Black is For Nightmares [completed]

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Dedicated to HorizonsMeet

Lydia's POV
I woke up to my head throbbing.
Where was I?
Wasn't I at the mall?
Then like a bullet everything came back.
Cameron.
The hair dying.
The women.
The women's baby dropped the pacifier I picked it up and gave it to her and she put a gun to my back. Remember Lydia. Hair? Height? Face? Anything? She was wearing a covering. She was tan, a little too much sun if you ask me. She had bright blue eyes. She was shorter than me, most people are. She was wearing black. I walked to a black van. More like shoved. I broke from my thinking trance when I heard voices. Looking around this was just a steel room, no windows, just a steel door. A slab of wood and a towel was supposedly my bed. And there was a jar. Wonder what's that for.
I put my ear up to the door to see if the voices would be louder.
"You got the wrong one!" A British voice shouted.
"I'm sorry!"
The wrong one? But I'm perfect everyone wants me.
"You were supposed to the girl who as at the store with him, not this one!!"
"We can use her! Her dad owns a ton of money!!"
"Yeah, but if we could get Malik we would get trillions and I told you over and over Malik likes that strawberry ginger!" Strawberry ginger...strawberry ginger?! Sarah! Were they trying to kidnap Sarah? But why? Suddenly I heard footsteps and I rushed away from the door. I saw the door handle slowly turned and I held my breath and prepared for hell. I looked to the dusted gray floor and tears brimmed my eyes. The slamming of the door caused my head to perk up. A male about mid-20s with brown scuffed up hair and deep brown eyes came towards me with a knowing smirk. Hold it together Lydia you can do this. Do it for Sarah. "So what's your name, pretty lady?" The man slurred. Drunk maybe?
"Ly...Lydia,"
"Unsure? Well, I can tell you for sure that you and I are going to have great fun getting to know each other,"
I shivered in disgust. How could someone do this to someone else?! His hands slowly made its way up my legs. Curse me for wearing short shorts. A tear escaped my eyes as I looked upwards to the ceiling. All I could think of was I hope Sarah is ok.
Sarahs POV
"If you ever want to see your friend alive you better listen closely," I nodded my head and whispered ok.
"In order to get your rich friend back in going to need 23 million dollars and the corner of Beak street at exactly 4:32 am tomorrow morning. I expect to have Zayn Malik in a yellow hat and red shirt with black pants and red shoes. The bag will be a black duffle bag and he will wait until a black van picks it up. If you don't do everything I tell you to do and if there are cops involved we will kill your friend along with everyone you love,"
And then the line went dead. And so did my heart.
I dialed Zayns number and nervously walked in circles tugging on my hair. I was still at the mall and I was a nervous wreck!
Poor Lydia.
That's all I could think about.
It should have been me. After 3 rings Zayn answered the phone.
"Hello, my dear Sarah what can I do for you today?" He said in his gorgeous British accent. "Zayn, Lydia has been kid-kidnapped and I need you! Met me at the food court if you are still at the mall!" I whispered shouted.
"On my way!" And with that, I hung up the phone.
Lydia is going to be fine. Lydia is going to be fine. Sarah keep saying it!
Lydia IS going to be fine!
I ran as fast as I could to the food court and spotted a group of girls. Crap. "Zayn!!!" I screamed. I saw a hand go up and I angrily pushed through the crowd as tears sprang from my eyes as every girl pushed me and elbowed me and spit on me. No one was stopping me. I'm GOING to get Lydia back if it's the last thing I do.
"Everyone back up!!" Zayn screamed.
"My best friend got kidnapped! And my friend needed to talk to me! If you don't I will quit One Direction!!!" Zayn's face was pure anger and every one of those girls backed up slowly as I almost crawling got to Zayn. From anger to hurt in .5 seconds, he looked me over and saw my bruises already starting to grow.
"Look what you've had to her!" He cried this time.
"I am ashamed of each and every one of you!" Growling at the last point he picked me up bridal style and held me to the car. I looked up at him and I saw him look straight ahead and tensing his jaw. "Thank you," I whispered. He looked down at me and his frown disappeared into a grin.
"It was no trouble at all, I care about your safety and Lydia's," he looked back straight ahead to the face he was making.
"Maybe this is my fault," I whispered so quietly I don't think he heard.
"Why would you say that?!" He said stopping.
Ok, so he did hear me.
"Well if I went with her to the bathroom-"
"You would be kidnapped too,"
That impacted me. If I went to the bathroom with Lydia like most girls I would probably be with her.
I wish I was there to protect her but I just have to trust that she would be ok.
Lydia's POV
Clothes scattered around that awful room.
The door slammed and that smirky overconfident ass forced himself on me.
Tears were falling from my face as I gathered my clothes and put them back on. I glanced at my arm. Bruises on bruises, cuts, new scars filled my arms.
More and more tears spilled from my eyes and I rolled up in a ball. Where was my prince charming?
Where was my Cameron?Probably with that black haired chick and not even looking for me.
And there I was sitting. Alone.