Chapter Fifty-three

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Harry’s POV

It’s not true? She fucking lied to me again? I can’t even…Now I’m just pissed off. She’s just playing with me. Well fuck her. I hope she feels this pain at some point. I hope she finds out what it feels like to be so in love with someone that they can tear you apart from the inside out.

I’m just done. I’m done protecting her. I’m done apologising. I’m done chasing. I’m done with all the lies. I’m just so fucking done.

Zayn was right after all. She doesn’t give a shit about me anymore. Maybe she never even did in the first place.

What if she was just using me this whole time? What if she never even cared at all? What if every time she said ‘I love you’ she was really laughing inside? What if she didn’t mean anything she said to me? What if I just begged for her forgiveness several times for no reason? What if there never was anything to beg for?

“Dammit!” I yelled, slamming my fist into the hood of the car and leaving a dent in it.

Right now I don’t even care about anything or anyone. I’m just going to go back to England and throw every memory of her in with the other rubbish.

I didn’t even bother to look at what she gave me; I just tossed it on the dashboard. Honestly, it’s probably not a good idea for me to drive right now, but what other choice do I have? This was all some stupid, messed up game.

I don’t even…was she even really pregnant? Did she really lose two babies? I don’t know what the fuck to believe anymore. It’s all just bullshit.

Why do people even do this kind of shit? Do they get some kind of pleasure out of it? Is that what the deal is?

If that’s the reason, then I need some of whatever they’re smoking. You seriously have to be on drugs or just mentally ill to do something like this; to play somebody like that.

I turned the key in the ignition and sped off as soon as the car started. Maybe I’ll get into an accident. I bet that would be less painful than this.

I wish I could just say fuck it and not feel anything, but I do and it hurts like hell. I’ve never loved someone before, especially not the way I loved her.

I fucking asked her to marry me. Do you know how insane that is? I didn’t want anything to do with marriage or children, and then she came along and made me change my mind. But what good is that now? None.

Gabby’s POV

It’s been a long time since I saw Harry at the door. Hours. It has to have been hours. It feels like hours, but how would I know? I’m locked up in my own basement.

I thought as soon as I closed the door he would read the piece of paper. I thought he would have busted through the door or something. I thought he would come and save me. But I thought wrong.

He really must not care anymore. He only asked me those questions to see how dysfunctional I was without him. If he loved me like he said he does, he would have been here by now.

A light shone down the steps and I hurried to hide in the corner, bringing my knees to my chest and trying to make myself as small as possible.

Why didn’t he come? Even if he doesn’t care for me, he should have enough decency in him to at least attempt to get me out of here.

I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. I don’t know what he’s going to do to me. I don’t want to know, I never want to find out. But since Harry didn’t come to get me, I was left to be his rag doll.

The footsteps were getting louder and I knew he was going to see me any second. I was scared. So scared. What if he kills me? What if he tortures me? What if I never get out of this basement?

A hand grabbed my ankle and swiftly pulled me out of the corner. My head hit the cement floor hard and I cried out in pain.

He chuckled at my pain, “Let’s see how loud I can make you scream.”

That was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

Harry’s POV

I groaned, throwing my head back. Stupid fucking traffic. All I wanted to do was get to my hotel room, pack my shit, and go. But no, of course I can’t do that. It can never be that easy.

I’ve literally been on the road for an hour and fifteen minutes. There was no traffic going the opposite direction, the way to Gabby’s new house.

Jesus. I need to stop thinking about her. She screwed me over and I bought all of it. Now I can’t get her out of my head even after she broke my heart.

I looked back out the front window of the car and saw police lights flashing. A reflection of something on the dashboard caught my eye. I realised it was what Gabby had given me.

I could have sworn I saw the words ‘SAVE ME’ written on it. Am I going mad?

I picked up the slip of paper and that’s exactly what it said. Fuck.

Sorry it's short... :\ xx

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