(Z.m) Hiatus DRV.

Chapter 11

(Danielle P.O.V)

Somewhere along the way, I'd managed to fall asleep. What I'd found out so far, scared me. I was in the hands of killers' and couldn't do anything about it. I'm scared to find out what'll happen if I try to escape. They'd probably catch me, and the scary guy- Zayn?- would be very upset.

They probably all had guns.

When I had woken again, I'd slumped over, my upper body leaning on Louis, who was still slumbering. This I was greatful for, because this is an awkward position. I barely know the guy.

I blink the sleepiness put of my eyes, sitting up fully to gaze upfront. We were currently parked on a roadside gas station. And in my favor, Zayn and Liam were gone.

I could barely suppress my smile as I took in this information. Louis was sleeping like a baby, we were in a public area, and Zayn and Liam weren't currently in here.

I could escape.

But I had to move quickly. As I try to stand, I remember that my ankles were tied up, and wobble back onto the seat, wincing as I look over at Louis. Still asleep. Good.

I look around the floor of the car, looking for something sharp, or anything that'd cut these ropes. Much to my dismay, they were smart enough not to leave something like that laying around.

I huff, leaning back again. They'd be back soon. This might be my only chance to escape. I start to wriggle my feet, cursing myself for wearing such thick boots this time around-

I quick it bend over, working my fingers around the loops of the ropes, using my other hand to unbuckle the straps of my boots. I hook my other foot around the loose one, tugging until my foot is finally free.

I squeal in success, shutting my mouth when I remember I'm not alone. I free my other foot, pulling my boot back on and looking down at my helpless hands. I shake my head, moving over to the door, pulling up the lock.

When it finally allows me to get a hold on it, it clicks and I smile. I throw open the door, jumping down onto the concrete. I breath in the fresh air, shutting the door.

I quickly move away from the car, backing up to get a view of where I exactly am. My heart was beating a million miles per hour right now, because I was finally getting a taste of freedom. But I was also scared, because they still had a chance at finding me.

I see that we were the only ones parked at the station, and look a little ways down the road. There was a shabby, run down motel and a bar across the street.

Definitely not going to the bar.

Maybe I can find a phone at the motel. I start to walk down the street, stopping when I hear a door open a little ways away, seeing Louis walking into the gas station.

S.hit.

I break out into a sprint, ducking down into a bush as the door chimes again, Zayn and Liam both exiting. The snitch. I hold my breath, silently cursing the ropes on my hands. U hadn't thought of that.

1. I couldn't fight like this.

2. I'd look strange if I waltzed in a motel with ropes on my hand.

Either they would infer that I was in need of help, or that I'd had a rough night.

I'm broken from my thoughts as I hear loud footsteps getting closer. I hunch down more, looking up to see Zayn a few yards away, looking in the opposite direction.

I press my like in a thin line, pressing myself onto the ground as he suddenly looks in my direction. Soon, I hear the footsteps fading away as he leaves. I let out a shaky breath, peeking out from the dirt and dry plants, to see him and Liam walking in the opposite direction.