A/N: Lots of POV changes, sorry but I couldn't decide which one to go with in this part so have fun with both Niall and Zayn's thoughts! Hopefully it wont come out too sloppy... Whatever, enjoy!
~*~ NIALL'S POV ~*~
I let myself accept defeat again. I dropped back on to my bum, muffling my sobs with my hands. What more could I do? Zayn's father had taken him far from me and I had done nothing to stop him. For three bloody days I had sat on my fucking arse and let him whisk him away to a world of pain and misery where he knew I couldn't get to him. Where I couldn't hold him to me like I did that one day long ago.
One day. I only had that one damn day to help him and I had failed. I raked my sharp nails down my arms repeatedly, crying out, hoping somehow my pain would bring him back. I should've forced him to stay with me. He would've been safe in my arms, drinking tea and watching the X-Factor re-runs on the telly all day. But no. No, I had to let him go. Like an idiot I let him leave me and now he could be dead, I let him di-
A moan came from inside the house. "Zayn?"
"Ah, so you're the guy who turned my son into a complete fag. Nice to meet you... Niall is it?" The almost undetectable growl in his voice caused me to spin around immediately. The thin brunette was unmistakable. Zayn's father.
My eyes widened when he spoke my name with such malice, "How do you know my name?" he chuckled.
"Don't you think I'd know who you were? I can get Zayn to tell me anything, though I may admit this was harder to get out of him I thought it would be. You made him very stubborn." His eyes narrowed as his sentence came to a close, scanning me. His hand shot out. Shit, this is happening too much lately...
My heart skipped a beat as he yanked me to my feet to better inspect the damaged arm I was trying desperately to take back. "Ahh, you're one of those people. I'm quite shocked. I thought Zayn would go for someone less... damaged and weak. Someone who could actually help him. But then again this is good, you can't stand a chance."
"With all due respect, sir" I hated speaking so politely to a man who didn't deserve it. But I had to to find where he was keeping Zayn. "This doesn't define me. You know nothing of me."
His eyebrows raised, "Oh don't I? I know you're in the same grade as Zayn, that your're the footie team's captain, that you were dating a girl named Demi until six days ago. Do you want me to continue?" I shook my head, this guy was a level six stalker.
"Sir, what do you want from me?"
His smirk deepened, his eyes reflected the iniquitousness within him, "I want you out of the picture. Zayn can't be resistant and it seems that you give him the courage so without you he'd become more pliant. Come with me."
I pulled and yanked, anything to release my arm from this insane man. He managed to haul me inside the apartment through the window, throwing me on the floor before locking the window. "Zayn!" I was certain I heard his voice from in here earlier. And sure enough a small thump sounded from the closet.
A smile formed and I tried scrambling to my feet to reach the hurt boy but something crashed into my ribs. A foot maybe? I didn't care as I attempted to reach Zayn to have, yet again, something stop me. He pinned me against the wall, "You just won't stop, will you? This isn't a reunion party. God, you gays can't live without each other, you disgust me." he spat in my face, dragging me to another room as I screamed my protests. The entire apartment was bare and it looked rather odd considering Zayn was still here.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when he tossed me into the closet of his old room I supposed. I heard a sharp clink as he took something metal from his back pocket. Handcuffs. Just what I needed. He took a hold of my wrist as I thrashed madly, trying to get to Zayn. The smirking man snapped a cuff tightly around my wrist, then continuing to throw it over the bar where clothing usually hung from and bounding my other wrist also. There was no escaping.
"There, now you won't get in the way anymore. Now my plans can continue." With a last sickening grin, he turned on his heels, ready to leave.
But I needed to know more. "Wait! Where is everyone else? What are you going to do with Zayn? With me?" He twisted back around with a hand on his chin. He made up his mind and his hands moved to grip his hips as he rocked back and forth.
"They've moved to Bradford, its quite lovely there. I convinced my wife to go and told her I'd meet her in a couple of days. You see, I was waiting to make sure you didn't follow. You took longer than I had expected you to check up on Zayn. You must not care as much as I had thought" I opened my mouth to protest but with a lift of his hand I shut it quickly. "As for Zayn, I'll keep him here with no food or water for five more days as punishment then I'll take him to Bradford with me also. You. You're never leaving. This is the end for you."
A cold chill raced up my spine and tears pricked my eyes as I realized that this dark, dusty closet would be where my death would take place. I pushed that aside to concentrate on why I was here. For the boy with the hipster glasses. He had already skipped meals for four days before he passed out and he ended up at my house, he would surely die if I didn't get food in him. I'd have to uncover one of his secrets but I have to save him. "You know, not feeding Zayn would only be helping him. He doesn't eat. You're doing him a favor."
"What do you mean?" That got his attention.
"Zayn's bulimic. Haven't you noticed how skinny he is? It helps him with his confidence. Eating makes him depressed and vulnerable." There was prudence in his eyes. I knew how much he wanted to make Zayn as pliable as possible so that standing up for himself wouldn't be an opinion yet he was confused if I was being truthful or not. He was very readable. But I wasn't.
He snapped his head to the side, hearing Zayn puke up bile probably as nothing was in his stomach. He must have been doing that a lot because his father immediately stormed off in search of food.
~*~ ZAYN'S POV ~*~
This was the tenth time I've thrown up in the three days I was stuck in this damn closet, chained to the bottom rung of the closet where I was close enough to the floor to sit a bit uncomfortably. Was it too much to ask not to sit in a puddle of my own stomach fluids? Ugh, it even sounds disgusting in my head.
And to add more shit in my life, I'm pretty certain I'm going delusional also because I was sure I heard Niall crying and then later calling my name. But that's impossible. Niall would never come back for me. He knows my secret and who in their right mind would return for a broken bulimic boy with a father that assaults him, both physically and sexually? That's right, no one. So I'm stuck here to die because my father refuses to give me food and only comes in here for a blow job I have to give him as he watches his sick, twisted porn. Its disgusting puking up his come. Yet, I can't do anything about it.
There's the jiggling of a key turning in the door of the closet I'm chained to and I can't help the nausea in my stomach. Because this would be the third time hes come today for me to suck him off, and holy shit, I'm praying to God or whatever there is up there to end my misery and kill me now. Or maybe if I bang my head long and hard against the wall I can kill myself. I rather be dead than endure this any longer.
He was finally able to unlock the old door with a little difficulty, shutting it behind it once he was inside. My eyes zoned in on the food in his arms; a loaf of bread, cheese, a box of crackers, a bit of meat and a water bottle. What the fuck was going on? I narrowed my eyes on my father, barely able to focus with how weak I was, "Why? Did you poison them? You know I was going to be happily dead by morning, right? You didn't have to do this."
"That's why I have these, you twat. I'm not done with you yet. That would be doing you a favor and I want you alive as long as I need you to break your little boyfriend the most I can so he woudn't follow us." He replied, tilting his head up to look down upon me, ever the superior. But this wasn't his idea. No, it couldn't be. If it was his method of torture his eyes would be stone cold, now it had a bit of... uncertainty hidden behind the fabricated mask of effrontery. I could read my father well and this was a foreign look for him, something I never thought I would see.
Hold up... Did he say boyfriend? Niall is here! What the fuck, no this can't be happening. I'm dreaming, this is a sick dream made by my messed up mind isn't it? Niall cant be here, he can't be hurt because of me. He deserves better than to die right now. He has so much potential...
But did Niall tell him?
I started to tear up at the thought of little Niall in the brutal hands of my father. I had to die to save him. "Well I wont eat them."
"Ha, as if you had a choice, Mr. Bulimic. Your little boy-toy there told me everything. You're going to eat this food and if you throw up I'll just make you eat more and more and more. I don't care. "
Fuck fuck fuck fuck. What did he do to him to make Niall tell him a secret that big? What will he do to him if I can't keep this food down? Using all my strength, I sat up, I dug my nails into my palm, a habit I adopted once my hands were restrained and I couldn't make myself throw up. And I definitely didn't want to throw up this time. I couldn't hurt Niall anymore but I couldn't do what my father told me anymore either...
He separated my hands, "Ah, so Niall was only looking to turn you into a cutter like himself. I knew he didn't really like you, Zaynie. I'm not surprised, to be honest" He took a seat nest to me, where it wasn't covered in my upchuck, and stuffed a whole piece of bread in my mouth, not giving me time to chew before he was stuffing two more slices. I worked my tongue trying to spit the large amount of food currently crushed inside my mouth. It beat having the sour taste of bile in my mouth 24/7 but I couldn't give into him.
He kept trying to force the bread in my tightly closed mouth, practically trying to pry my mouth open with his large hands. He gave up after a few minutes, slapping me hard across my face, "That's it, I'm getting Niall" Oh no... What have I done?
~*~ NIALL'S POV ~*~
I listened intently, trying to make out Zayn's soft voice I missed so much. I perked up instantly when I heard a faint melodic voice before a rougher, louder one took over. The conversation continued until I heard a door slamming and saw mine opening, "Come, Leprechaun." I stood to my feet as he freed one of my hands to get me free from the closet and drag me to the other smaller one, not bothering to handcuff me to this closet. "Sit" he ordered and I did as he locked the door so I wouldn't escape.
"Niall" Zayn breathed weakly. He was covered with vomit and come, the dark rings around his eyes indicating many nights without sleep, his skin pale with a sickly green tint I couldn't bear to see. He was a corpse. And my hatred for this cruel man behind me grew tenfold.
I rushed to Zayn's side, pulling him out of the disgusting liquid to lie the floor on a dryer spot with his head resting upon my lap. I removed my shirt, using it to clear his face of sweat, come, and who-knows-what-else as I ran my fingers carefully through his hair, shushing him. My head snapped up, shooting daggers at his father with my eyes, "What have you done to him?"
His head tilted up, "What I had to. He deserved it."
I decided not to answer, going back to cleaning the stick-like boy. It would only cause Zayn hurt if I did. Besides, if this man wanted to live a life of false superiority then he could as long as he wasn't anywhere near my Zayn.
Zayn's father looked nauseated at the sight of my care, "It isn't your position to tell me how to treat this thing anyways, I brought you here to torture him and you will suffer with his pain. Killing two birds with one stone, if you will."
"What if I refuse-"
His hand darted into his front pocket, flipping out a switch blade before surging forward to hold it against Zayn's neck. "Do you refuse now?"
I shook my head in defeat.
"Good. Now get that futile bulimic to eat." His sinister smirk shook me to my core but I was comforted a tiny bit by the thought that he was stupid enough to fall for my reverse-psychology.
A tear slipped from my eye as I realized how hard it would be to escape this maniac with both of our lives. "Could you step outside so I could speak with him in private? It would be easier to convince him if you weren't here." I explained, my voice barely above a whisper.
He eyed me. He was most likely trying to decipher the reason why I wanted the absence of his presence. He seemed to trust I wouldn't do anything and nodded, heading towards the door but before he left he barked, "I'll be listening so don't try anything stupid."
As soon as the door closed I leaned my lips right beside his ear, whispering in the softest voice I could, "Listen closely. I'm going to get you out of here, ok? I promise. But for this to work you have to eat to get your strength up." I pecked his cheek softly.
"How is this going to work?" He mumbled back, looking up at me with fear in his eyes. His father hurt him too much for him to ever take a stand.
But I know his father is a weak bastard and there's no way in hell I'm letting him destroy my Zayn any more. "We rush him. Its two against one, he doesn't stand a chance. Tomorrow we go through with it but you need to eat so we can beat him, yeah?" He nods weakly and I raise my voice to normal volume as I pet his hair to convince his father we weren't plotting to take him down. "C'mon Zaynie, you've got to eat. I know you hate it and, trust me, I hate it too but there's nothing we can do."
Luckily, Zayn picked up on what I was trying to do and joined in, "I can't. Starving myself is the only thing that can save me, I want to die. Please let me die Ni, please."
I felt as if I were shot in the heart. Numbness spread from the inside, out and my head buzzed; I could tell that he wasn't lying when he said that. How was I supposed to answer? This beautiful boy resting on my lap was giving up and subjecting himself to death. But that's what I'm here to save him from. "You can't die just yet," I managed to force through stiff lips. "You're going to be fine, your dad is going to take you to Bradford with your family and I'm going to stay here. You're going to have a nice life in Bradford, yeah? New people, new house, new city. It'll be lovely but to go there you have to eat, love. Eat, for me?"
The hazel eyed boy nodded causing me to smile and peck his nose. I knocked on the door, signaling to Zayn's father that we were done discussing. Zayn would cooperate.
~*~ ZAYN'S POV ~*~
Again, bread was stuffed one after one in my mouth. The feeling of having food in my mouth was foreign but I couldn't complain, for many reasons. After I almost choked trying to swallow bread with a dry mouth and being ironically saved by my father drowning me with water, he proceeded with stuffing me with the rest of the food in his filthy hands as Niall watched on in horror at the way he treated me. Yet, I went with with it. Because Niall obviously had a reason behind it and I trusted him with my life. I would do anything my blond wanted me to. Even go against everything I've known and attack my father to escape his clutches.
"Could I possibly feed him?" Niall's soft voice sounded from the far corner. It sent goosebumps running up and down my back, something I had never experienced in a positive way before. My father simply shot him a glare, causing him to flinch, and continued shoving the rest of the food in me and standing up.
He took a hold of Niall's handcuffs to yank him out but I wasn't ready to lose Niall again, "Wait, leave him here with me. Please."
My father slowly turned, as if he didn't want to acknowledge that I had utter anything "No." his cold, deep voice surrounded the single word, sending it to hit me like a slap. He continued on as though nothing had happened, dragging the Irish lad I cared for out of sight. But before darkness overtook me once again, I caught a glimpse of the blond angel mouthing 'I love you'.
~*~
Is this too short? It was a bit rushed but idk I just really wanted to get it out already. I want to give a massive thank you to everyone who's reading, especially to bringmethemorning and TamamiJinmieNasuna who have been commenting, it means the world to me that you take the time to tell me what you think and I just want to tell you that I truely appreciate it. -Melody Xxxx