakfast is first.” I knew this comment should have made me feel better but the thought of what was after breakfast made me feel incredibly sick.
A plate of food was passed in front of me with sizzling bacon, sausage, egg and everything you could imagine to have for breakfast piled on top. I sat with my mouth slightly agape and my stomach rumbled loudly from the sight of it.
“No thanks. I’m not hungry.” I said stubbournly as he brushed a hair from my face. I got up without hesitation and grabbed hold of him hard. Slamming him against the counters but he merely laughed and took my hips, forcing me back into the chair.
“So who are you anyway?” I spoke before I knew what I was saying and he forced a load of toast into my mouth which I spat out straight after. The other men at the bottom of the table almost jumped up at what I did. But Max nodded to them, ushering them down back into their seats.
“You guys will have your fun later with our little prize.” His finger traced my jaw and down my neck making me shiver from the coldness it supplied. I decided to stay completely still and not give in to him. I was better than him. He would get bored of me eventually if I didn’t do anything.
“Where is Tanya anyway?” One of the guys asked and I registered him as Tom. The one who had caused her pain the other night.
“She’s still asleep. And if you dare touch her I will grab that knife and use it.” My lips supplied effortlessly. Max slumped in the chair next to me and was dangerously close. His knee brushed my bare leg under the able on purpose and when I flinched back he laughed.
“How do you know Harry?” Max looked at me and he smiled widely, slowly he took the knife from one of the men and started spinning it on his finger. I noticed the blood pricking the place where it was delving and the sight made me cringe.
“Power is everything to me Samantha. Harry took it away from me. But at first I liked him. He was a really good game.”
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Harry’s POV
“So what are you gonna do just sit there and sulk?!” I shouted at Donny who hadn’t moved from the sofa the whole night. Tanya’s parents had been screaming and shouting towards the 6 guys alone in their home and had decided to take another holiday. Not even giving us a chance to explain that their daughter had been kidnapped.
Tanya’s mother never really cared for her anyway. So I believed. Countless time’s I had been to her home and they never even bothered to greet me until Tanya forced them to. But as soon as she saw me, she didn’t dare ask what was going on. Probably thought it was some party or something. Although it was good they were out the way again. Then I would be able to finish Max once and for all.
Donny stood up and his eyes looked bloodshot. His hair was a mess and his body looked completely stiff and rigid. His eyes met mine and he glared towards me.
“You don’t think that I was sulking do you?! What about yourself ? Sure punching a wall is gonna do loads when we are trying to get them back!” He shouted at me and I towered over him. I was much taller although he still looked threatening.
“Trying to get them back?! You haven’t moved from that sofa all night!” I could feel myself exploding with hatred and I felt my eyes menacingly staring at his.
“Why are you two fighting? You shouldn’t be fighting with each other you should be thinking! Either of you aren’t the enemy here.” Liam said in the door way. He looked extremely tired also, I myself still haven’t looked in the mirror since Sam was taken. I didn’t want to see how hollow my expression had become since it.
I was still shirtless and the thought that Sam was cuddling with it and wearing it made me feel slightly more calm. But the rage I currently had overpowered that completely.
“You are right. We shouldn’t be fighting with each other. And whilst you all thought I was sulking I was actually thinking.” My heart became heavier and my fingers twitched. I wanted to feel her again. Brush along the skin that sent heat through my body. I would do anything to get her back, even if that meant listening to Donny.
Last night had been the worst night I had ever encountered. I tried to sleep. In our bed. But it was so empty. So dead. My dreams were worse. I kept seeing her. With someone else. And then Max would come along and shoot her dead.
“Did you hear that Harry?” My eyes blinked from the current recognition and I was pulled out of my memories.
“What?” My voice was still tired, croaky and hateful. I didn’t mean to be this way to everyone. But Sam’s neck was on the line here. There was nothing that would make me hate more.
“I said I think I might now where to go.”
My eyes widened with surprise and I quickly grabbed Donny’s shoulders without realising.
“Where?!” I shouted with delusion. Liam grabbed my arms and he sat me down in the arm chair. Louis passed me a glass of water which I refused. I wasn’t going to let them pity me because of what had happened. Although I was grateful that they were here. I wouldn’t be able to do anything if they weren’t. My imagination pictured me lying in mine and Sam’s bed. I was alone. Slowly my body rotting down and I was nothing but a breeze through the balcony doors.
I wouldn’t ever forget Sam. No matter what happened.
“Harry you need to drink it. And calm down.” Niall said, he was sat on the floor, his arm resting on his knees as he stared at me with sympathy. I noticed the crusted blood under his nose and the beaten lip he had acquired. My heart was beating slower and slower. This was all my fault.
Guiltily I took the drink from Louis and gulped it down quickly.
“He could be hurting her right now, both of them.” I said quietly and buried my face into my hand whilst my elbows rested on my knees, the other hand squeezing the glass tightly. Donny spoke up but I knew what I had just said caused him the same pain as myself.
“I met up with Max a few days ago. We talked and he said he wanted Samantha dead, because apparently she killed Chris with love. He was suicidal from not being able to have her. Max hate’s the idea of love. So whatever we get to do, pleading for the one’s we love won’t get them back. Anyway we met on the highstreet road. Next to the town. When we left he turned down towards the shops. Maybe they are somewhere there?”
“Yeah. Or maybe he was just getting a drink. Really Donny the idea that they are hidden in a shop is stupid.” I said easily and I ran my bloody, shaky hands through my hair. It was so dirty it stuck in the position which I messed it up in.
“Your apartment is near the highstreet Harry.” Louis said with a sign of hope in his voice. My face looked up and I quickly looked to Donny. He also looked in agreement and hope was across his eyes.
“They are in my apartment?” I said but Donny interrupted.
“Obviously he wouldn’t put them there. That’s too obvious. For all we know he could be forcing them onto a plane.”
“Sam doesn’t have a passport. It would take months for her to get one and I doubt Max would pay for it.” My lips spoke effortlessly as though I had known her my whole life. Well that was what it had felt like.
“So they aren’t going abroad. But maybe we could go to your apartment. See if there is anything there that might help us find them.” Zayn said and Liam patted him on the back jokingly.
“Zayn is alive today!” Everyone cheered and laughed because Zayn had finally spoken up but I sat in silence. My eyes travelling over the smashed tv again and again. It was distracting me from the hollowness in my chest.
“Lets do it.” Niall said.
“Wait wait wait. We can’t just break in. What if some of his gang are there?” Donny said and everyone looked down glumly.
“Then we kill them.” I croaked and everyone stared over at me.
“Harry we aren’t killing anyone.” Louis said before taking the glass out of my hand before I felt the urge to smash it at something.
“Harry’s right. We will just have to fight them. It’s the best we can do.” I heard Donny say before he looked straight at me.
“Unless you still have a key? We might be able to get in a little bit more unnoticed if you opened the door normally?”
My heart thudded in my chest. I had given my key back to the apartment holder. But Sam…she still had the spare one. She never gave it back.
And without realising, I ran upstairs towards her stuff.
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Samanthas POV
“Harry was a game to you?” I said disgusted and he laughed before taking some of my toast and eating it himself. My stomach rumbled deeply from the sight but I hid it quickly.
“Yes. Although at first I took him in because he was close with my brother. Chris. You may know him. He did have a thing for you. Like most people. I don’t see it really. Why would the daughter of a whore get so much attention when she can’t even find somewhere to live?” My heart raged.
“My mother was not a whore! How dare you say that!” I threw the glass of orange juice at him but he merely grabbed my arm before I could do so and twisted it backwards until I started whimpering for him to stop. The glass spilled out on the table and the liquid fell over the edge.
“Are you sure about that Samantha? Is Bella really your sister? Or only your half sister?” I could feel myself becoming dizzy. Finally the truth was coming out and it made me want to run off into the world of lies. At least it would be happy there.
“Bella is my sister. We look exactly the same. She has my dad’s eyes and my mother’s hair.”
“Maybe so, but there are other people with the same colour eyes as your dad.” He looked at me deeply, searching my eyes for something but I didn’t move. My lips were sealed from the shock he was telling me. “No I don’t know who Bella’s dad was. But your mother did have you at a very young age. What was it 16?”
“Bella is my sister. I know my mother never liked me. She was so happy when she found out she was pregnant again. So I lef-“
“So you left them. Didn’t you? That’s how Chris and Donny found you.” The memory flashed in my mind of me leaving. And then seeing Donny watching me at a party I had gone to.
“How did my mother really die then?”
“Your mother was incredibly suicidal anyway. Your father’s death added to that and you leaving also added to that. In fact I believe you were the reason she was severely depressed altogether.” My breathing hitched and I felt my legs shaking underneath the table as he knocked his knee against them. I would kill him. But first I needed to find out the truth. He smiled at me with a smirk and took the ends of his hair in my fingers. Starting to spin it around them. I could feel his breath on my cheek and his lips moved up to my ear as he leaned across to me. The rest of the guys had moved over to some sofas and were watching wrestling. Cheering and shouting as Max touched me.
“Harry refused to kill your mother, so I did. It was fun. I normally go for killing people who are suicidal, that way it makes their death go… un-noticed.” My heart was beating fast and I winced when his lips pushed hard on my neck, his hand in my hair forcing my head to be pulled back, giving him more access. “It was Harry’s fault. He was the one who pointed her out. But he wouldn’t kill her. He wouldn’t kill anyone. So I did it. You should think of it as a favour Samantha. She didn’t like you anyway. That’s why Harry killed her, he practically gave her over to my gang. Oh wait…maybe you killed her?”
His finger trailed along my neck and he laughed when I tried to push him away. I kicked my legs under the table and found myself forcing my chair backwards. The guys had seen this and were already walking over to me. Knife extended.
“I mean you were the reason she was suicidal right?” His words spat in my ear and I clenched my teeth angrily.
“You killed an innocent person. Why?! Why would you kill her?! She didn’t do anything to you!”
“Oh calm down. It’s just part of life. People play the game, and there is only one winner. That winner will be me.” He breathed into my ear and I shivered from him.
“Not if I can help it.” I elbowed him in the ribs and his hand fell from my hair. Quickly I jumped off the chair and ran out the door. Turning my head I saw the shop door and the book room at the very bottom. I couldn’t go into a shop like this. But it was my only exit. I must have spent too long thinking because Tom had thrown me against a wall and was pinning me to it.
“Let me see that scar of yours Samantha.” I heard Max say. I was thrown back onto the floor and I tried to crawl up into a run but his hands were on my hips pulling me back into him. Like I was nothing to him. Like a toy. A forgotten abandoned toy.
Tom grabbed my arm and my wrist was facing upwards. My thick white scar was there. I hadn’t looked at it in a long time and it made me feel sick. I had tried to kill myself. I had almost given up on life. If I had gone through with it. I would’ve died, never met Harry.
“Cut it open. She can bleed to death instead.”
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Notes

It's all a game to Max.... and she is the prize... OOOOH DUN DUN DUHHHH
So yeah... what's gonna happen? Will Sam die before Harry can even find her key?

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