I'm Going To Live With One Direction? (might be deleted)

Chapter Two

"You.. guys are sick!" I hissed out, still trying to get away from the man's grip. That was no use though, he wasn't even holding onto me that tight, yet here I was, struggling to get away.

And, sick boys, Ella? Really, I shouldn't say more or the boys will be frightened by my choice of bad words and as I already expected, they broke into a fit of laughter. Thinking that this was now my chance to run away, was just plain wrong. That creepy man who was holding me by my wrist, was leaning on me fro support and since I wasn't really strong, I lost my balance and fell to the floor, my face greeting the lovely cold, hard ground not so gently. And to top all of it, something really heavy landed on my back, the creepy man. Groaning out in pain, I tried to wiggle myself free.

"Sick boys? Whoa, love, what a bad word! Seriously, it hurt me.. I thought we were friends and then, you describe me as a sick man! In what kind of a word do we live, were friends throw so badly words each other?" His voice was practically dripping with amusement, but, at least he had some sense of humor, so I liked him the most so far. Yes, I already accepted the fact that, maybe, maybe I'd die today.

Trying to toss the heavy man away from me, I was left with questioning my own athletic appearance. Was I really that weak? Slowly, oxygen was bidding his goodbye to me.

"Can't. Breath." I choked out, and suddenly, all of them stopped what they were doing, all eyes glued on me, waiting. And then it hit me, this was their way of killing me! They were doing it slowly, and painfully. My paranoia became the better of me and with so much energy I could muster up at the moment, I flipped the man over and quickly, stood up. Going on ninja mode, I waited for one of the boys to make a move, to attack me but to my surprise, all they did was stare at me with eyes wide open, jaw hitting the floor.

"That was so cool!" One of them suddenly said, smiling at me. This was just getting stranger by the minute. "Thank you?" I responded awkwardly, putting a strand of my hear behind my ear. Slowly taking a step back, I was praying that they wouldn't notice what I was about to do.

"What do you think you are doing?" I stopped in my tracks as I heard the voice. I gulped and looked at them with fear. To make it worse, one of them came towards me, holding his hand out for me to take. Was this bloody man serious? No way in hell was I going to take his han-

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"Can you let go off my hand now?" I hissed at him, jerking my arm away. "Gee, chill. We're not going to hurt you, we just need your help." One of them tried to explain once again, what they wanted from me but I just kept glaring at them, struggling to get away.

They honestly didn't think that I'd help them right? I would never, ever help them. But soon, that thought left my mind as I looked around me. No single soul was around as they kept dragging me along with them. My lips began to tremble, my sight getting slightly watery as fear was now, overtaking me completely. My eyes were wandering around, in hope to find someone who could help me but I soon gave up as we stood in front of a door that read 'private'.

Right now, I was on the edge of crying as one of them took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. They'd kill me in there and no one, was going to notice it. My watery brown eyes were once again, searching desperately for any sign of help but soon, my sight of the empty hallways was gone. I was now facing the brown wooden door, after they dragged me into a room. Squeezing my eyes shut, I just stood there, with balled fists in hope, that all of this was just a nightmare. That I yet had to go to my last day of school and everything that had happened so far, was just a sick dream.

Jumping up in fright as I felt a hand on my shoulder, it quickly withdrew its presence after my reaction towards it. "Hey, we're not going to hurt you." I heard a soft voice from behind me, it had an accent with it, that I barely could point out but strangely, the voice seemed to calm me down for a bit. Noticing that, he walked over to me, now standing in front of me. As soon as he noticed my damp cheeks, his expression turned into one of a guilt as I flinched away.