Taken {Sequel to *Crash*}

Nineteen

Azlynn was scared.

She was locked in the basement, though not tied to anything anymore.

She sat on the mattress in fetus position and sobbed. This was how she spent her two days so far in this place.

Cody beat her. A lot.

Whenever he came down the stairs he would always be drunk. He'd hit her, kick her, until she was so tired that she couldn't move.

Azlynn remembered being taken earlier in her life. Wasn't I seven or eight? She thought to herself, that was a long time ago.

She missed Louis and Harry. She missed Evelyn. She wanted to go home so badly.

She screamed, hoping someone would hear. She knew Cody would beat her for it.

She screamed again, louder this time. She heard Cody's footsteps on the upper floor coming towards the basement door.

She screamed once more, Cody opened the basement door and closed it behind him. He stomped down the stairs.

"Shut up, will you?!" He yelled in her face.

He picked her up and she screamed again.

He threw her on the ground and she sobbed even harder.

"Fuck you," Azlynn said whilst sobbing, "I fucking hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

"I need to take a piss," Cody announced, not feeling any way phased by my pointless words.

"Then go," Azlynn spat out.

He walked up the stairs and opened the door, not even closing it behind him. Azlynn evilly grinned.

Azlynn walked up the stairs as quietly as possible. She almost immediately found his car keys hanging from a hook in the kitchen.

She ran out of the house, and thanked God because of the front door being unlocked.

She threw herself into the driver's side of Cody's rusty old pick-up truck. It was a Chevrolet and painted a mixture of grey and white.

"Thank you, Jesus," Azlynn said as she turned the car keys in the ignition and it started.

Right when it started though, Cody ran out of the house. Azlynn cried but backed out of the driveway and drove away. Cody was trying to get in the truck but Azlynn had locked the doors.

She drove away and laughed, really happy.

"Now where the fuck is the police station?" She asked herself as she got into the actual city of London.

She drove around until she found it. She parked outside of the police station.

She got out of the truck and walked in the doors.

The woman at the desk gasped when she saw Azlynn there, then picked up the phone and dialed Harry and Louis.

She heard Louis through the phone, talking really fast and loud. He sounded very happy.

"Am I still in trouble with the police?" Azlynn asked, "I'll behave from now on, I promise."

"I talked to the officer a couple days after you weren't found. He said you're free to leave if you come back, but they won't be so nice if there's a next time."

"Thank you so much," Azlynn gratefully smiled.

"No problem," The woman smiled, "I'm sure you've been through hell and back these past few days. It's been about a week since you've been gone."