Darcy's POV
"I'm leaving, bye mom, bye Isabella," I say as I walk down the steps.
My sister yells back a 'bye sissy.'
"See ya later Darcy," my moms sweet voice says as I shut the door behind me.
Off to school I guess.
Today is Monday, eww. I dislike school as it is, especially Mondays.
I walk down the road, scrolling down on my Instagram page.
The bus goes by my house everyday, but who wants to spend their senior year riding a bus to school with a bunch of morons that stink?
Not me.
I make a right on the narrow sidewalk, now on my twitter page.
My short walk to school is usually quite boring.
I don't live by any kids my age, so I'm pretty much by myself.
Of course my little sister gets a ride to school from my mom everyday.
But I guess I can understand that, I mean she's only ten.
Her name is Isabella, but I call her Bell.
I hear a noise behind me. I turn around and nobody's there.
That's strange.
I continue to walk but I hear another noise.
Like someone's kicking little pebbles.
"Hello?" I ask, confused.
Whenever I walk to school, it's literally like a ghost town.
Maybe there's a new kid in town?
I shrug it off and keep walking.
Suddenly, I feel hands on my waist with a tight grip.
I attempt to scream but the person quickly puts their hand over my mouth.
I try to brake free but the person is far to strong for my small body.
"Stop trying love, it's no use," a thick British accent says from behind me.
The guy takes their hand off of my mouth and turns my body around, so I'm facing him.
"Who a-are you?" I shakily stutter.
"Harry. Now be a good girl and follow me to my car," the Harry guy says sternly.
"N-no," I try to sound confident.
"Oh darling, you don't have a choice. Either follow me to the car or there will be consequences."
I still stand there, unsure of what to do.
I could run but I somehow know he'll outrun me.
"Looks like you want the consequences," he says sharply and yanks me by my hair, so I'm closer to him.
"Bitch," he shouts and starts kicking me rapidly in the ribs.
I fall to the ground and try to get up but I get knocked back down with a hard slap in the face.
I can't feel my body.
"Now you will know better than to disrespect me."
I stay quiet, still laying helplessly on the ground.
"Say something," he shouts.
"I'm s-sorry," I sob.
Harry just chuckles. He picks me up bridal style and carries me to a car.
He lays me in the back seat and starts speeding down the road.
I manage to sit up, groaning at the ache in my ribs and face.
"Where are we going?" I choke out, a tear rolling down my cheek.
"My place," he replies smoothly.
I try to keep my eyes open, but minutes later darkness takes over me.
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"What did you do to her?" I hear a female voice ask.
I open my eyes and attempt to sit up.
I look around me and see that Harry guy, a blonde girl and a few other guys with several tattoos.
"She's up, mate," a hear a British accent say.
He has black hair in a quiff and has his tattooed arms around the blonde haired girl.
"Hey, I'm Perrie," the bubbly blonde haired girl says as she walks over to me.
"Umm.. hey," I say awkwardly.
"Here, come with me, I'll get you cleaned up," she says with a smile.
I follow 'Perrie' up some stairs and into a bathroom.
"I'll clean out your cuts.. It might burn though," she says sympathetically as I take a seat on the floor.
"Thank you," I choke out, still terribly sore.
"No problem.. I've been in your situation before Darcy. Don't worry, it'll get better," Perrie says as she continues to clean out my cuts.
"How'd you know my name?" I ask wearily.
"Harry's been talking about you for weeks.. As creepy as it sounds, we know a lot about you," she says with a slight laugh.
That's strange...
"Oh.. Did Harry get you too?" I whisper, still frightened.
"No.. Zayn did the same thing to me that Harry did to you about last year or so.. It was horrible but I love him so much now."
Zayn must be that guy with his arm around her earlier..
"When do I get to leave?" I ask, hoping it's soon.
I can't get beaten again.
I can't.
I bet my mom and sister will be worried sick if I don't come home from school this afternoon.
"I'm guessing Harry didn't go over the rules with you yet," she speaks quietly.
"Rules?" I ask.
"Listen, I'm really not the one to tell you."
Perrie puts another band-aid on my leg and disinfects the cuts.
"Your all done.. You'll be hurting for a few days but you'll heal up," she says, giving me a quick hug and leaving the room.
Leaving me by myself,
with all my thoughts.
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