∇I Kidnapped One Direction∇

Chapter 25

 
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This lady I never knew came up to us. She asked us to follow her. My intentions were her taking us to tell us that Layla is being locked up for something illegal. But she started with something far from where I thought.

"So, I was talking to your kidnapper."

"What happened, did you guys lock her up, she is innocent. Damn it, she's done nothing wrong and abusive to us, she's," I looked at my mate and thought he was just being a little bit concern about Layla. But I put a hand on his shoulder to stop his exaggerating self.

"As I was saying, I wanted to know if this girl has done anything wrong to any of you."

"Not really. She's been nice to us ever since that day." I said.

"Hmm," She bent down and opened a file and closed it after one look. She looked up at me.

"How did she capture you in the first place? Hasn't she been a little brutal before than after?" I thought about it. Maybe she's been a little brutal before but after that night, I guess she's changed really quickly. I mean she's cooked a really big breakfast for all of us. She's nice, I know, and I like that feature about her. She smiles at me, I don't know about the others. How she would get sarcastic with us, funny but it's sexy, especially when it's coming out of her mouth-

"Does anyone have an answer for that?" Snapped right out of my daydream, I looked at the lady in front of us.

"What was that?" I said.

"Wasn't Quinn brutal while she captured you. Not to exaggerate but almost every kidnapper would be brutal when they're capturing their victim."

"The only way she was being brutal was when we had to be sent down in the basement," I said. Getting more and more silent towards the ending. The lady looked up at me.

"Why was all of you sent to the basement. There has to be a reason."

"Well, I guess she got kinda annoyed." She hummed and looked down.

"Do you guys, like her?"

"That's kinda strange to ask us, I mean," She talked over one of them.

"I know I should have never asked that, but,"

"No, it's okay." I tried to say.

"At least I don't hate her." One said. I sighed mentally.

"I like her," I said and shrugged my shoulders. "Why would I hate a nice thing."

"He's right, why would anyone hate a nice thing." My best mate covered for me. I thank him for that.

"Has she touched you in a way you didn't like." Are you kidding me? Did she talk to Layla yet? In how she looks I don't think she would ever try to molest anyone not even in a sexual way.

"No, heck no. Why would she." One said. He shook his head.

"What is wrong with you thinking that she would ever do that to us." Someone was getting angry. It's almost as if it's funny. But not now. I have to be serious.

"I'm sorry I asked that, I'm just doing my job." She defended herself.

"Tell your job that Layla is not that type of person. She is innocent, loving, caring, fun, and humorous. It's almost as if she's a naïve girl. Sometimes I don't regret her kidnapping us." He explained everything that I wanted to say but it would have been longer. I could write a whole 20 pages about Layla. I think I'm exaggerating, but it would have been true.

The lady nodded her head slowly.

"Last question," I sighed. "How many days, weeks, months, or years do you want us to keep her in jail?" The question made me feel dizzy. I sat down in a silver chair and tried breathing in and out. This jail situation will affect her whole life. She wouldn't get into good jobs. People would look at her wrongly. She's going to jail because of us. If we haven't existed or if I didn't go to the show then she wouldn't know anything about any of us. But then again, I wouldn't fall in love with her.

"You all are in deep thought. I can see that." She comments. "You guys answering?"

"As to how many times I regret saying this but, keep her in jail for at least 5 days. It's fair enough for me in my opinion." Is he that crazy? Before I could deny him someone spoke before me.

"A week, one week. Since she's done a crime, kidnapping a band, but she hasn't been violent or some such, I guess it would be fair." I shook my head.

"That's too long. I'll say 2 days. That won't really affect her life that much. I don't want her to stay in jail while she's in a room with another criminal committing a crime five times worst than what she did." I said feeling like a mayor saying the right thing. They were all silent while I looked at all of them.

"Do you guys agree or,"

"No, I disagree." All my ego was turned down by that last comment.

"I'm still sticking with a week. It's fair." He argued.

"That's not fair, how could an innocent, even though she has kidnapped us, stay in jail for a week. What if someone, in general, hit a woman for no apparent reason and was sent to jail for 3 days. Why would it be fair to send her to jail for a week." I argued back.

"Just because someone violently touched a woman and was sent to jail for 3 days doesn't make your statement valuable. I say a week because kidnapping is illegal, it makes it five times worst kidnapping a band. A. FAMOUS. BAND!"

"But, you're wrong because if she was to stay in jail for that long she would have to do something violent to us. She could have done something sexual to each of us to be sent to jail for that long. And has she done anything wrong to any of us?"

"I look back and I don't think she's been doing violent things to us. It's almost as if she treated all of us as best friends since kindergarten and we've only met her for about 2 to 3 weeks." My best mate stood up for me. I thank him again for that. I whispered a "thanks" to him. He smiled and mouthed "No problem"

"So do you other two agree with the defendant or are you both going with 5 days still?"

"After hearing that argument, I have to agree with him," He pointed to me. "Ever since we've been kidnapped all she's ever done was be nice to us. She's never threatened into killing us. She's never hit us in a violent way. She's been taking care of us almost as if we were getting a vacation from society. I thank her for that. So I want to change my answer to 2 days in jail." 

I nodded my head slowly. My ego slowly creeping its way back into me.

"What about you."

"I agree with him," He pointed to me. I bit the smile back.