Keep the Lights On

Chapter 1

Hi, my name's Henslee. I'm  17 years old. I was taken from my parents  when I was 15. I am from Orlando, Florida but I now live up in the mountains in Montana.

I am held captive in this house. I'm not allowed to leave the house except once a month to go to the town with the 3 boys. I'm allowed to go outdoors but under their supervision. I'm in a prison here.

Let's start off with how I met Harry. I was out with my parents in Disney, and he was with his "parents". We sat next to each other on the Toy Story Mania game. After I beat him, we started to talk. I got his phone number and we went our separate ways.

I met back up with my parents and told him about the cute boy that I just met. He was 16 and I was 14, so it wasn't bad.

We began texting that night, and it was fun. I found out that he lived 20 minutes away from my house, so we could visit each other. We talked about his interests and I talked about mine. Our interests were very similar so we had a lot more to talk about.

Overtime we began to fall for each other and hang out locally. First the mall, then the movies, at the waterpark, at disney, and go-carting. We had a lot of fun together! I met his "parents" a few times and he met mine.

When school started, I had started high school and he was going into his junior year. We thankfully went to the same school and had a few classes together.

A few months later, he told me that he loved me, but I was dating someone else. His name was Oliver, and he was Harry's age. He was my neighbor and we met around the same time that I met Harry, but I fell for Oliver quicker.

I didn't tell Harry about Oli, which was a mistake. Harry became very mad at me for not telling him about Oliver, and threatened to hurt him if I didn't break up with him. I didn't listen to him, and continued to date Oliver.

Inside, Harry grew angrier as the days went on. A few weeks later, Oli and I were holding hands at school and Harry punched him in the face. Oliver and Harry got into a huge fight and I was screaming at them to stop but Harry's friends pulled Harry away and down the hall.

I didn't talk to Harry for a few weeks after that. He texted me daily and apologized to me but said it was a warning of what's going to come if I don't end it with Oliver. I told Oli about what Harry had been saying but he said to let it go and he could protect himself, and me.

Oliver went missing 9 days later, on November 13th. His body was found floating in the river, November 30th. I was so heartbroken. They had no evidence of who had killed him, or if it was an accident.

Harry was there for me. He said he was sorry for my loss and Oliver never deserved to be killed. I had my suspicions but came to the conclusion that Harry couldn't have killed my Oli.

To this day I still miss Oliver, but Harry has hurt me enough times for thinking about him. Fast forward 4 months to March 13th, my birthday and the day I went missing. Harry and I had grown a lot closer and began to date in January.

His friends Liam, Niall, and Louis had been very supportive of our relationship. I was 15 now and Harry was 17, because his birthday is February 1st. We were as close as we have ever been. He was taking me on a "date".

Looking back, I should have realized that it was weird that Louis, Niall and Liam were coming with the both of us and I was blindfolded for the "surprise". They used this liquid on a cloth to knock me out cold.

When I came to we were not in Florida. One of the signs that we passed said "Welcome to Arkansas". I freaked the freak out. I started asking so many questions but none of them answered. Harry just held me down and told me to shut up. I looked for my phone only to find it in pieces. I realized that I was being kidnapped.

I broke down and cried because I knew that I was no match to 4 muscular 17-18 year olds being little and 15. So I cried and cried. Niall yelled at me a few times to stop crying because we have a long car ride ahead of us.

Harry tried to hold my hand but I just smacked him. Which resulted in me getting slapped in the face. He growled at me to respect him. He picked up the cloth again and put it up to my face and told me to close my eyes and rest. So I did.