Kidnapped by my brother (Harry Styles)

Can't Save myself

I turned back around and ran as fast as I could.  I had to get as far away from them as possible. I was beginning to tire out. My mobile was in my school bag. Good job me. I could here the man’s footsteps getting louder so I did what anyone would do. I started to scream for help. I noticed the black car drive slightly next to me. The car then stopped and another man got out he was blonde and started to run behind me. The curly haired boy had caught up to the blonde haired, as they were now both on my heels. I felt two hands wrap around my waist. They were covered in tattoos and specs of blood. My mother’s blood. I screamed louder and fought back trying to hit them, kick and bite even. A hand came over my mouth and I was lifted off the ground. The black car had pulled over and they were walking towards it. I knew once I had got in that car my freedom, my life was gone. So I kicked harder and hit harder but it was as though nothing worked. So I kicked him where any guy should not be kicked. He loosened his grip but that was enough for me to escape. I got out of his grip and ran. But was quickly caught by another set of arms.
“Just get the rag… now and hurry the hell up”
“I’m sorry Jess but you chose it this way. I love you” The same voice I had heard before spoke twice. A rag was placed over my mouth and nose. My eyes started to tear up. I held my breath and kept trying to get out of his grip. I tried to pull his hand off my mouth but it was like steel I swear. I couldn’t let them take me.
“It’s alright Jess. C’mon your okay just let go. Breathe in”
I couldn’t hold my breath for any longer. I tried so hard. I tried for my mum. For my dad. For my life. But looks like it were for nothing. The man behind me noticed and started to run his hand up and down my side probably thinking he was calming me down but in reality he was just creeping me out even more. I took a breath. The fumes coming off the cloth going through my blood system. My breathing slowed down and my muscles relaxed. This was when I couldn’t take it anymore I cried. Tears streamed down my face. My captor picked me up bridal style and pulled me close to him. The cloth still firmly held against my mouth. My eyelids were getting heavy and getting harder to hold up. I looked up to see the man with curly hair and green eyes. He leant down and kissed my forehead.  That was the last thing I saw before I blacked out.