The Spy (One Direction) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 22

PUBLISHED 5/9/15

Rider's POV

I woke up, but I didn't remember falling asleep. I couldn't move, and I didn't remember where I was.

"Little Rider Tomlinson," says a voice, that sent chills up my spine.

Then, everything came back to me, and for the first time in my life, I was scared. Although, I wasn't scared for myself. I was scared for the boys. Louis, Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Harry. I was scared for them. I failed to do my job, and now they were going to die.

I snapped back to reality, and I could just make out a dark silhouette of a male. Strong, toned, about two inches of hair on his head, and a gun, right by his side.

My hands were handcuffed and then tied over my head, looped around a bar. My feet were tied to metal hoops on the wall, and I could hardly move.

The figure stepped into the light, and I could immediately tell who it was-Chad.

Except, he sounded and looked far more creepy. See, that's the thing about people working for the other side-they're lazy douches who have to tie you up to fight you. Without my hands or feet, what good am I? All I have is my brain power, and you need opposable thumbs to carry out any sort of plan. I guess I'll have to see how far brain power gets me this time...

"Chad?" I ask, "You found me! Now, can you get me out of these ropes?"

"Excuse me?" he asks.

"Chad, it was horrible," I say, fake crying a bit, "Those boys work for someone stronger than McKenna and Raven combined. They tied me up... a-and raped me. I'm so happy you got me out of there! I was coming here, trying to explain to McKenna what happened-that's all. I've known about her meeting with Raven for months. Now, can you please get me out of these ropes?"

I gave him the most fake pleading eyes I could muster. And let me tell you, I looked like a snow white kitten wanting treats. And Chad was convinced.

He untied the ropes, and undid the handcuffs.

He is such an idiot. How did he even become a spy in the first place? But, my lying skills are pretty great.

He tucked his gun into this back pocket, and gave me hug.

"Let's go get this cleared up with McKenna," he murmurs, and I pull the gun out of his back pocket, and slip it into mine.

He turns around, starts walking towards McKenna's office, and I pull the gun. I hold it towards him, and he turns to face me, startled.

"You didn't really believe my sob story, did you?" I ask. "You really think I let five dudes rape me? Puh-lease. Like that would happen."

I rip the handcuffs from his hands, grab one hand, click it on, spin him around, and click his other hand behind his back. I take a rope, and loop it through the metal chain between each cuff. I pull to rope over to the bar, and make a nice tight knot, and do it over and over again, until he can't move his hands.

"Did you honestly think you outsmarted me?" I ask, "How did you even get here? The only thing you had going for you were your looks."

"You think I'm cute?" he asks.

"I never said that," I say.

"You implied it," he says.

"No I didn't," I say, grabbing the role of duct tape. I rip a piece off, and place it tightly over his mouth. "Have fun, Chad."

I turn around, keeping a hand on the gun. I see a door that has 'EXIT' printed in red letters right above it. Walking backwards, I bump it open with my butt, and it leads me to the outside. I turn around, and break into a full-on sprint. The area is completely deserted, apart from the huge building I was just in. In a few miles, I start seeing subdivisions. Some cars are parked in some driveways, but the place isn't completely deserted like the other.

I see a house, and there's a car parked out front, and lights are on inside. It's about six in the evening, so I try my luck with ringing the doorbell.

I middle-aged women opens the door, along with a teenage girl. The girl gasps when she sees me, and I realize I must be Scarlett.

"Oh, dear," says the women, looking at me.

My clothes are ripped slightly, are tattered, and my hair's a rat's nest.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," I apologize, "I was just wondering if you had a phone I could borrow your phone."

"If course, Sweety!" she says, "Come in."

I follow the sweet women in, and she's exactly the kind of mom I would want growing up.

She was sweet, yet strict. She was gorgeous, on the inside and outside. She cared more about her children, than anything else in the world.

I was interrupted by a young boy running around. He was probably seven, and was a great little boy.

"Why don't you go wash up?" she asks, pointing towards a bathroom.

I nod, and start walking. I lock the door behind me, and turn on the water. I splash it in my face. I comb my fingers through my hair, and dry it with a towel. I walk out of the bathroom, and find my way back to the kitchen.

The women hands me a glass of water, and I take a sip, the cool water burning my dry throat. She hands me the phone, and I thank her.

"Are you hungry, Dear?" she asks.

"I'm ok, ma'am," I say.

"Quit calling me 'ma'am'!" she snaps, "It makes me feel old. I'm Elizabeth, by the way."

"Thank you, for everything, Elizabeth," I say, "I'll just call, and I'll be out of your way."

"Are you sure you're not hungry?" she asks, "You're a stick."

"I'm alright, Elizabeth," I say, as her teenage daughter walks in.

"Scarlett?" she asks, shyly, "Do you think I could an autograph?"

She hands me a picture, and a pen. I scribble my name down. I hand it back to her, and she smiles so brightly, it's blinding.

She walks off, and I hear a muffled squeal. Her mom and I chuckle, as I the phone rings. In a minute, I hear Louis answer.

"Hello?" he asks.

"Lou," I say, "It's Scarlett."

I hear him 'oh' in realization.

"We're at the hotel," he says, "With Misty."

"Which one?" I ask.

"Four Seasons," he says.

I nod, and hang up the phone.

"Elizabeth?" I ask, "Which city am I in? I got lost, and don't know my way back."

"You're in Manhattan, Scarlett."