I woke up in the morning, haven cried myself to sleep. Michael was asleep when I got home, and he had slept right through to the morning luckily, and he had a bottle of whisky in his hand, and he still had his clothes on in bed; telling me that he had been pissed.

I sighed and got up carefully, not wanting to wake him up. Because he could well still be drunk, and I didn't want to have to face drunken Michael…especially not after yesterday; he had fucking scared me to death when he hadn't let go of me.

I gasped out-loud as his hands reached out from the bed, and grabbed my wrists. My god, he had scared the crap out of me! He just smiled at me; clearly enjoying the hold he had over me, and not in a good way. It wasn't a real grin either; it was a full frontal smirk, and he looked so nasty.

''Nice to see you again, babe,'' he whispered, before getting up from the bed, and reaching out for me. I pulled away from him though, because I didn't want him to reach for me. I was still furious with him, but scared of him at the same time.

''Michael you have work today; you have filming today, and you're pissed!'' I half-shouted at him. He glared at me, and I instantly wished I had never said anything. He did really scare me when he was like this.

''Chill out babe,'' he warned me through gritted teeth. He reached for me again, but I pulled away. I didn't want this, I didn't want this.

''Where were you last night anyway?'' He demanded; still glaring at me. I took a deep breath to calm me down.

''Like you asked me to do; groceries,''

''What all that time?'' He asked; clearly not believing me. It had taken me a matter of ten minutes to look at the clothes, so yes; all that time.

''Yes Michael; all that time. You gave me a list, remember?'' I reminded him, sounding huffy, and that was because I was. I didn't want accusations every-time I was allowed out of the house in about three weeks.

He got up off the bed then suddenly, and as soon as he had moved, I was against the wall; falling back on my own accord, and utterly terrified by what he might do. He didn't have to hit me to terrify me; he had words instead.

He came over to me, and watched me closely; his eyes scanning me. He was so close to me, and it utterly terrified me. ''Don't get clever, Charlie.'' He demanded; making me flinch as he ran his hand across my cheek icily.

He just smirked, and pulled away from me to head for the shower. I took a breath-which I didn't even know that I was holding-and fell to the floor, and let me cry again, and for different reasons this time. Last night, it had been about Rob, missing him, but today; I was utterly terrified about Michael. And I didn't know what to do.

How could I truly love a monster? I didn't have an answer for that, but I did, nevertheless. I couldn't bear to leave him, despite the pain that I was going through right now, because of him. I was beyond crazy.

After he had gone, I got dressed into my normal clothes, because I had no other option. My wardrobe was locked, so I just had to make-do. I'd just sat down in the living room, when the doorbell rang. I sighed, and got up, and headed for the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I was being picked up. I gasped as I took in the person to pick me up; Kellan had me in his arms, while Tasha rushed into the house. I started to scream; determined that they weren't going to get away with this.

''Shh, you silly girl; we're trying to save you, here!'' Kellan warned me; putting one of his big hands over my mouth. He tasted like aftershave, but I was still screaming into his hand; I wasn't having any of this.

But I may as-well have been talking to myself; because there was no way that anyone could hear me screaming against his hand.

''Right, I'll go get her clothes; you stay down here, and make sure she's quiet!'' Tasha called as she ran up the stairs. He nodded his head, and went into the kitchen, where he put me down, but kept his hands round my wrists so that I couldn't get away…but I could scream.

''I swear to god Tasha, you're not getting away with this!'' I shouted, before Kellan's hand went back down on my mouth.

''Shh Charlie, because there really is no point; we are kidnapping you. We know everything that Michael's been doing; keeping you at the house, not letting you go anywhere or see your friends.'' He told me.

''And you remember Rob, don't you? You know the one who adores you?'' he reminded me in a bitter voice. I just watched him, not bothering to try and scream anymore. ''I'm telling you now Charlie; he has been going out of his mind, worrying about you.''

I cried then, unable to stop myself. I had missed Rob so much; maybe even more than the Girls themselves, if that was even possible. And it wasn't just a small cry either; it was a pent-up, needed cry that had to come out, to make it all that little bit better somehow.

''Hey, it's alright, honey. Let it out,'' Kellan commented, as he pulled me to him, and rubbed my back soothingly; as in like how a older Brother might comfort a sibling. I allowed the comfort; because there was no need to fight it anymore.

''Is she okay?'' I heard Tasha's voice over my crying. I felt Kellan nod against the top of my head as a reply.

''She's just getting all out of her system. I think it's to do with Rob….think she misses him.'' Kellan noted smartly. And he was right; god, I had missed Robert so, so much; just to be near him, his friendship, and just…everything about him.

''You'll never guess what; her whole wardrobe has been locked with a padlock by Michael.'' Tasha gasped in shock.

''That's it,'' I heard Kellan growl. ''You stay here with Charlie, sit here,'' he suggested; carefully lifting me to Tasha, before moving away. I just cried and cried, not bothering to ask what was going on.

''I'm going to smash the thing open, and get her clothes; like how she deserves.'' He promised; sounding very pissed off.

''Okay, thanks Kellan,'' Tasha said, whilst she rubbed my back, like how a Mother would to a Daughter. Bless her; she was my Mother after all. I missed joking around with her like this. But most importantly; I just longed for Rob.

Finally, about ten minutes later, he came downstairs again; I could hear his loud feet on the stairs. He came into the kitchen, sounding as though he had a bag with him. ''Right, come on then; let's go.'' Kellan said.

''I'll hold her, you drive.'' He said; taking me back off Tasha. I fell asleep in his arms then; giving up as there was no point fighting.

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