Captured (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 9

*Marie's P.O.V*

Remember what John said. NO HESITATION.

"I was only trying to find the bathroom. Can you point it out to me?" I asked, without my voice shaking, or my eyes breaking the direct contact with Zayn's.

I seemed believable. Good.

"That way," he said, pointing at a door across from Niall's room.

Thank God it was close by. It makes me seem like I'm just lost...and innocent. Really, I'm neither.

I crossed the hall into the bathroom, and before I shut the door, I turned to face Zayn, who was still glaring at me.

"This is a hallway with so many doors. It can get confusing, ya know?" Was all I said, before shutting the door, not waiting for an answer.

I rummaged through the cabinets as quietly as I could.

Bandaids....useless.

Towels...useless.

Tampons and pads...hell no. I just got off my period, and I wasn't staying long enough, that I would get it here again.

Razors...now we're talking.

I took just one razor, and placed in the pocket of my shorts. I made sure the plastic cover was still on, so I wouldn't cut myself.

I'll hide it in my closet. Yeah, that's a good spot. Foolish boys. Why would they give me such a big room with so many hiding spots?

I flushed the toilet, pretending I really did go to the bathroom, and then timely turned the sink on, and then off.

I opened the door, and then peeked down the hall. Nothing. I casually strolled into my room, looking at 3 pairs of eyes, who in return, were looking back at me.

"Hi," I said awkwardly. How was I going to get into my closet now?

"Hi," they all said at once.

"What are you guys still doing in here?" I asked, noticing how each boy had made themselves quite comfortable.

Harry had his head resting on my pillow, Liam was sprawled out on the bed and lying on his stomach, and Niall had my blanket draped over him.

"Your bed's comfortable," Liam chuckled, now sitting up. "We should probably leave," he commented, a polite smile on his face.

"What?! I was just about to take a nap!" Harry joked. The boys chuckled, while I mustered a light laugh.

Liam stood up, followed by Niall, and then everyone turned to Harry, waiting for him to do the same. But he didn't. He just sat here and watched us stare at him.

"I'm fine where I am," he finally explained to us. Ugh. I just wanted him out of my room.

As more seconds past, I felt like the budge of the razor in my pocket was becoming even more noticeable.

"Suit yourself " Niall said, brushing past me slightly, with Liam right behind him. That just left Harry and I alone. I wasn't scared.

Then something dawned on me. He was going to rape me sooner or later. Should I resist and put up a fight, that I was sure I could win? Or should I struggle like any other defenseless person, and then let him win?

I scowled at the hard decision, and then realized I was in front of a very confused Harry.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Is 'everything' an appropriate answer?

"Nothing," I dismissed. "Could you give me a tour of the house?" I asked him, hoping to get him out of my room.

"Sure," Harry groaned, getting off my bed. My once perfect bed, was now a crinkled mess.

He led me out of the room and the tour began. I stayed silent for most of it-with the exception of the occasional question-trying to remember everything.

He pointed to rooms, quickly addressing them.

"My room."

"Zayn's room."

"Liam's room."

"Niall's room."

"Louis's room."

"The dining room."

"The living room."

And so on...

One room, however, deeply intrigued me.

It was small and at the end of the hall. I led the way over to it, peeking my head in for one split second, before Harry rushed past me, and slammed the door in my face.

"No. You are not allowed in this room...ever. Do you understand?" Harry asked, looking at me angrily.

"Ok...," I said unsure. I was going in that room. I've already decided. "What's in there, anyways?"

"Stuff for the boys and I. NOT you," he said seriously.

"Fine," I said, putting my hands up in defense.

"Good, now let's go into the kitchen. I believe Liam said something about making dinner earlier," he said.

I followed him into the kitchen, to find Liam putting something in the oven.

"Chicken fingers sound good to you?" Liam asked me.

"Chicken fingers sound fine," I answered. "Where's the bathroom?"

Harry pointed it out to me, and lucky for me, it was in the same hall as the mysterious room. Being curious, I made my way over to the forbidden door. I quietly turned the knob, and pushed it open.

I know I don't have the time to sit and stare, but I did take in a great site. On one side of the room, there was pure weapons. Guns, knives, ropes, handcuffs, blindfolds, sticks of dynamite, and even a chainsaw. How gory did these boys get?

What was on the other wall, disgusted me. It was a giant screen, separated into little sections. In each little section of the screen, was a view of each room in the house. Each room had a camera in it, and this must be the control room. What made me angry, was that my room took up the biggest portion of the screen. It was as if the boys needed or wanted to watch me the most.

No. I will not let the boys watch me. Absolutely not. I'm going to find that camera that's videotaping my room, and destroy it.

I quickly shut the door, went into the bathroom, and actually peed for the first time I arrived at the house.

I came back out of the bathroom, in middle of putting my hair up in a ponytail, hoping that Liam and Harry would think the extra time I spent looking in the camera room, was really just me putting my hair up.

"I'm going to go upstairs until the food's done. Okay?" I asked the boys.

"Alright," Liam and Harry said in unison.

I needed to do three things. The first thing, was to destroy that camera, the second thing was to hide the razor, and the third thing was to actually workout.

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A/N:

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Next chapter is going to be a little different and I'll switch the point of view!

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