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I was disoriented.

The first thought that came to my mind when I woke up was of my childhood. I felt an uncomfortable sensation, my face was sticky with blood. I was incapable of opening my left eye and it pulsed hard, so severely I could hear it in the back of my head. The many bruises, cuts, and scars were fresh and I had no idea how I could tend to them in the dark. Everything tasted like metal and my dress was gone. The debilitating pain in between my legs didn't allow me to sit up or move, as if all of me was numb with fear.

I tried to cry quietly, but with every tear drop came a sad realization... I would never see the sunlight again. There would be no more clouds, no more laughter, no more love. It had all been ripped away from me and now it didn't matter how much I had appreciated my life before, I would never get it back.

I try to think back to the first moment, the way he so easily intimidated me to go out with him. It turned into months of verbal abuse and isolation, from my family and friends, until it was terrifying to make him upset in fear that he would hurt me. I was the only one to blame here.

Maybe no one was looking for me because they knew it was all my fault.

I placed my aching hands over my stomach and blink the tears away, unsure of what to do. The small bump was somewhat noticeable and I could only feel worse. I had been so happy when I found out. What was once a dream and a beautiful miracle was now a nightmare I wasn't able to wake up from. I didn't know how much time had gone by and how long I could take this. Surely there was someone up in the sky who would have mercy on me.

But there was no white light, no arms to craddle me. Just my own sobs.

Harry would look for me, he cared about me. He had to know what to do, he always did.

A loud creak was heard and I knew he was back. His heavy steps were heard coming down the stairs and I shuddered. I was going to be sick.

"Good morning," He greeted, waiting for me to get up.

My legs felt heavy and I had to move them slowly off the cot first.

He tapped his foot impatiently. I got around to standing up, but covered myself the best I could. Zayn eyed me suspiciously, his gaze landing on my small bump.

"You- you're pregnant?" he asks dumbfounded, inching closer.

"Y-yes," my teeth chatter.

His face lights up and he hands me a bag he's been carrying. I take it carefully, not wanting to set him off, but by now I'm shaking too hard.

He tries to hug me but I stumble backwards. "Please d-dont hurt me."

Zayn backs up and doesn't insist. "Those are some clothes. I'm going to get you out of here," a glimmer of hope buries itself in my chest, "but you are not going home, you're going to be moved out of here."

I whimper. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I know last night was tough, look at you, you can't even stand up," he smirks, pleased with himself, "I'm taking you to our new home. I hope there will be no problems."

"No- not at all. No problems I promise. Where is it?"

Zayn looked unbothered. "Well, you're going to be staying close by. Remember the abandoned cabin? The bunker."

My heart sank. "But h-how will I live there?"

"Seriously? You'll be fine. I'll try to come by every night and keep you conpany."

He watched me change, my skin still somehow cold from the ice water bath he gave me last night. I didn't understand how someone could be so cruel, so evil, to do this to someone. All for what?

"You will be a lot more comfortable, sweetheart. It's the best for you and our baby, no one will accept you back home anyway, so I know you won't leave. Everyone thinks you've run off and there's rumors about you doing some pretty horrible things for money. Just face it, i'm the only person you have."

Is that what everyone thought of me? Maybe that's why no one was looking for me, maybe thats why no one cares.

"Come on, sweetheart."

"What t-time is it?"

"4am."

"You're going to kill me," I whispered to myself.

He rolled his eyes and took my hand, forcing me to walk forward.

"If by some freak chance you escape and you tell anyone the truth, I'll kill you. I'll kill you and no one will miss you. What's the point really? No one will believe you."

I hiccuped and tried to not make any noises as I let myself cry, his words were so cold. "I won't tell anyone."