True Love Doesn't Come Easy -One Direction fanfiction-

Chapter #12

Bree's POV

I hate myself for it but I still did it.

Instead of going back for Carolina after I escaped, I ran.

I ran away from the damn house and down the road never looking back. Tears streamed down my face as my legs pumped down the road. I could run fast, and for a long time if I wanted to. I had been in sports, including track, all of my life.

I couldn't believe I had just left Carolina behind.

I had to save her.

I would eventually come across a car, right? They could help me, lend me a phone, take me to the police and have those three asshole kidnappers arrested.

I had been running for a while, my legs were getting tired, and it was getting really dark out. I decided I could take a short break. I sat down on the side of the road, breething heavily. What was..?

Headlights?

Headlights!

Headlights mean a car!

I jumped to my feet, ready to wave the car down, but wait...

A van.

The same van I had been kidnapped in.

Fuck.

They were looking for me.

I dropped to the ground, their was nowhere to hide. I lay down fat next to the road hoping it was too dark for them to see me.

They passed me but I stayed on the ground.

I got up and continued walking. Maybe another car would come by...

I really doubt it though. I think when I escaped it was like ten, PM.

It had to be like 11:30 by now.

The tears returned. Like salty streams rushing down my cheeks. I was free, but Carolina wasn't.

They hadn't done anything to me but Daniel always looked like he wanted to. I really hoped he wouldn't hurt Carolina. Yeah, she was weird, awkward, perverted, and a bit annoying sometimes, but she was my friend, and I loved her to pieces.

I walked, and walked, and walked. All through the pitch black night into dawn.

What was..?

It sounded like..

Yes! A car!

After making sure it wasn't one of my kidnappers I ran into the middle of the road and waved it down. The car slowed to a stop and I went around and asked then for a ride. Once inside the car, I blurted to the lady that I had been kidnapped but then escaped. She drove into a small town, eventually, that was I think she said, 6 hours from London. She dropped me off at a police station.

I explained to the lady what had happened, and after telling them everything from my birthday at the beach with Louis to walking down that road all night, they finally let me use a phone. That was one crazy phone call.

I dialed Claire's number, simply because it was the first that popped into my head. After a couple rings she picked up.

"What." She said. She sounded tired, deppressed, cranky. She was usually so happy, and when she wasn't, she could hide it very easily.

"Claire! It's me! It's Bree."

"OH MY GOSH, BREE IT'S YOU! WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU OKAY? WHAT HAPPENED?! IS CAROLINA WITH YOU?!" She screamed into the phone, ruining my right ear.