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Torn

By taylorbrookeevans

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Madison is a 17-year-old girl who lost her parents and little sister in a fatal car accident. Her uncle decid... More

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight - Niall's POV
Chapter Thirty-Nine; Niall's POV
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine

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Torn

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Madison is a 17-year-old girl who lost her parents and little sister in a fatal car accident. Her uncle decides she needs to move to London with him...

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Chapter Thirty-Six

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A/N: I guess you all should stay on your toes since the last chapter. I don't think ANYONE was expecting that, were you? ;) xx

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Torn; Chapter Thirty-Six  {Madison's POV}

I remembered yelling and screaming. I remembered Harry lying on the floor, unconscience. I remembered being kidnapped. I squinted my already closed eyes, not wanting any of this to be a reality. I opened them, not seeing anything or anyone around. I stood up slowly. I took in all of my surroundings. There was nothing except a bed. The walls and floors were concrete. I sat down on the floor, afraid that I'd fall anyway. My head was spinning so bad. I just wanted Niall here with me.

"Niall," I whispered barely audible. A tear stroked my cheek as I tried to stand up again. I heard footsteps above me. I winced as I heard yelling then the footsteps get closer. I heard a door creak open as I stood there, stiff as a board.

"There she is," a man, probably in his mid-twenties, said. I shifted my weight to my other foot before he got closer. His finger wiped away the tears under my eyes. "Why would a pretty girl like you be crying?" I couldn't answer. I didn't know what to say. I didn't have any words in my mind. "I ASKED A QUESTION!" he growled.

"Um... no reason," I lied. He smiled creeply as two other men entered the small space.

"Great," he sneared. He turned around to face the other men. I rolled my eyes and tried to make myself as comfortable as possible. I sat down on the bed, looking at the bland sheets.

"These won't work," I said annoyingly. Maybe if I make him annoyed he'd let me go.

"What won't work?"

"These sheets. I can't sleep on gray sheets. That's not in my custom."

"You slept on them last night."

"I was knocked out when we got here. Now that I know these are gray, I won't be able to sleep. I need a bright color like pink, or yellow. No wait, blue." He turned back around, clearly annoyed. I smiled to myself before he could turn back around. He whispered something to the other men, and the left immediately. I got worried, now. What was he going to do to me. My breathing sped up to where I could barely breathe at all. I choked on my breath as he looked at me. His pedophile smile made me want to run out, but my legs wouldn't carry me, and I knew I'd never make it. I had to sit there while he smiled at me as if I were some kind of six year-old that he was fixing to rape. Rape.

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