It has been a few weeks staying with The Circle. I was only allowed of the room at meal times and when Liam or Harry were free and wanted my company.
The longer I was forced to stay, the more I missed mom. I worried about her health with me missing, learning all her secrets and being pulled into her world. I worried for her, she tried so hard to protect me from everything and now I was right in the middle of it.
It was funny how a few weeks ago the only worry I had was passing school. What dress I could wear for the weekend party and how I was going to supply alcohol having no job. But now, my life is completely different. I was more worried about staying alive.
I still had no idea what to do, how to escape. How to return back home.
There was a knock at the door and before I could respond Harry waltzed in.
I gasped when I saw his state. He was wearing a white shirt that had a crimson colour splattered across it. I was sure it wasn't part of his outfit as there was some red spots dripping from his face.
"Harry what is that on your–" before I had time to respond he grabbed my hand and pulled me after him.
"Where are we going!" I demanded. Trying to dig my heels into the ground to slow him. But he was stronger. He grunted and roughly pulled me.
"Harry please! What's going on?" I asked. Men were scurrying past us. They were yelling at each other, ordering to arm themselves with weapons.
"We're under attack is what's going on." He spoke after we turned a sharp corner. He grabbed my waist tightly and pressed me against the wall. "You better do everything I tell you to or I swear I will fucking–"
"Styles!" A man yelled a few feet away. "We need to get going! They're killing our men faster than we thought man! Let's go!" He yelled running around the corner and fired some shots into the distance.
"Stay and do exactly as I tell you to." Harry whispered into my ear before grabbing my hand again.
I stayed close by to him. The lights were all turned off in the house. Not a soul was in sight, but the way Harry was carefully taking his steps and sucking in a breath each corner we turned told me we weren't alone at all.
My heart was hammering against my chest, I could hear it inside my ears. I felt like crying and curling up.
Suddenly Harry's arm snaked back and shoved me against a wall. His finger pressed against my lips roughly indicating me to take silent breaths.
His green eyes were vibrant with excitement.
Of course he would find excitement in a situation like this. I mentally rolled my eyes as we listened to the men that were nearby.
"Boss wants her." A man with a strange accent yelled.
"Yes and you'll get her when your boss' end of the deal upholds." I froze, I felt Harry's body stiffen too. It was an English voice.
It belonged to Liam.
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The car ride to Liam bachelor pad was silent. The tension was high, if I could it would probably be possible to slice it in half.
My emotions were all over the place. I felt hurt, anger, fear, confusion. I felt the whole lot of it, at full drive.
I couldn't even face Liam. His face disgusted me.
"We're here.." the driver muttered and parked on the side curb. I got out as soon as Harry got out.
The wind blew into my hot face, it relaxed me a little. I heard Liam stepping out. He hadn't said a word to me the whole ride.
After his conversation ended with the strange accent man. He walked down the hallway to where Harry and I were crouched. We were too shocked to even move.
His eyes widened as he saw us and they instantly landed on my teary ones. Then they moved to Harry's who quickly masked his expression with an emotionless one.
"Let's go." Harry muttered and gently tugged my hand. We went into the lift, I watched as the numbers went up.
All the way up to the last floor. The doors opened with a 'ding' and we all stepped out. The top floor completely belonged to Liam. It was an open flat, modern and it looked like it hasn't been occupied for some time judging from the dust that had fallen onto the expensive furniture.
"Pick a room Olivia." Liam finally spoke. His hands were inside his pocket and he had an unreadable expression.
"How could you!" I finally screamed. His eyes widened and he stared at me. "You're a fucking bastard!" Fury took the best of me.
"You're a fucked up human being and you go around feeling sorry for yourself because your parents couldn't love you enough!"
"You ruined my entire life you piece of shit!" My voice went hoarse. "You don't deserve any love.. no wonder mom left you! Because she couldn't stand the sight of–"
Before I could react he crossed the room in an instant and his hand flew across my cheek. The loud slap echoed.
A sob left my cheek as I brought my fingers to touch my stinging left side.
"Well this seems like a family matter."
Harry spoke behind me. He was back to his usual sadistic jokey self.
"Call me if we get bombed." He spoke and was about to head upstairs.
I didn't know what I was doing. It just sort of happened. I pushed Liam as hard as I could back, he stumbled. And I leapt over the coffee table and rushed towards the door. I needed to leave, it was now or never.
I pulled open the door but before I could I was yanked back. The door slammed shut and I was pushed against it. I tried to fight whoever was holding me but they threw me onto the ground.
My head slammed against the ground. I laid there for a moment as dizziness fell over me. Harry was standing above me with a sheepish smile.
"Damn didn't realise I was that strong."
Liam shoved Harry out and grabbed me by my hair. A cry left my lips as he dragged me upstairs.
"You will not behave like that." He seethed and opened a room.
"I will show you what happens when you disobey me Olivia."
"I told you, your actions have consequences."
