The big five-O. Attached picture - mood rn. Don't forget to read Chapter 49 before this.

Just so you know, this is the first chapter I've written that made me so emotional that I had to take a break for like a whole day then come back and write the ending. I hope you guys enjoy this.

Happy reading :) Though there might be things said or described that could be triggering (oh gosh I hope it doesn't) , please read at your own risk.

• Chapter Fifty •

It was dark. Melancholic but dark. I couldn't see a thing. Are my eyes blindfolded? I tried to touch my eyes but the restraint around my wrists didn't allow me. I wiggled my arms about, the numb feeling that resided in them disappeared, at my sudden movement, only to be left with an excruciating pang of pain. I heard something make a noise, someone rather, I whipped my head in their direction and opened my mouth to say something but my tongue met the rough material of a cloth. I gagged in response, I felt cold. If I hadn't woken up, my body would have went into a state of hypothermia.

I shivered on the floor I sat on, the only thing covering my fragile form was the pair of shorts I had on. My shirt had been torn and thrown away - at least that's what I remembered. I cleared my throat and tapped the tip of my tongue against my pallette to overcome the dehydration in my mouth. I coughed through the material that surrounded my mouth which only hurt my throat even further. I groaned in agony as I leaned back, my bare back met the cold concrete wall, my skin stung with a burning sensation. The cold wall failed to soothe the fire that danced upon my flesh, I could feel the slashes on my back, on my arms, on my legs.

I screwed my eyes shut beneath the material that covered it as if that would help block out the memory of feeling my flesh being torn apart. A certain stickiness was felt on my skin when I tilted forward, leaning away from the wall. I cried silently realizing that the liquid that stuck to my body was my own blood. Every fucking thing hurt. My knees cracked when I began moving my legs about, feeling my bare feet drag along the dust on the ground. I tried moving my jaw, to get rid of the cloth that wrapped around my mouth but I couldn't.

I could feel everything and it all burned. I heard someone call my name and I turned to their direction, answering them but my voice was muffled. "Stay strong" Was the last thing I heard before everything went silent again. The voice was sweet, even though a whisper, it was strong and soothing. Suddenly the material that covered my eyes had been ripped off and I blinked my eyes, adjusting to the light of the room I was in. A strangled scream left my mouth when I took note of the sight before me. I wriggled my entire body on the floor to break free but unfortunately, my pre-pubescent body was no match for the restraints I was put in.

There she lied, beaten and bullied. Her hair was a mess, her clothes had been torn at the edges allowing her skin to be displayed. Her lip was swollen as blood dripped down the side from being thrown against objects. She begged, she pleaded but he never listened. Tears rolled down her red cheeks as a black bruise formed around her left eye, she had a gash on her forehead and a red liquid glided down her neck from her skull being bust open. She was strong. She fought and fought. She was broken but she never gave up. With every single ounce of courage she had left, she looked him dead in the eye as he took the one thing she had that was hers to keep - her life.

I screamed louder each time he took a step towards her, a scratching sensation nestled in my throat but I never gave up - like she told me to. I didn't give up for her but I was too late. "Goodbye, Harry. I'll see you again. I love you, bug" She said, her bust lips stretched into the smallest smile before the light in her eyes drained, turning dull, giving off the void that now filled her. I screamed again behind the cloth, but louder, "Mommy, no!" The sound of the gunshot resonated through my entire being, my heart thumped as my ears vibrated. He stood above her, laughing as he tilted his head back in pure mirth at the sight of my mother's now dead body.

"Aw, what happened, Harry?" He cooed, coming closer to me and I wriggled again, causing the chains to clink behind me. My chest heaved as harsh breaths left my nostrils in explicit rage. "Cat caught your tongue?" He waved his gun about and tapped the edge against my temple. "Don't ever disobey me, Harry, or you will end up like the wench your mother was. Maybe the slashes on your skin will be a reminder of it. Now excuse me, I have to wipe your blood off of my whip." He warned before walking away as a cynical laugh left his lips, leaving me alone in our basement with my mother's lifeless body. The only wench in this family is you, you sadistic bastard. I wish I could tell him that - but I couldn't.

Hot tears fell down my cheeks, my hands that were fisted behind me, tightened further as my nails began digging into the flesh of my palms. The pain my hands went through was nothing compared to what I actually felt. I watched her body become surrounded by a pool of red metallic liquid, her once colossal eyes glared directly at me while the blood that oozed out from her, trickled it's way towards my feet, painting my dirty skin in its scarlet hue.

"Come back to me, please" I begged her lifeless body, my voice muffled, I could feel the cloth around my mouth start to dampen by the tears that streamed down my cheeks. I need her. "Mommy, please. I need you" I pleaded, straining my throat which only formed incoherent words. My cries had morphed into hiccups, my body shook and chest heaved from taking in short breaths through the cloth. I tried quietening my sobs when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

"You don't ever shut up, don't you?" He taunted as he walked into the basement. "I'm trying to have a nice time upstairs but your incessant screams are fucking annoying." I scampered further into the wall as he neared me "Keep it the fuck down, you bastard" I yelped when he grabbed my hair, yanking my head forward towards him before pushing it roughly against the wall, my head collided with the concrete as a dizziness took over my senses. My vision blurred because of the impact and I heard him walk away. If I could get free, I could escaped through the trap door at the back of the basement, Oliver and I always used it to play hide and seek.

A clinking sound brought me back to my senses and it didn't come from the chains I was tied in, stupid man, I reached my foot out as far as I could. I wrapped my toes around the sharp metal object that my father dropped before he walked away, bringing it closer to me. I bent my knee, sliding it across the floor and groaned when I felt my shoulder pop out of its socket as I grabbed the sharp object between my fingers. Craning my neck over my shoulder, I managed to locate the lock on the chains, I twisted the metal object so that it's sharp edge goes into the keyhole. I breathed in relief when I got the chains unlocked, though they seemed old, they were strong.

Breaking free from the chains, I untied the material around my mouth and stood to my feet in a rush, nearly falling over due to vertigo. "Mommy" I cried, my knees buckled as I neared her body, I wrapped my meek arms around her freezing cold form and placed my head to her chest where I usually fell off to sleep to the sound of her heartbeat. "I love you, always and forever," I sobbed, shakingly as tears fell from my eyes to her blood soaked shirt ", and I promise you that he will get what he deserves" I gritted my teeth, determination in my words and strength in my voice. I will make sure that that uncultured swine pays for the amount of pain he caused my family.

Standing to my feet, yet again, I ran towards the trap door. Grateful that it wasn't locked, I snuck out and ran as fast as my little - slashed - legs could take me. My skin burned with each stride and I looked down at the open wounds on my body, I choked out a sob as the pain increased. "Harry, is that you?" I stopped in my tracks, hearing a familiar voice. "Officer Banks, it's me, Harry" I heaved out, realizing I reached my destination - the police station. "Goodness gracious, son. What happened to you?" Officer Banks, knelt beside me, concern etched in his features and I then began explaining to him all that happened, the rest is history.

With the memory of watching my father being handcuffed and pushed into the back of a police van, I woke up. A smile made its way on my face, when my eyes fell on Anna. This is what I want. No women had ever made me feel this way, it's this abnormal fuzzy feeling that bubbles in my abdomen each time I think of her. Does she know the effect she has on me? Thoughts of my nightmare flew out the window as I took in the sight of her, lying next to me in my arms, her hair disheveled from last night's activities. She's perfect.

I didn't think that this would be the day that I disclose a part of my past to her, it felt good sharing a piece of me and having someone to listen to me. I don't want her sympathy, I just want her to understand me. I'm not a person that's good with words, I find it emotionally torturing if I had to express my thoughts to anyone but Anna isn't just anyone. She's the girl I'm falling head over my heeled boots for and I wouldn't want my life to be any other way. In the span of 2 months, she got me wrapped around her little finger that I can't seem to free myself - I don't want to.

Even though the colors of paint fills my life, fills the void I felt ever since my mother was wrenched away from my life, Anna is a different shade - a brighter and fuller shade. She's the change in my monochromatic life and I love the feeling she brings with it. Watching her interact with Noah made me feel this sense of pride, it made me wonder what it would be like to wake up to this very moment in the future. Like it goes, happiness doesn't last long. I took in a shaky breath when Anna and I walked onto our floor, the grim look on Louis' face made my knees wobble.

First the social services lady and now this. This is not going to be good. Anna left the both of us and I gestured for Louis to take a seat. He sat on the chair in front of my desk and gravely said, "She's out" I shut my eyes momentarily before swinging my arm back, cursing as my knuckles met the concrete wall. "For fuck sakes" I heard Louis sigh deeply "How did you find out?" I ran a hand through my hair "The guards, they couldn't get through to you so they called me" Louis explained "Before you ask, she wasn't let out. She escaped" I groaned, rubbing my face with my hands. "We're fucked, Louis. How long has it been since she escaped?"

Louis shrugged, "Roughly a week now" I nodded "Okay, then it's not too late for me to get her captured and in chains again" I declared "Do you really think that's what she deserves? Harry, it's been 3 years since she was there. There's a chance that she's better.. mentally" Louis said and I shook my head "Not a chance. She was crazy before, she'll continue to be. I didn't know it back then but now that I do, I'm never going to let her be out in the human world" I said in a definite tone "Well, whatever you think is right. Anyway, I'll see you later. I've got a date" Louis chirped and I passed him a nod, watching him walk out.

That's all for today, folks. I hope you enjoyed the double update, do share your thoughts on them as a birthday gift (lol) . I'd love to know what you think of it so far. Thank you for reading, I love you guys xx